King of the Last Drama

Oh, dear.

It was Ath's voice that got the call. Probably one of Keeper's siblings.

I said with the sweetest voice possible.

"Hello, do you have any contact information for Mr. Jeong-ah?"

· · · Whose taxes?

"I'm Lee Seok from KBC Drama. I contacted you because I wanted to consult you."

Counseling?

"Can you change it if you stay home?"

· · · · · ·.

Soon I heard him say Moore with a hopping sound.

The currency has changed within.

Hello.

"Yes, hello. This is KBC Drama."

Sorry, I don't have any money in my house. I hope you're connected to a better home.

Peck.

I hung up with cheering.

[Foot!]

When I was standing in the freeze, Kim Chol sunbae gave me a Park Daejeon shop.

[Puhaha, you're a stubborn kid!]

"· · · · · ·."

I put my phone in my pocket and put my coat on.

[Huh? Are you going to go see her yourself?]

"Euphoria was trying to get rid of it. I want to see that kind of personality."

[This looks like you're shoveling to get a tiger.]

Kim Chul Sunbae complained.

Arriving at the address was a shabby basement unit.

The doorbell doesn't hang properly. I knock.

"Are you there?"

After a moment of silence, a voice was heard inside.

"· · · Who are you?"

"This is Lee Hyun-seok from KBC Drama. I wanted to tell you something about the work you did on our previous station, and I found it myself."

"· · · · · ·."

After a while, the door opened.

The look on his face, with the utmost vigilance, remained intact. It was much worse than what I saw in the old newspaper, but I could recognize it right away.

A tired eye in thick horn glasses. I can see his head tied roughly in a cheap rubber band.

[But if you chew it up, the main board is good.]

Kim Chul Sunbae flattered with the film director's gaze.

[If you decorate well, you'll be more visual than a dizzy actor.]]

'It's been a long time since I was deceased that I had a memorial and a pancake cafe.'

I gave up my business card first.

Keela looked carefully at her business card and looked suspiciously.

"· · · Are you really a PD?"

"I gave you a business card."

"It's a business card. You can manipulate it as much as you want. And I was told that I had already dropped out of primary school."

"· · · · · ·."

Seriously, he's a broken kid.

It would be meaningless if we had a conversation that didn't gain trust.

"Then let's go to the station."

"Yes?"

"I was going to tell you anyway."

Keeping his glans narrowed for a while, he nods at something difficult.

"· · · Please wait."

The door connecting the kitchen and the single compartment is closed.

When I was left alone, I heard the voice of Keeper calling his brothers.

Do you really want to lock the door without you and never open it to strangers?

Yep!

And what was I supposed to do if my sister didn't come in unannounced until after 10: 00?

Call 112!

Call your uncle!

Yeah, we're good, Zimin.

Kim Chul Sunbae, who was listening, became an admirable face.

[You're a dizzy kid.]

'I would have had to live a life like that.'

Soon the keeper opened the door.

I knew I was going to the station, but the only difference was that the headband was changed and the churning was replaced with an old uniform.

"I hope you're ready."

"· · · Yes."

I rode up and down.

"Did you eat? If you don't mind, let's do it first."

"It's okay. I ate it."

The sound of a beep and a red face as you speak.

[Chuckles.]

Kim Chul said he'd kill you, but I'm a pro. I took an employee card without changing my face and entered the cafeteria.

"There's Korean food and forms. You can take the main menu and bring as many side dishes as you like."

Maintenance is a mess for sheep from other worlds.

"That · · · money."

"It's 4,000 won. I'll give it to you, so don't worry."

"4,000 won? Here?!"

Now it truly shines its eyes with the face of the new world.

Maintainer, who received the main meal, paused in the underlying corner. I'd love to keep it, but it looks noticeable.

Then a man walks by with a sheet of iron on his face and a pile of soup rice and bottom dishes on the tableware.

Kim Jeon Gam PD.

Maintenance, a young girl, is an overwhelming colour in her body.

"Hey, you PD. Do you eat?"

"Yes."

"What about this young lady?"

"I've figured it out. I'm trying to make it a little more attractive."

Kim Jeon Gam PD? It's a face. But I change my face and nod.

"Yeah. You might as well write a young subwriter for a young man's drama."

Kim Jeon Gam PD smiled comfortably, knocking on her shoulder.

"Eat as much as you can, the name is · · · ·."

"Yu, it's Keeper!"

"Yes, Miss Gia. Eating is all that's left. Why only bones, man."

Kim Jeon Gam PD left with a smile.

As he sat down, he held his seat across from him and bowed his head.

"Sorry!"

"Yes?"

"I doubt it. There are a lot of strange people these days."

"I understand. It's okay."

Keep your head up until I hit your hand a few times.

I'm careful with the voice I'm asking.

"You're Kim Jeon Gam PD, right?"

"That's right."

I thought it was too easy to get out of the restaurant once, but I think I knew Kim Jeon Gam PD.

However, if you are interested in this floor, it is a medium-sized PD.

"I had a really fun look at my son, Suzuki."

"Yes, I have a deep vision."

"Wow! Did you work with him?"

"At the time, it was an AD performance. I did all the Sidabari stuff."

I laughed at Kilkill.

"I wanted to get a writer who had been stabbed for two consecutive years and pushed him like a bulldozer, and it blew up like a ghost. The eyes are not normal."

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Looking at me with the eyes of good will.

And at the same time something uncomfortable.

"Well, you have something to say about my work in the contest."

"Yes, I actually took over my first engagement this year. It's also a 10: 00 weekend drama."

"Oh, my God, my God! Really?!"

Keeping a chaotic attitude, he burst the sheep lion's hoof where he had been sent.

"Congratulations! Congratulations!"

"· · · Thank you."

I woke up a little.

"So while I was planning it, I was impressed by the work of the writer and the feeling of splashing. I would like to ask if you are willing to participate in our planning."

Maintenance was solid.

[Yeah. It's like some kind of snail.]

"Senior."

[All right, all right. Shut up.]

Even after Kim Chul's mouth was closed while he was naked, Keeping his mouth open because he was blushing with an unreal expression.

And at some point, stand up.

"Oh, I'll work hard!"

I smashed my head on the dining table and cried.

I said it solemnly, trying to erase the smile on my face.

"Let's eat and talk."

"Yes · · · ·."

Kee listened to Suzer with a sobbing face. But Bob didn't seem to be able to make it through the throat.

"I can't believe it. I honestly thought it was a mess after I wrote it."

I was amazed that I knew.

"Yes, there were a lot of shortcomings, but they seemed more likely to develop. I would like to raise that point."

Maintenance's face was brightened.

"Thank you!"

"How long have you been writing?"

"Yes, well."

"How long have you been?"

"Well, since elementary school, I've often stumbled upon short stories in my notebook. It was kind of an unusual hobby."

"I see."

Kim Chul Sunbae laid the tune.

[Strange thing. I thought the girls' hobbies were just SNS, self-styling, idolatry, something like that.]

'Thank you for your remarks, which are full of subjacent prejudices.'

[What the fuck? You're old enough before regression!]

'Well, even if I wanted to have a hobby like that, it wouldn't be so bad. Earlier, I noticed that I didn't have a computer at home.'

[Large · · · · ·.]

I close my mouth a little depressed. It is an offense to reproach one's indifferent remarks.

No one can hear it but me.

Before, there was a reputation for being a bit harsh, but surprisingly naive, on a blank sheet that had no interest in anything other than filming.

I was moderately filtered at the time, but the more I got along, the more I felt like I wasn't lying.

At the end of the frozen meal, the keeper asked.

"By the way, what do you do when you say assistant writer?"

"· · · · · ·? Why do you wonder that? Mr. Zhejiang is not an assistant writer."

A little cracked in the look of Maintenance. She tried to cover it with laughter.

"Ah, haha. I guess I was mistaken and overly subjective."

What is this kid talking about?

"I'm writing the main story."

"Yes?"

Maintenance asked in a dumb voice.

"I would like to use Mr. Gigi as our main author."

It's sunny.

The chopsticks fell from the hands of the keeper.

[Screaming]]

I heard Kim Chul Senior sigh.