Great Novelist

“You study in places like this. ”

I toured the university with the two of them. In the meantime, I learned that spring and biblical writing were not at all familiar despite the same exaggeration of the same university. Neither of them was the type to approach one another first.

“But we read each other. ”

Spring looked at the scroll and said. The inscription agreed with a expressionless face.

“I enjoyed writing the story. ”

“You, too. I thought you were great with long sentences. ”

An awkward silence settles between the two. I could see the distance at a glance.

“Is there anywhere you can go? You've seen all the universities. ”

As I walked around a little, I talked to her, and she was thinking about the scroll.

“I don't know. I don't play around. ”

He also said after spring.

“A restaurant or karaoke room, at best? Actually, there's nothing nearby. I go to the bookstore all the time. ”

Spring looked at her and the scroll alternately and said clearly.

“Do you want to go to the bookstore? ”

“Good.”

Unlike the warm-hearted self, the scroll immediately endorsed. I am overly welcomed.My heart seemed to rejoice. It was not that I didn't understand the book after I made my debut. I got off the campus by bus. I visited a large bookstore that said spring is frequent. Used to be a brand.

It was the first time I visited the bay. The overall atmosphere was similar to other places.

“I see it, I see it. ”

Spring meant a golden book that caught my eye as soon as I went inside. The scroll was tired of looking at where spring was pointing.

“Hot comedy by coincidence of the river, the language writer of God. Alexandria's Life: Meet the humor of coincidence ”

She purposely raised her voice to listen and read the promotional text. Spring clearly said as if there was no exaggeration in the promotional text.

“It was fun. He especially liked it. ”

It was definitely the longest text from Seonhwa.

“What about you? Did you smile a little?”

I looked at the scroll. He opened his mouth late.

“I was most impressed with the book thief. ”

Asked about comedy, answered about tragedy. I walked in past the spring when I looked like I had a lot to say. You don't know what you'll hear if you stay in front of it. Next, there was a book to read.

“There you are. Novel Prize Winners. ”

Here is the text of the bible. Writer's Bible. He came into the world under the name of the Bible instead of the real name "Pilgrimage." It came as if spring was good for me. The publisher was not small, so it was a relatively accessible place. I saw the names of the judges. It's called a white paper.

The name was poisonous.

“The first unanimous new person to appear since coincidence. The story that all the judges were praising. Bank tree.”

Spring also read the promotional text on the book of scripture equally. I saw him. I was a little surprised. Rarely, I was embarrassed. I looked at it and my eyebrows twitched.

“· · · · · · Not familiar. ”

It certainly looked that way.

“Fresh.”

This time he asked.

“How did you read it? ”

“Good. That's a good one. ”

The answer that came out quickly felt like there was no castle. His eyes narrowed. It was a little unfair, really. It was really nice and fun. Tales that have been carved and polished for a long time have demonstrated outstanding skills. I admire him even more when I think about his age. of speaker

The reaction could be understood.

“Wait a minute.”

Then someone approached the side of the scroll. He read the promotional text that Spring just read and picked up the book. The notebook retreated a little. And I was very concerned about his behavior, pretending not to see it. Spring and self were the same. Turn the book over and read the judges' testimonials.

The Dunne left his post as it was.

“Are you buying? ”

The scroll spoke in a voice.

“I think so! Congratulations!”

His eyes wander around the register. Spring clapped a little.

“A scriptwriter. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I tried calling out loud. My mouth twitches this time. I could understand the feeling of that moment. The joy of someone buying a book they wrote is great. I feel like I've never felt like this before. Spring also said a word.

“The professor complimented me today. ”

“Really?"

“Yes, this is the student who came up unanimously. ”

She said during the professor's impersonation, but it was not assessable.

“Is he looking this way? ”

I took a quick look around at the words of spring. It was not loud, but I could attract the attention of anyone who was doing this in front of the book. Fortunately, there were not many people because it was the middle of the day.

“Are you going to buy a book? Let's pick and come.”

I walked to the place where I wanted the book to be. In the early days, everyone was lurking where there was a domestic book. Spring passed there and went to a place with professional books and humanities books. She will learn many things, experience many things and complete her own writing in the future. Different number

like many writers. She didn't rush because she knew it too. Two people came through the corner of the guidebook when they went abroad.

“That was quick. ”

“I've seen things in advance. ”

“Me, too."

Spring chose two books, and the Bible chose a book. I thought about it for a while and picked up a book overseas. A book that says Coin has made a bad comment.

“Let's go to Australia. ”

I finished the calculations side-by-side and came out of the bookstore. Spring proposed the next destination first. It didn't matter. I agreed with the inscription as it was fine. She adds.

“Buy a drink. ”

“Liquor?”

“Good.”

I asked again, and the pencil nodded. We got along quite well. Eventually, I bought soju and beer at a nearby market. When they set up their liquor table, they quickly started drinking and dried it, but it didn't work. I gave up and watched from the middle. When I drink, Spring and the Bible exchange longer sentences.

There.

“The chore is poop. I don't trust people anymore. ”

“I understand.”

I agree with the words of spring. The two of them emptied three bottles of soju when they were only wetting their lips with a can of beer. Seeing those friends, I stick my tongue out.

“Drink slowly. ”

Spring shakes her hand as she gives a small warning.

“Now is the right speed. ”

Mix soju and beer at a fabulous ratio. I must have learned a lot from college.

“I don't know. ”

I picked up a goldfish from a goldfish's jaw. At that time, the scroll said.

“I've finally set foot in the same room as you. ”

In the sigh of the horse, there was heavy alcohol.

“Is this your first time in my house? ”

The two eyebrows of the scroll were closer together than usual.

“I mean, I debuted in paragraph. ”

His eyes are steady on the golden man.

“I want to write better than you. I want you to look up to me. But we're friends. Friends should be equal. Maybe there's nothing up or down. But I want to beat you. What does it mean to win? ”

It's a sound on a straight face. However, there was one area that indicated that he was drunk. The ears revealed between the short hair are red. He continues to drink.

“You write too well. He comforted me. No one's ever come closer to me than you. I want to. That doesn't mean I want to be like you. I hope my writing works for you. Is it too far? ”

“You're drunk. Stop drinking. ”

He took the cup from his mouth and drank it instead. It has a distinctive smell. The impression is written by itself.

“Thank you. Have another drink. ”

Spring filled my empty cup. She drank less than a notebook, but felt very good.

“I'm so glad. ”

“What?”

She covers her face with her hands.

“I'm so glad all my friends are doing well. I just want everyone to be happy. Together, Together. ”

“You're drunk, too. ”

“I'm not drunk. ”

Drink the bomb liquor you just made. She raised her chopsticks. A goldfish is wandering in between.

“I'm going my own way. ”

She watches the golden man hanging close to her chopsticks. I thought he was going to drop it. At that moment, a shadow struck him.

“Surprise.”

The scroll flew over the table. Luckily, the statue did not spill, but the golden man hanging from the chopsticks soon fell to the ground.

“I'm not running away. ”

He came next to him and said,

“Run away?”

“Yes. When the day comes for me to fight you, I will never back down. ”

I feel like I'm fighting with myself in my imagination.

“I promise. You'll fight me. There's nothing to see here. ”

“What kind of fight is this? You want me to finger fight? ”

He insisted on making a promise. He was somewhat more burdensome than usual when he drank. I had no choice but to nod.

“Okay, stop drinking now. In the middle of the day.”

After that, spring fell into a deep sleep, and the scroll muttered an unknown word. Both of them became more and more sober over time. College students who had been drunk since day and night woke up. In the meantime, I read the book I bought. Coin's eyes are accurate when looking at books.

“Ugh.”

I poured a glass of honey water for the slobbering.

“Can you find your home well? ”

“You're awake. ”

The scroll opened its mouth again, expressionlessly. It was far away from the eyebrows. My ears also calmed down.

“Do you remember what I said? ”

The scroll looked straight at itself.

“Me.”

But he looks fine. I didn't say anything more. The two of them left in a taxi. After escorting the two of you back, I cleaned up the remaining liquor and drank the remaining soju in the glass.

“That's bitter.”

The words of the scroll were in my ears. I want to win. The moment I heard that, I thought of one thing. I poured another glass into an empty one.

*

“Khh.”

Nam-Kyung expresses the aftermath of dark alcohol going down his throat. On the way home from work, I stopped by the packed wagon for a drink.

“What do you think about this meeting? As the editor of a coincidence writer. ”

As I poured another glass in a row, the blind editor asked. The blind editor sucks at the idol, waiting for an answer.

“Are you saying that we want to hold an event among publishers who are from literature? ”

It was an event I had been doing for a long time. The event suddenly stopped because of the existence of coincidence. In the context of opening an exhibition on literary history, he commented that it would be best to resurrect the event. This year's book is more interesting than I expected.

I took part in what I was receiving. However, the nature and location of the event were generating disagreements.

“It's about making the writing scene public. ”

Nam-Kyung nodded. It is an event that shows people how writers write.

“But this time, there's talk of collecting new identities and proceeding. ”

“There are coincidences. ”

“That is, if it happens, the accidental writing site will be revealed. ”

“It's not a story. ”

“That's not it. ”

“I know you're going through this with caution. ”

You sigh. Coincidences can be difficult. He's a big writer, too young, too young, too big. No matter where I belonged, I was foreign. It stands out.

“If you think about it, it'll be an event you want to see. ”

A blind editor fills his empty cup. I took it as it was.

The Winners' Fight (1) Ends

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