King of the Last Drama

"· · · Well, I can't help it. I think it would be better if I changed it. · · · · ·."

Keeping it shriveled like a Zaragoq, I still see it. I sighed without even knowing.

In fact, it didn't matter much.

The problem with changing the script is usually due to the environment in which everything stops when the script is late.

A slow-handed drama writer can't help but write a short script, and when it comes out, it's shot to a level that you should be able to detect, so of course you have to quit.

But the speed of maintenance is enormous. It is the level of extraction at the speed of some other computer attack.

Almost 3 days to level when permission is given.

Even the opinions of the actors are favourable whenever amendments are made.

"Oh, now I understand how people feel."

"I think it's better."

But Kim Chul's thoughts were different.

[We have to stop it. She's overreacting.]

'· · · · · ·.'

[If you like it, you won't say it, but that's an obsession that the actor seems to be breaking through the script now. And that actor.]

Kim Chol Sunbae hung up.

You really care about useless things, always. I don't want you to disappoint me.

Maintenance's expression is again fixed on the transfer.

As always, even Kim Chul Sunbae is perfect for words.

The keeper who sees it bites his lips small.

It's a blatant reaction that I don't know.

I shake my head slowly.

"· · · After, yes. Only this time."

"Thank you, brother."

Keeper smiles awkwardly and lowers his head. Compared to what I initially laughed at and hugged, it was a pretty weak response.

[· · · Hyun-Seok.]

'I know, I know.'

I'm exhausted.

However, she is now growing differently every day in real time.

I don't want to get in the way of this.

"· · · So you came to me?"

The calligrapher raises her eyebrows with a cup of coffee.

It's a caramel macchiato.

Strange. I used to always have two espressos or Americanos.

"Yes, I'll give you enough remuneration and deduct it from your credit, so I hope you can help Gia in earnest."

Giggling at his head.

"That's weird. Shouldn't you say, 'I'll put it on credit'?"

"I think it would be nice to raise you as a co-author, but I think you'll be frustrated."

"Huhu."

Seo-yerin's eyes softly curled.

Luckily, it was the right answer. I think I'm familiar with Keeper, but that and the writer's pride are separate issues.

There is no way that a writer like Seo-yerin would like to ask another writer about his entry.

"Well, good."

"Thank you."

"I don't need money. Instead, I would like to take this opportunity to hear that PD will work with me on the project after everything is done."

"· · · · I have paid enough for my writing."

"You want a definitive answer?"

The curled eyebrows began to narrow. The voice also softened.

Damn it.

I heard him swallow his saliva.

I couldn't tell if it was me or Kim Chul Senior.

[· · · Be careful, Hyun-seok. You have to be very careful.]

"Yes."

[If you accept this proposal, you will have to throw away a lot of our bloody five years to create a high-end wellmade drama that is useless. It's a good thing you didn't have to extend it.]

Powerword entitled "Worthless Viewing of Luxury Well-Made Dramas."

Terrible.

[Growing your child is a good thing, but you can do it with your next plan.] This is a demon's contract. There's no need to rush.]

'· · · · · ·.'

No matter how sad the nation was, its mind was forced to move.

Making the work of the calligrapher into a drama is like gathering dragonballs and making a wish, but I don't think I'm going to listen to it because it's beyond my abilities.

Accepting this proposal now is sacrificing the future giant to avoid the current danger.

Walk right in a word.

But · · · · · ·.

"· · · Good. That's what you do."

[Hyun-Seok!]

Kim Chul's elder cried out desperately.

I turned away with my senior's gaze.

It's time to throw a gamble.

Not now, but later, the complacent notion of "being a coward avoiding risk" means you can't get anything.

If Seo-yerin participates in the shooting in earnest, she can grow into a snake.

[Chuckles] Shouldn't she be heartbroken because she's in real time with her skull?]

'· · · · ·'

[Do you have Rex?]

Kim Chul Sunbae is dead.

· · · Of course, I have a bit of an idea. I'm a man, and my nephew's age doesn't bother me.

It's going to be about seven to three.

[You must have said three to seven wrong.]

The calligrapher took a memorandum from me with a strange face.

I can't believe it.

#

"Really? Are you really coming from Yerin?!"

Maintenance was greatly pleased.

The rest of me, who was so happy, even grabbed me tightly and jumped into the room.

"· · · · · ·."

"· · · Uh, I'll take a break from the next scene."

On the shoot.

I'm staring.

"Kee, writer, I've always thought you were an adult, but you look just like my peers."

"You must be very close to this PD."

I looked away at the faces of the old actors.

Keeper, who had been running for a long time, barely realised his surrounding gaze and retreated with a reddish face.

And the next day.

"This is Seo-yerin, the new scriptwriter."

Seo-yerin greeted him with dignity while being attacked by Keenan's ruby.

"Oh, Yumi, you're such a beauty!"

Most of the staff were only slightly impressed by Seo-yerin's appearance and did not pay much attention to themselves.

Well, scripters are usually that much.

However, few people knew Seo Soo-hyun Division actor line or Seo-yerin's face, represented by Seo-young Yong, Jung Tae-su, and Choi Sun-young.

"Yerin? Why are you here?"

"I made a little appointment with this PD."

Seo-yerin smiled.

"I want you to join me instead of helping me this time."

Explicit nailing.

· · · Can you not believe the subject that you have even received a memorandum?

"That's good!"

The actor Seol Yong, who was quite astonished, laughed furiously.

"I wouldn't want to join, but this PD guy is a real country. Better than a bunch of clumsy career buddies."

"That's right. He says he's his successor, but there's no one else to talk to!"

"· · · Is that so?"

Seol Yong and Jung Tae Seong mixed to praise me, and the laughter of the calligrapher became even darker.

I sighed.

It's ruined.

[Yeah. We're screwed, motherfucker.]

Kim Chul also sighed.

The shooting has begun.

The calligrapher watched the actors act while sitting alongside her.

She spoke to Seo-yerin with a much looser face than before, and often laughed.

Compared to yesterday, it is a face that has been loosened like someone else.

[Good? Good? It's very hectic.]

'Then your child's face is brightened and you don't like him? Oh, my God, I didn't know you were such an unacknowledged person. Senior, you have to stop fanning.'

[This son of a bitch.]

Then, the expression of the retainer hardened slightly.

Seo-yerin also quickly realized the airflow and turned his gaze.

Lee Seong was looking at me.

"Let's start with the fifth scene. For the first time, support reveals its emotions to Jong-yeong. Please keep a subtle emotional line alive."

"Yes."

Lee Lee Lee replied.

He's still a scumbag, and he looks like he's trying to get out of town for a drink.

But the attitude changed in an instant as soon as the cue sign fell.

Unemotional and cold snowfall. Photography is summer, but it looks like it's already winter and frost has fallen.

The user smiles at the target with a pale smile.

Hanyumi's attitude was overwhelmed for a while, and then he revealed his anger to his face.

[ha, crazy · · · · ·.]

Kim Chul Sunbae shakes his head.

A new actor shakes the other actor's emotional line.

Did you really have to do that?

There's no reason not to.

· · · Korean support. You really, really can't live like that? Is there no other way?!

Observing me so far has not been enough. Not enough data? That attitude is a little disappointing.

Keep doing that!

Hanyumi – Chongqiang knows this. In between, the lips are instantly peeled off and red blood leaks out.

With a single glance, the cliff looks back and walks out.

A smile disappears from the face of support left alone.

Slowly, as if turning at a quarter of a turn, a faint trace of emotion appears on the eyes and mouth, disappearing like Aziarang.

"· · · · cut."

Okay, I'm forced to sign.

It's a little different from what you imagined and expected when you and I made Conti together.

But, it's better.

[· · · · · ·.]

The Maestro who achieved the Grand Slam of the Third Film Festival refutes it by saying nothing.

People who were sucked into the scene itself without any aftertreatment barely regained consciousness.

"Kid! It's really bleeding! You said it was something you could ask!"

"Oh, hehe. I don't know."

"What are you gonna do, what are you gonna do? Moretti's on schedule right now!"

While Han Yumi was being bruised by her manager, Lee retreated quietly as usual.

As always, it is one step away from the left.

I'm a freak. It can't be pleasant for an actor to exceed the director's expectations in a good way.

However.

"· · · · · ·."

I looked the other way. He bites his lips and grinds the script.

And I'm not even aware of that.

"Somehow, PD even wrote a memorandum of understanding."

Seo-yerin, who approached me, sighed.

"That's the problem, right?"

"Yes."

"Hoo · · · a little bit more than expected, but · · · · ·."

Seo-yerin thinks the bear is something.

"What do you think you should do?"

"We have no choice but to remove the box itself from the monsters that keep breaking through the barrier."

Seo-yerin said he didn't know English.

"Aliens, one more."

"Yes?"