King of the Last Drama

In the end, why should I be a trot? It seems to be the issue.

That's right. The OST in "Like a Theatre" was called a lecture, so if I had asked you one more time, it would have been an unspeakable scene.

I think that's the key to the destruction of the format intended in this scene, or in the whole drama.

Beep.

Chart 9 says, "Years have passed!" The oldest trot, not the new album, is in the top 10 of the weekly chart.

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What kind of build-up are you, like a play?

The end will be called "Snow Beam," right?

Puhahaha!

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KBC drama Living Like a Theatre has been exported to Japan, followed by emerging interest from China and other countries.

"Stop turning, Aunt!"

When Seo-yerin said something, Aunt Seo-su-hyun put the remote control down with a heartbreaking face.

My nephew became a gibberish face.

"Are you a child?"

"· · · The world is tasty."

Seo Soo-hyun froze.

"How can you do that without it?"

"I'm sorry that my nephew made that kind of thing on the front lines."

Seo Soo-hyun notices his nephew's voice at dawn.

"No matter what Auntie thinks, people are appreciative. That the writer shouldn't try to beat the viewer, that's what she always said, right?"

"· · · · · ·."

The look of his mouth with an unworthy face.

Seo-yerin sighs small.

"Anyway, what am I not going to say to Lee Hyun-seok PD? That's not right. It's the opposite of what you're supposed to do."

Seo Soo-hyun rolled his eyes still.

"· · · I'm still the opposite."

My nephew's eyes narrowed.

Seo Soo-hyun looked at Lee Hyun-seok's picture on the TV screen and quickly fingered him.

"Look at that. His eyes are dim and his eyes are clearly different from the outside. Pumpkin seeds."

"You don't believe in Auntie Coronation."

"· · · and a prize to be attached to the hammock. There's a very nasty ghost nearby."

"Auntie · · · · ·."

Seo Soo-hyun, who was chatty as he was supposed to, hummed and snorted.

"And I think the Japanese presence is a mistake."

"· · · · · ·."

"You know that neighborhood? I'll give you anything if you hit me there. But I think it's still the opposite."

"What the hell does that matter? Do you want to insist?"

#

Shirakawa Saito is an aspiring writer.

In the light of the more popular gaze there, it also follows the title of a parrot.

This was quite tragic for my parents. This is even more so when it comes to the fact that my sister Rica is a well-known producer of TV Yorubi.

They used to compare brothers and sisters all the time.

"Look at your sister and learn. Do you always want to wake up? I need to get a job."

When he heard that, Saito was tempered like a fire.

"What's so great about you? You have to save a few cheap dramas from Korea and sell them!"

"She really is!"

It was the sound of spitting. I knew it was bullshit.

But Saito didn't like what Rica, her sister, actually did.

If you're Japanese, you should create and discover Japanese content, right? It's like importing a three-tier drama with actors' visuals in a story that doesn't matter.

'Most of all, I wouldn't write that cheap story.'

Even so, the writing did not come out as intended. The contest was also a slaughter.

Eventually, the place where Saito entered again was an Internet bulletin board.

When he heard one voice, he unravelled it and rewritten it, and Saito justified himself as he always did.

I don't talk to old people. I still like seeing Hirumerona from Korea who is almost pathetic in Yorubi today.

After a little interval, I commented on Thre. It was the net-right wing that ran out of the sky after seeing the word Korea.

I can't help it. South Korea is releasing money and controlling it.

No one actually sees it. It's all manipulation.

Poor thing.

As he commented, Saito was a little relieved.

After a while, however, a slightly different comment came up.

At this point in time, the drama in Yorubi would be "Living like a play."

Not a word. Saito was probably the name, and he thought it would be incongruous.

But in a word, the mood was completely reversed.

Comments have begun to burst.

What? Threjunom, you call this "theatre-like" Hirumero?

This is too much w

If you've actually seen him, you can never say this nonsense.

I wish I could understand where this crazy drama is.

Lloyd Gonzalez Hirumero?

Whoops.

Only a few netright-wingers attempted to comment for the first time, but did not become opponents on the page.

The terror of those who mock and scoff while the cyto is frozen is instantly full of threads. And they didn't have enough, so they rebuilt the new Thre and started cooking the cyto.

Surprised by an unimaginable situation, the cyto became a gruesome emotion within a moment.

'Where they come from, all Korean drama is the same. Where are you not?'

The heroine is poor, and the male heroine is rich. Neat romantic clichés. I'm just covering it with actors' appearances and choreography.

But the only thing that comes back so recklessly is to be told to look at it and laugh.

By then, Saito had finally made up his mind.

"Huh. Let's see. That's enough to dismantle them and turn them into powder. '

A video with subtitles appeared on the streaming site, although it was quite popular. It was also accompanied by a message that it would soon be deleted as a formal broadcast.

Saito started driving straight away, even if it wasn't time to stay. The stare of the day is intent on finding a tail and blaming it.

But after a while, the face of the cyto began to change.

Beyond the fifteenth grade, I began to sweat my hands in an inverted atmosphere and thrill.

I couldn't keep my mouth shut in the splendid, large-scale battles and gigantic developments before and after the 25th century.

And after 31st.

The instant the developments like the road changed static, Cyto's eyes grew bigger.

"Ah."

It feels like the bar is broken because it can't be loosened somewhere.

Saito sat in front of the computer as if he was possessed by something. Then I started knocking on the board.

I felt like I had a hard time writing a few lines.

This is it. I knew instinctively. I wanted to use this.

I looked up the data for a while and one more time.

It's so funny because it's Jail who floats the theater or whatever.

Saito comments on it expressionlessly.

Look and tell me, you pathetic bastard.

And it wasn't just silk cytos that were undergoing a series of processes within Japan.

#

It was quite a late night for me to get a call from Siraka and the producer.

It's a pretty audacious voice, unlike the previous one.

"I'm glad my reaction is good in Japan."

It's not just a good level. Word of mouth goes around and the heat is hotter than you can imagine.

"· · · That's good."

Normally, it is a situation I should be pleased with.

But it is.

[Oh my God.]

Kim Chul-soo sighed instead of swallowing my horse.

Numerical changes occurred due to overseas broadcasting.

Currently, 26% of viewers think of "living like a theater" as a barrier.

Less, at least.

I took my sighs off the message.

Thank you very much.

"· · · No. Rather, I should like to thank you."

No, this is a personal greeting.

As I struggled, I heard a small laugh over the phone.

Thanks to Lee Hyun-seok PD, my younger brother seems to have found a way.

"· · · · · ·?"

I don't know what you're talking about, but she hangs up repeatedly thanking me.

[I don't know what the alternative calculation is.]

Kim Chul Sunbae shakes his head.

[I don't think it's been shown in Japan for a few seconds, but the bars are down three percent, and the viewing rate is not reflective.]

It was suspicious.

But in fact, I was too tired to pick it up.

Twenty-six percent.

It's much lower than the viewing rate.

How did you put it up? How clever, how sweaty, how ugly you can be in a day like this.

Senior took a look at my eyes.

[He · · · Hyun-Seok.]

"· · · Say."

[You can't help what you've done. Don't you see the future?]

"The man who did this is very persuasive," he says. "

I sighed small as I looked at my elder.

I can't help what has already happened.

"So what do you think we should do now?"

[The viewing rate is 34 percent now? If you take 40 percent, you can get back at least the time spent in partial compensation. Isn't that realistic?]

Well, you didn't have to worry about it.

Rather than raising the bar rate of the current 20% to more than 90%, the viewing rate is now more than 34%.

I nod.

"Good. Then find out how to increase your viewing rate."

And I got stuck instantly.

Suddenly, my head feels empty.

Raise the viewing rate?

What means should I use to increase my viewing?

As a PD, it's the most obvious factor to consider, and I didn't think of anything.

[· · · Why are you there. You can make it work.]

"You're being very clear. So, how do we make things better in the next few years?"

Kim Chul Sunbae is in the water.

[Or · · ·, or put something in it.]

"What?"

[You know, it's, uh, a little provocative.]

Senior hasn't spoken for a while.

Then he barely opened his mouth as if he had found a proper expression.

[A barrier element?]

"· · · · · ·."

[· · · · · ·.]

Me and the senior closed their mouths without anyone saying anything first.

Static flowed.

· · · I did.

It's not as bizarre as I am, but the barrier element is put to ensure the viewing rate.

It's a very natural fact and countless validated methods in the meantime.

But somehow it was new. It's like discovering something new that I've never known before.

"Uh-huh."

[· · · Hyun-suk?]

Somehow, a small laugh came out.

I felt all the work I had done so far was futile.

"Senior."

[Why.]

"Maybe we've been shoveling."

[· · · · · ·?]

The first car explodes in anger, conflicts with in-laws, alien and total firearms appear, space warships blow the Earth.

"What does all this mean? This doesn't mean anything."

[· · · · · ·!]

Kim Chul Sunbae's complexion changed.

I shook my head with great emotion.

"We've been wrong so far. I was doing something meaningless."

[Hyun-seok, let's not do that!]

Kim Chul's elder cried out in a loud voice.

[I was wrong! I'm a scumbag! Let's just calm down and think about it together!]

· · · · · ·?

I don't know why you look so desperate.

Well, anyway, I realized.

I've never seen a forest looking at a tree before.

I was obsessed with the desire to raise the bar in front of my nose, and I didn't even think about what a bar drama was.

If it's a barrier to increasing viewing, these two are bound to be the same label.

"I have decided. There will be no more outrageous and stimulating factors. I'll end it as normal as all the other dramas."

[Hyun-Seok!]

Kim Chul Sunbae cried out desperately.

I nodded with a smile.

"Yes. Han-support will die of incurable illness."

And Jong-joong will forgive for his support.

A woman who has been afflicted with a plague of infirmity and tears while forgiving it.

It's not a validated factor, since so many people have fallen.

The end of the divergence is a full circle. The time has come to return to Bayach as a novice.

Kim Chul, who had a terrible eye for a while, cried.

[You were worried, motherfucker!]

#

"Yes! I'll catch the strand as you say!"

"· · · I think it's a little too fast."

Although Seo-yerin complained a little, the two writers followed my opinion.

The staff followed me, too.

It was the first time I didn't have to convince myself this much, so I shuddered a little.

[Faith comes from performance. Whatever you pushed, the results were good.]

'I didn't mean to.'

Anyway, keeping up is a good thing.

The end of the Valachro Nose came to an end. This is the last time. I've made a fresh start.

· · · But that too, for a moment, soon became a problem.

In the meantime, it was unimaginable.

"Cut!"

Ng.

Twentieth, not the first or the second.

I turned my head with suspicion.

If this is Han Yumi or another actor, so you can move on.

"Mr. Lee, are you in bad shape today?"

"· · · Sorry."

Lee Lee bowed his head.

A dull face.

Hmm?

044 Stacked up at the end of Tae-san (5)