Great Novelist

The bus proceeded relentlessly forward. Seogwang was sitting at the back and chatting. The phone in my ear was hot, but I didn't mind.

“That's why. ”

“Hey."

“Huh? You want to read it too? ”

I stopped talking with a sigh coming from over the phone. Seogwang touched his nails.

“You've done enough. ”

She doesn't seem to be able to sleep until late last night because of her part-time job. His voice was a mixture of tiredness and annoyance. I asked you to deal with Seogwang because he can sleep while he receives it. As the call went over an hour, the line had reached its limit.

“Why.”

Seogwang pretended not to know and asked why.

“Do it to Springy. ”

Seogwang, of course, said that he had done it.

“Don't interrupt him writing now. Inspired by my proudest walk. I can't help it. ”

There were many words to follow, but Seonhua interrupted.

“Then, Mr. Barron. ”

“You're also preparing for a drawing contest. ”

“The gem.”

“He asks me too many questions in reverse. ”

“Common arms.”

“Come on. I'm still your boss, but I can't show you how serious I was before the interview. ”

“Pride in looks. ”

Seongwang couldn't find anything to say and just laughed.

“Don't you have any college friends? ”

“You're the only one. ”

“Bye.”

Ruthless. The line disappears, leaving behind a single word of cheer without a castle. Seogwang held a warmer cell phone in his hand and captured the fast passing scenery. We have to get off now. Seogwang pressed the stop button and placed his hands on his chest.

“It's okay. You can do it. It's nothing. All you have to do is show me what I can do. Whatever questions come up, I can say. The book I've been reading is nowhere to be found. I used to do this a lot in the Moon Yahoo days. It was a routine introduction.”

Seogwang took a deep breath in front of the Netherwood publisher. He passed the first pass and was very happy. But if you don't make it through Secondary 2, that's it.

“We're at the publisher's. Let's have some fun. Let's not get too nervous. I'm confident in translation. This is an interview, but it's like a college interview. It's all there. ”

Seogwang recognized that he had become more talkative by himself. I remembered what I heard from him one day. You talk a lot when you're nervous. He was clearly nervous.

“Are you here for the interview? ”

As I went inside, the staff talked to me. Seogwang stopped talking to himself and replied.

“Yes, I'm here for the interview. ”

Staff pointed to the stairs. I told him that if he went up, he would see the guide paper. At the end of the long corridor, you see a waiting room. Toilets are nearby. Seogwang stopped by the bathroom and washed his hands for no reason and went into the waiting room. I carefully pushed the door open to the side. A few people sat down.

These are the interviewers who came first. There is no greeting. Seogwang chooses the right seat. You hear a voice. The two seated in the back have a brief conversation to see if there are any faces.

“I've never been in a contest before. ”

“It's kind of fun. ”

The pros seem to have taken out their cell phones, suppressing their trembling legs. There was nothing I could do, but I needed something to endure this silence. Some interviewers were reviewing some material. I was moving my finger meaninglessly and someone sat next to me.

“Hello."

I talked to him. I think he's about 30. Someone who smells like cigarettes. Seogwang looks at him for a moment and nods.

“Hello."

“First pass? ”

“Yes.”

“Age?”

“I'm 24 years old.”

“You're young.”

Seogwang smiled quietly. Saying a lot of strong words here won't help.

“Do you like coincidences? ”

He seemed very bored. You must have found yourself looking for someone to talk to. Seogwang opened his mouth thinking that it was better to let go of the tension.

“You should like it. You might be able to translate it. ”

“That's a good answer. ”

“What about you?”

“That's not a very good question. ”

Seogwang tried to calm his mood. He took a break and replied.

“I have no comment. ”

“Do you comment on what a great question that was? ”

“The place is the place. ”

Seogwang didn't really understand what he was saying. The bear thought and said:

“By any chance.”

“Huh?"

“· · · · · · · · No. ”

There's no reason anyone would hate it if they volunteered. Seogwang shakes his head.

“Did you translate well? ”

“That's why you're here. ”

“Do you know that, too? ”

“What?"

“Why fish don't have gills. ”

I'm asking for an interpretation. He opens his mouth, but he raises his hand.

“Because it's in between. ”

I say it myself.

“He's not a human being. Fish are destined to die. People die when you leave them alone. Coincidental writers often use people like this. ”

“That's right.”

“I wonder every time I read a scene like that. ”

Seogwang looked at him unfairly and asked.

“What?”

“Where do you think you are by chance? I couldn't help but notice a young genius hiding his face, a celebrity loved by the media, a great novelist with great success, a translator. I grew up in school. Coincidence, eternity, the cosmos. What do you think? ”

This time I wait slowly. Seogwang looked away and said.

“I don't know what coincidence is. ”

I don't know what's shining in those eyes.

“I think he's looking at himself, but he's not looking at himself. ”

“That's a lame answer. ”

Seogwang made fun of him regardless.

“What I felt when I translated this time was that it wasn't just a test sample. It's famous for its ability to deal with accidental death. The story of the fish must have been quite genuine. ”

“So?”

“So · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Seogwang just blurted out the words that came to his head.

“I might have died somewhere. ”

He snores.

“That can't be right. ”

“That's right.”

Seogwang turned his head, trembling. There was already more than half a chair in the waiting room. I looked at the time. I have about 30 minutes before the interview starts.

“Have you ever actually seen a writer? ”

When Seogwang got on the green tea, a sudden question came to me. I wasn't thirsty, but I wanted to hold something in my hand.

“Why?”

“I don't have it. ”

“I do. ”

“Wow. Where did you see that? ”

“· · · · · · · Sign Association. ”

Of course, it is not an official signatory. I remember being signed at school. He twitched his mouth.

“You really like coincidences. ”

“Love for writers is the first step in translation. ”

He kicked his tongue and said.

“It's not a writer, it's a work. ”

“You like your work, I see. ”

“I like it.”

Otherwise, they won't come here. In addition, Seongwang glanced at him for a moment and nodded.

“Is that a coincidence? ”

At that time, the two people who were talking and receiving the conversation were standing at the door of the waiting room.

“You're the boss next to him, right? ”

Everyone is listening. I didn't move because I noticed. Seogwang sneaks over and pushes his face out of the hall.

“It's true.”

There are about five or six people standing on the stairs. It looks like I'm going to be in charge of every seat at the publisher's office. Among them was Australia. I was dealing with older people with a face unlike any other. Seogwang took in the sights a long time.

“It's not a zoo. ”

His muttering quickly raises his head. People stared at him, but that was the end. Seogwang slowly returned to his seat. It felt strange to meet at the publisher. I felt a sense of distance. Not bad. Seogwang was captivated. I'll be there one day.

Wait, coincidence.

“He's coming this way. ”

“Huh?"

The sound of their footsteps draws nearer. Those who were guarding their positions are grooming the clothing rack. Seogwang kept his mouth open. The door moves and someone walks in.

“Hello."

Coincidence still greets you with a calm face. There was no one who answered that. He looked around and asked.

“This is the waiting room, right? ”

“Yes, that's right. ”

He sat next to me, answering naturally. It was a natural answer for what I thought was a zoo.

“What brings you here? ”

He asks. Though I'm sure it's a strange day. Seogwang looked at him. He replied as if he had not noticed anything.

“I feel like I'm making eye contact in the hallway. In fact, I was going to pass quietly, but it was a distraction. ”

He once shook his hat on his head. Seogwang muttered to himself that he would be covered with something like that.

“Interference. I wanted to see you. ”

Incidentally, he also took a step back. It is a gesture to leave immediately. Seogwang felt his heart beating fast.

“Hello."

I opened my mouth without even knowing it. He stopped.

“Yes, hello. ”

Coincidence speaks equally respectfully. Seogwang said something.

“Are you here today? Or a spectacle.”

“No, I'm here for work today. I don't attend. I don't perform. ”

“Oh, yeah. ”

“That's too bad. ”

This is the voice coming from next to me. Seogwang suddenly looked at him. He asked him.

“Why?”

“I wanted to hear about my translation. ”

He laughed a little.

“It's not that hard. ”

“What does that mean? ”

His mouth was slightly trembling.

“I read the first pass translation. They're all great.”

Since then, he has said a few compliments.

“I see.”

He was shivering. It is accepted as a pretext. The idea of the West was a little different. He truly respected everyone here. He said.

“I read your translation. ”

A fierce look in his eyes. He looks at him quietly.

“I want you to be with me. ”

He asked for a handshake. He grins softly and holds his hand.

“Yes.”

In a short answer, I stabbed my hand deep in my pocket.

“Sir, are you here? ”

He is the editor and editor of Australia. He turned around and said.

“Goodbye. ”

There was no answer this time. Incidentally, you get out of there as fast as you can. The waiting room grows noisy and calms down again. Seogwang sighed. In the place where coincidence had passed, there was a strange excitement, competitiveness, and joy. I glanced aside and asked.

“What do you think of the coincidence? ”

He said as if he had swallowed something.

“Excellent.”

Seogwang closed his eyes with a small smile. Shortly after, I heard the voice of an employee announcing the beginning of the interview.

Accidental Translator (5) End

lim Han-baek