Great Novelist

Im Hyun-do, Im Hyun-do is here. All the editors stood up and greeted him. It was a quiet visit. Who is he? Maybe he's the writer who pushed the edge of the cliff by accident. It is famous for its exemplary behavior. There was no reason not to respect him like the White Paper writer. Blind editors were strangely surprised by the trembling and the joy that Im Hyun also welcomed the writer. Seeing him, Nam-Kyung was able to manage his face faster.

“What brings you here? ”

Hyundai looked around and said.

“I went to see the boss. ”

The editor-in-chief of Netherwood is from an editor. It was not uncommon for Im Hyun to have a position with the writer. Hyundai explained why he came here.

“Where's the editor? ”

“Oh, yes. Wait a minute."

An illiterate editor ran out of Nam-Kyung's eyes. I escorted him to his seat while I waited.

“Ms. Lee · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I asked him where he had met. Hyundai said with a handsome face.

“I left it because I thought I was busy. The boss' room has bad air. ”

It seemed like he came out to find it himself without waiting. There must be a reason. Nam-Kyung expected a high chance of coincidence. Nam-Kyung has blinded. The editors, who were secretly watching this way, turn their heads. As I sat down, the door opened slowly, and the Song editor came inside with two glasses of green tea with a bright face.

“Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you."

“No, no. ”

Song shakes his head vigorously. I picked up the car I left behind at the same time. While sipping a sip, Nam-Kyung opened his mouth with a universal topic. When I encountered Im Hyun-do now, I could almost remember the conversation.

“I read the full moon really well. ”

There was no change in his expression. However, it did not give the impression of being clumsy.

“After reading it, I don't want to see the full moon. ”

He opened his mouth late at half-heartbeat. It's a relaxed response.

“I'm glad you enjoyed reading it. Editors' praises are always good. ”

It was a thoughtful sentence. The sound of his laughter echoes lonelily. It reminded me of him. How is he looking at the writer? This is a reaction that was not seen while translating the coin's text. You must have a lot of respect. Hyundai opened his mouth.

“Coincidental writer. ”

“Yes?”

I felt a little embarrassed as if I had found it in my mind.

“Will you be able to save anyone? ”

I didn't even know Hyundai was here.

“Haha, did you hear that? I love the accidental writer stories I've seen lately. ”

“I heard you had time to catch your breath. ”

I don't know which way the story went, but I already knew the situation. There was no problem. It was in the past. Now it's a coincidence facing the story.

“It's done. You're using it now. ”

“I see.”

Hyundai replied decisively. His writing touched the urge of coincidence. It was worth it. His writing swept through the paragraphs. It's not just a coincidence. The winds of turbulence blow. Since preparing the manuscript, the publisher has already spoken in turn. Great masterpiece. It feels good. One explodes.

Different kinds, but in Nam-Kyung's mind, a book called Full Moon left deep traces. A new way of looking at the full moon emerged. Perhaps, even in the distant future, the vision you have now will affect you. It was scary and happy.

“Have you met the writer by any chance? ”

“No, you're busy writing. ”

“If it's the teacher, I'm going to wake up and answer it. ”

His eyelid lowers slightly. Nam-Kyung looked at the movement.

“That's not true. ”

“Yes?”

“I called him just yesterday. He didn't answer.”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Surprised, unexpected.

“I think he was silent. ”

It was just a word. Hyundai boldly denied it.

“I got a call a long time later. I was just about to go to bed. It was only a matter of time before he sighed. ”

“· · · · · · You couldn't hear me because you were so focused. What a coincidence. ”

“Waiting for the vibration to stop. No matter who you call, you don't stop writing. I put it first.”

“That's what the writer said. ”

“He told me.”

I noticed a little. There was no furnace. Rather, it seemed pleasant. I was intrigued by your concern. What kind of conversation did he have?

“What did the writer say about the full moon? ”

“As is. I struggled a little, but I got something. ”

There are benefits and threads.

“Have you spoken about the manuscript? ”

“Not really. Seems to be going well. Because you got something. ”

He raises the cup. White hair grazes his forehead while he's stuck in the car. This time he asked me a question.

“What do you think? Have you read the manuscript?”

Alexandria's story has recently concluded its midterm inspection. Her life as I read it was infinitely bright. Readers feel better too. It may feel a little light, but it works well. The two fragments were also sufficient data to demonstrate the skill of coincidence. Nam-Kyung appealed to Hyundai.

“I think it might be the most adorable article ever written by chance. ”

He nods. The hair moved together.

“Looking forward to it.”

I've never heard of it - it was not common for Hyundai to raise his expectations of someone. Your shoulders get heavier, but you know it. I'm not losing alone. The writer's shoulders will be much heavier. I raised my mouth consciously.

“Encourage the writer by any chance. ”

When I said something, Hyundai smiled. It feels very relaxed.

“It's not relaxing enough to interfere. ”

No way. His posture blinded me. The line from the shoulder to the waist crosses the dead wing. I couldn't believe it when I said he couldn't afford it.

“The language of God was created because of you. ”

“The writing is solely your own. He knows that. ”

I'm thankful to know. about all the things that have allowed this story to come out of your hand.

“Were you here? ”

The editor knocked and walked in. Nam-Kyung stood up to meet her. The editorial director was happy to see Nam-Kyung with Hyundai. She greets lightly and first talks to Hyundai.

“If you were in the boss' office, I would have been there. ”

“I have some business to attend to. ”

The editorial director smiled as if Hyundai's attitude was familiar. Nam-Kyung stood still and looked at the atmosphere. Her gaze returned to penis.

“How is the writer these days? ”

“You're very good. ”

The editor-in-chief immediately replied. It was true. Coincidence is now very good. She looks relieved.

“What a coincidence. He's comforting the neighborhood. He knows how to build trust. ”

She tapped the shoulder of the penis.

“Time to get ready. ”

Prepare for what? You rolled your head. Going out or going out? Does this mean overseas travel was booked? I wandered off for a while without following the Director's story. She spoke kindly.

“Coincidental author's autograph. ”

“Ah.”

Not all of them. Nam-Kyung came to his senses. That's right. Coincidence reveals its face. I went on the air. I did interviews. You can now put your face on the table. It was natural for such a writer to hold an autograph. I looked at Hyundai's face reflectively. I don't know. I stopped thinking about him when I was busy.

“Hey.”

“Huh?"

“I'm sure you won't. ”

Talking small, the editor empowered his hands on his shoulders. I won't go into detail because I'm in front of the current writer. However, the grip of the hand contained all messages.

“You showed your face. You will, won't you? ”

“Yes.”

We laughed at the smiling editor-in-chief. to do so. We must persuade them. You have to drag the coincidence out of the sign circuit. That was the mission given to him.

“Shall we go?”

Editorial director went out with Hyundai. I heard a voice outside. I feel like I'm falling apart in no time. Nam-Kyung sat on the chair.

“The signing.”

It's time for a big coincidence. There was still a lot of time because it would be after the launch. But one day it will come. I had to roll my head for the day. How do I convince him?

“Just in case. It can be passed all at once. ”

I muttered so much, but I didn't mean it. It was already complicated in my head.

“Farewell."

“Finish the order by the end of today. ”

“Yes.”

I spoke to Song's editor and got up. When I left the publisher's building, I closed my eyes slightly in the sunshine. It was a nice day. Nam-Kyung took tension and drove the car. The Navigation was leading to one place. This is the home of the writer he is in charge of.

It was not the first time I visited the writer's house, but today I was particularly excited. Nam-Kyung recalled a call from this morning. I looked at a text and called right away. The contents of the letter are as follows: I finished my draft.

“You finished the script? ”

“Yes, I did. ”

What he said was in my ears. The manuscript has been finalized, and I'm glad to hear that this manuscript was difficult. He reported that he had overcome the crisis with a different attitude than usual. That was so much fun.

“I'll send it to you. ”

“Wait a minute.”

Nam-Kyung checked the scheduler. There were coincidences. I thought it would be better if I face-to-face. He said he would go home to get the manuscript.

“Well, go ahead. ”

He gladly accepted his visit. It was his behavior.

“Turn right.”

I was distracted by what came out of the navigation. There's a manuscript at the end of this road. I wanted to go and read the coincidence. Whenever I went to greet him, I always felt like this. I'm excited. I'm glad I got to read the coincidence first. I was able to confirm the past by choosing a difficult and difficult job.

“Ha.”

A sigh of admiration came out. One day, as an editor, there will come a moment when you have to deny the sentence of the author. It's because I'm trying to make a better book. The process of tearing things down and rebuilding them was waiting for them. Destroy buildings that have already been completed once. I rebuild. I feel guilty. If the first pile is a mess, this emotion does not arise.

The handle was gently turned. The car drove down the road. I lowered the window and let my mind air out. You have to be good at judging. Be sure to read it well. It should be edited well. That was his job. Do as you've always done. I've only calmed down. But there's always something disturbing. Another concern emerges.

“We need to talk about the event. ”

Slow down a little. The clock rings from behind you. You hear the sound of construction from a distance. It was noisy on the road. I kicked out a small tongue. Today was a dead end.

Alexandria to Claim (1) End

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