Great Novelist

I rubbed my eyes firmly on the bed. I stretched my hands upward, but my right shoulder was particularly stiff. The cause of the pain remains to be expected.

“I'm tired.”

If I stay like this, I won't be able to get out of the duvet all day. Slowly raises the body. I looked at the book by my head. It's the full moon, and I've been reading it every day since I finished my manuscript. Of course, I reached out and opened the book. This is where I read any part of it.

“You have to eat. ”

I put the book on an empty stomach. I picked up my phone while having a simple meal. Many knights were aiming for themselves. This autograph review has also been published in a variety of ways. I went to the blog. I see the title coincidence. I can see his face from multiple angles. Signing, bowing, shaking hands with the reader. The banner in the back caught my eye.

“Looks like the first person who got it posted, too. ”

There was an article detailing the story of the site in more detail. I had never heard of waking up at 4: 00 the night before. There was also a photo taken on the way to the Gwanghwamun gate wrapped up Kim Bob. It was dim. A short sentence between the photo and the photo explained the situation.

The reviews of Alexandria were long.

It's a funny and humorous story that coincidentally was first tried. It's close to the debut. Readers who missed the beginning of coincidence welcomed Alexandria. The included fragment responded to the reader who liked the recent article more. The two writings were completely different from the atmosphere. Readers seemed to have noticed the difference with this book. They were curious about the secrets of their style and wanted to know.

“I heard that Silencer came after you left. ”

The story was spreading in a way that he received first place but did not see the silencer. The story about Silk Wine was easy to find. Everyone was jealous of the person who was there, and they were very sorry that they weren't there. Anonymous was one of the best stock-priced actors of the day. I admit it's an interesting situation for him to come to the autograph meeting. I turned the screen over and stopped touching one word. The title of the article caught my eye. Nettle Publisher. This literary competition is expected to be fierce.

“Literature Award.”

One participant encountered at the signing ceremony came to mind. Mango. At the same time, he remembers the other person he knew.

“I haven't seen your face in a while. ”

I thought about it for a moment and texted him. It's been a long time since we've exercised.

“It's been a while."

It's been a long time. I haven't heard your voice in a long time. I turned my head behind my back. Once empty eyebrows were thicker than before. It's been a long time since I've seen my friend.

“How's college? ”

“Not so much.”

He entered the Creative Arts Department. It was the same place as spring. When I heard the answer, college life didn't look so good.

“Why?”

“I'm not used to group life. ”

It was not unusual for him to feel uncomfortable in the space surrounded by his boss and motives.

“How have you been? ”

As he warmed up, he talked about his recent life. The student council has made a recommendation for a club, the overstatement is often incorrect, or the assistant has been delayed and has suffered damage.

“Are you having a lot of parties? ”

“Yes.”

“Did you make friends? ”

“I have people in my class and eating with me, but I don't feel like I'm that close. ”

“There is such a relationship. ”

He didn't look bad either.

“How's the writing? ”

The thick eyebrows that were painted with the food of the scroll moved slightly.

“What a story. ”

“The article that you were struggling with in the contest. ”

He challenged the competition this year. It's because he's finished writing all the time. I don't know what it is.

“The best writing I ever wrote. ”

He finished short. So I struggled. The novel he started writing about two years ago repeatedly retreated. The chalkboard nods slightly. I walked slowly and continued the conversation.

“You're talking about banks, right? ”

“Yes.”

He visited the bank every day for a while to write a story behind the bank.

“Was it helpful to go to the bank? ”

“The bank did it. ”

He said with a blunt expression. Seeing him reminds me of a writer who recently traveled to Russia. I guessed roughly how he would feel. The pace is accelerating, and you run slowly. I hit the scroll with my foot. It was dawn, so no one was there.

“Are you still going to the bank? ”

“Only sometimes. College is so far away that I can't get there as often as I used to. ”

You speed up. The scroll is well followed. I'm not out of breath yet. The scenery that was passing by was blurry.

“And you?"

“Huh?"

I answered a question with a sudden question. The voice of the scroll is heard from a nearby place. His thick eyebrows were clearly visible.

“How was the signing? ”

“Oh, that. ”

I slowed down by myself.

“The next day I got tired and couldn't get up. My ears are ringing, my head hurts, my shoulder hurts. The clowns were all sore. ”

The scroll looked at itself. You know we're not done yet.

“I sat down and signed, but the readers who were waiting must have had a hard time. It was fun. It was fun. It was informative. I could get a glimpse of where my book was. ”

“That's a lot of people. ”

He stares at the air as if he were reminded of the landscape of the mine gate he saw as a knight.

“A lot.”

He told the truth briefly. And he told me the story of the man I met there.

“There was your rival. ”

His eyes turn to this side because the word rival. I felt the gaze, but I looked forward.

“I was a aspiring writer. He fought in the same contest as you. He likes mangoes.”

At that moment, I thought it would be nice to ask her what she was struggling with.

“You look like a college student. Maybe it's not the same university as you. Or the same senior. ”

“There's only one rival of mine. ”

The heavy voice reminds me of the first conversation I had with him. I haven't forgotten.

“Who?”

I asked on purpose.

“You.”

The honest answer came back. I took a few moments to open my mouth.

“I did.”

The opponent hasn't spoken in a while. You quietly run up the hill, down the hill, around the corner and straight back. I heard the sound of the branches being crushed several times.

“I understand.”

When I started climbing again, I heard an answer. No anger, no bragging. He said boldly.

“You're holding me back. ”

“Haha.”

I couldn't help but laugh. I pulled my flank.

“Anyway, the words are bright. ”

He becomes a writer. Becomes famous. Writes well. When he got away from the paragraphs, he had his heyday. I never forget. That memory still lingered deep in my heart. I can see the vending machine from afar.

“Shall we compete?”

“Good.”

He didn't refuse. Rather, it was welcoming. He offered terms first.

“Why don't you grant the wish of those who arrive first? ”

“Prepare to call me sir. ”

There was no sign of a departure. As soon as I finished talking, I ran at full speed. I just wanted to get to the ground before the person next to me, empowering my legs. As I was running, I remembered the appearance of the past bible. From afar, he was more mature, firm and thick than he is now. Something grabbed my ankle. Your side aches. You grip your teeth and run.

“Ow!”

I drove past the vending machine with a strange sound. I took a few more steps and barely stopped myself. I'm out of breath. I'm breathing deeply. My neck was hot.

“I won.”

A sound flows from the hot neck. I turned around and saw the pencil leaning down at my waist. On the side of his face revealed with short hair, there was a deep sadness. He raises his head slowly. His breath was still rough.

“You call me sir? ”

“But I can't use it. ”

I am not happy to call the pen "sir." Not even productive, he says, squatting on a bench.

“I'd like to read your article. ”

I want it the most. My lips were sore with the expression that the scroll was not difficult.

“That's right · · · · · · · ·. ”

“In a bookstore.”

I wanted to read his book again in a bookstore. The scroll says nothing. I gave the scroll a choice.

“If you're not confident, grab a drink. ”

He wipes the short hair with his hands.

“Take it easy. Professional writers come out too strong. ”

“You're using my wish to be good friends. I can't go any smoother than this. ”

The pencil sat next to me. By the time I was out of breath, my mouth was dry. But no one went to the vending machine. I leaned against the backrest.

“Shall we go to the bank? ”

“Banks?”

I wonder what he wrote. I was as concerned as I was when I put the full moon in front of me. I wonder what his writings would look like over the course of two years. There is an indirect way to know. Going to the place in the book in advance.

“I just have some business at the bank. ”

The pencil blinked and said.

“Can I drink the water there? ”

You wake up from your seat, and the two who settled the morning in the nearby restaurant take a relaxing walk. I had never been to a place that followed the guidance of the Bible before. There was a distance right in front of the bank. Merchants were selling sponges, tool sprouts, etc. I saw the children standing in front of the traffic light with their backpacks to see if there was an elementary school nearby.

“There you are.”

This is where the scroll came to mind. An ordinary bank. When I tried to get inside, someone opened the door first. I was a middle-aged woman with a belly sticking out.

“Welcome. ”

I bowed my head a little to make you feel better. He gladly looks at the scroll and greets you.

“You're here."

“Yes, it's been a long time. ”

“How's college? ”

“Moderately. ”

It was a natural conversation. It seemed like your grandson had come to play. He talked with the scroll until an old lady came in.

“Why are you here? ”

Leaning back and checking on the grandmother's business, he pulls out the license plate and guides her.

“You can pick a number right here. Are you here for the money? Cards are up to KRW 6 million. ”

“You're all set. ”

You naturally guide yourself to the waiting seat in front of the window. Sitting still, the official official from the inside looks up at the scroll. The scroll bows. The staff soon climbed the stairs leading up to this floor. Next to the name tag on the chest was the title of the seal. The staff coming out of the window to the entrance recognized the inscription and welcomed him.

“It's been a long time. ”

“Yes, I have a friend to attend to. ”

“Do you want a snack? ”

“I'm fine.”

She waves her hand through the door. The sound of your feet is low.

“Here's the star. ”

“That's a funny joke coming out of your mouth. ”

The inscription was bold again.

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