Great Novelist

“Still, isn't there some information? Have you heard anything? ”

He looked at the Americano he was drinking. Nam-Kyung shakes his head. And I asked him a question.

“But what happened to you? How could you be so interested? ”

Soon, he bows his head and whispers with a thought that there is a place to go.

“Mango?”

“I can't say I'm not. ”

The aspiring writer mango I met at the Sign Association. Mango struggled in this contest. Obviously, the existence of mangoes helped bring themselves here. His eyes narrowed.

“What else do you have? ”

“Someone I know has conspired to impress me. ”

“· · · · · · · · What? ”

He took his mouth off the straw and said:

“Who is it?”

“Someone who writes well. ”

“Not that I'm asking, are you a good writer? ”

“Yes. I think I'm going to be a writer someday. ”

I could see the interest in the Nam-Kyung escalating.

“Is that so? What is it with you? ”

“It's a secret.”

A long sigh came out of his mouth.

“A secret between us. If you're right, you'll work with us one day, won't you? ”

“Then I wouldn't have to say it. ”

“Don't you know you want to know this sooner? ”

“That's why I'm here today. ”

The result, as he knew, was empty hands. Nam-Kyung chewed straws with grief. Take out the phone in your pocket, put it back in, rub the temples with your fingertips and cut your chin. You look around and open your mouth.

“I do know one thing. ”

“Yes.”

He approached and covered his mouth.

“Looks like there's one unanimous. ”

“unanimous?”

I haven't heard that in a long time. unanimous.

“Yes. I don't know what it is, but the judges put it together. ”

“That.”

He frowned at one eye.

“It's the first unanimous new image since coincidence. ”

He folds his fingers slowly and says.

“Incidentally, there were no winners the following year. Nobody got elected last year. The newcomers who have come out have a strong impression of a tug-girl. I can't deny that your overall standards have gone up since you've been here. ”

He opens the plastic lid and bites the ice into his mouth and says,

“Student projectors are increasing rapidly. It's almost impossible to have a hand like yours at your age. New impressions can be advantageous as you get younger, but that only applies when novel levels are similar. You haven't been elected a minor since. ”

The ice shattered in his mouth.

“But unanimously. Isn't this the guy you were telling me about? ”

I imagined the writing of the Bible being chosen by the judges unanimously and debuted in paragraphs. It was quite natural. It made me think longer. The silence grew longer, and Nam-Kyung tapped the table.

“Then maybe Mr. Mango will be a little disappointed. ”

Mangos should be more aspiring if they are what they think they are.

“We don't know what Mango writes. I can't help it. ”

“There are over 1500 manuscripts filed for this new impression. ”

I don't know my name or what I wrote. He probably struggled with a story he didn't know. Only one of them gets a prize. Namkyung said.

“If you're curious, why don't you go see the professor? You're the judge this time, you know that? ”

“Otherwise, I'm going to play today. ”

“That was quick.”

Nam-Kyung got up from his seat after checking the time. I decided to walk in front of the publisher. There were not many people. A rare man came out in front of the building and repeated his entry. That was the end. It was definitely different from the landscape I saw one day. There are times when I'm free like this.

“It's a quiet day. ”

“It's a weekday.”

It was a quiet place to see during the day. The nettewood publisher stopped at a short distance. I called a cab.

“Why don't you pick up a book from the inside? You can have anything you want. ”

“It's okay. I'll just go from here. ”

Just looking at it here is enough.

“And I don't want to crowd you. What if someone yells it's a coincidence? ”

“A cab ride in a row. ”

It's a silly joke. Then someone shouts.

“Coincidence.”

I thought I was talking in my head for a second. I thought so until I heard Nam-Kyung's ominous voice. I took a quick look around. Fortunately, there is no one. The sound dissipates from the air. The owner of the voice quickly approaches. He looked unbelievable.

“Are you a writer by any chance? ”

His gray hat blinked. The hat tightens the opposing Pokémon's head without spare. It looks a little small.

“Yes, hello. ”

A familiar greeting now. The opponent's face is full of surprises. He stretches his eyebrows like a man facing destiny.

“Sign, please. ”

“Would you like an autograph? ”

“Yes! Please! ”

He rummages through the bag. It was the manuscript that came out. That's a pretty good manuscript, too. He quickly turns over the bowel and finds a clean side. I couldn't help but be buried in the two ingredients in front of me.

“Are you writing? ”

He smiles. An unconfident smile.

“I'm actually preparing a writer. I entered the competition this time. ”

Mango, bibliography, and a gray hat. I encounter them often for the same reason that my colleagues are writers. I signed the manuscript.

“What brings you here? ”

“I'm going on a tour of the publisher. ”

I looked at his face for a vague answer. The beard on my chin was delighted.

“Are you on your way? ”

“No.”

“So have you seen it? ”

He tasted it for a while. I have so much to say to you. However, the only words that came out were short sentences.

“Seeing it here should be enough. ”

It is similar to the excuses you have come up with. After signing, the manuscript was closed. It was a habitual act. Reading the letters on it was also part of my habit. The gray hat reached out to retrieve the manuscript, but read the first sentence and asked.

“Can I read this? ”

“Yes?”

He squirms as if to think for a moment, then nods. I could feel the penis standing behind me paying attention. He turns over the page, whether he reads it over his shoulder or not. It was the beginning of the story.I could only sense what it was like. I remembered the class I had in the book of Moon Ye-won. I went down to the subway station and wrote. It was a lesson in archeology. The children who read their writings in that class said, I want to read the back story. Write it down. I read the last sentence and opened my mouth.

“I'm curious about the back story. ”

That was the impression of his foothold. If I was young and old, I had deep feelings on the face of an old grey hat.

“This is it.”

He said in a slightly excited voice.

“I've been trying to tell you this story. ”

A friend reminds me of a mango.

“This is my last one. If you fall from here, we'll start something else. ”

He was suing for something.

“Will my writing win the prize? ”

You feel heavy. The sign in the manuscript is foreign. The gray hat said it was the last. I don't know why it has to be the last. I want to read the back story of this article. I want to read and understand He asked again.

“Can I win an award? ”

Can this post win a prize? I don't know, I wasn't the judge. I didn't even read the rest of his work. I couldn't help but take his side. Eyes meet. Eyes are different from paperback. Eyes are different from mango. But it was the same where it was headed.

“Oh, here he comes. Let's go, Writer. ”

The penis intervenes. He looks out over the grey hat. People were coming. They looked like people who came to see the publication. Nam-Kyung grabbed my arm and barely responded in time.

“I'll cheer you on.”

It was just a word. The gray hat looks down for a moment and smiles as if it was satisfied.

“Thank you."

When I walked back to the publisher for a long time, he was already mixed up in the crowd. He was the only one wearing a gray hat. He stood there until he became invisible.

“Here I am. ”

The place where I arrived with a complicated mind was the home of Yeon Seo. I asked myself if I couldn't answer a little better on my way here. I could have won a prize, you could have done it, or if I was on the jury, I would have voted for nothing but your writing.

I'm not sure. I don't think I'll ever see you again. It was a pity. It was a pity to think he wanted to win the prize. Then again, the face of the mango and the scroll caught my attention. I want to know who it is. I want to take care of this complex head myself.

You hear a dog barking from a distance. Hearing the roar of tears made me feel a little calm. The door opened and was the first thing I saw since the restaurant. He welcomed himself. I stared at him and asked.

“It's you, isn't it?”

Compliance was uncertain as to the intent of the question.

“What?”

Fails to deduce and asks. I gave him a quick hint.

“Im Hyun is also a writer. ”

“Ah.”

He was the one who leaked information to the writer Im Hyun as well. Im Hyun is also the culprit who made the writer call.

“I was surprised to call you. I don't get it.”

“How come you didn't get it at dinner? ”

“I was writing. ”

Junsu explained later, expressing his regrets.

“I only heard from my comrade. You're not the kind of person who would let a comrade talk you into something like that. That means I know very little. ”

Junsu urged himself not to do this on the porch, but to get inside quickly. It is spacious and comfortable as a place to receive pupils. This place was still well maintained. I sat at the table for a long time.

“Is there no professor here? ”

“He'll be here any minute. ”

“What about you, Kyungwoo? ”

“I'm going out to work. ”

Junsu went into the kitchen and raised his glass. He looked inside the refrigerator and said.

“I'm mangled. Do you want some? ”

“Mango.”

Following the rapidly lowering voice, he asked.

“Why? You don't like it? ”

“I like it, but I don't want to eat it right now. ”

He said, "I don't know what that means, but I do."

“You read Alexandria well. ”

“How was it? Not bad for Heman, huh? ”

You hear him knock on the cup three times.

“That wasn't so bad. Quite an interesting article. I felt like I'd stumbled upon a unique wit. ”

There was a rattling sound in the middle of the answer. He just got out of the car. I said Omiza. I took it out of the way. It was cool because it was windy.

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