King of the Last Drama

"Yes. Next, we'll talk about the" Jewelry Box in the Research Journal "."

TBS Proficiency, Continuous Theatre Cutting Doll .

A programme reviewing a drama from a week was also being broadcast today.

"This week was just the end of six paintings. Now, how do you see them?"

The panels facing each other laughed at each other without anyone first.

"Well, actually, I wanted to catch Lee Hyun-seok's style. I don't know again."

"So am I, haha."

About three weeks ago, "The Jewelry Box in the Research Journal" came to life as a topic for the first screening alone.

In fact, it was a configuration that had to be.

"The first painting in the Journal of Research was really a weave that looked like we had tried to figure out how far we could get people to get angry."

"That's right. Idona and Kemi in Hong Ji Ho were really great, but that wasn't what they gave us. It's more like covering up the development of cancer with those two chemicals upside down and dragging them away."

"It's weird enough to eat that dinosaur at the end."

People laughed quietly.

"I wonder if there was anyone else who could learn from the next upset."

"And I stuck my eyes right on the two paintings. Domestic drama is an urgent Chase scene that wasn't even seen in the movies."

"It was amazing. The CG of" Living Like a Theatre "was also amazing, but the scale was a bit heavy and static."

"On the movie critics side, they love CG and they love it. Why don't you shoot a movie? It's a bit like this."

After the two paintings appeared, people were convinced.

I didn't even see the roller coaster in "Live Like a Theatre", so I assumed that it would flow roughly.

Perhaps this will be a fantasy that transcends the world and dimensions and reveals the identity of the research journal.

However, from the third to the sixth, I tastefully grabbed the back of those who had made such an expectation.

The two protagonists, who handed over the costume of death, carefully studied the unidentified research journal and found new ways to use it.

As a result, the genre changed again.

"It's human drama, human drama. Who could have imagined it!"

Han Seung-gu panel laughed in vain.

"There were a lot of bars that I showed you in the first painting, right? Well, there was the director of the framed institute, and there was an old man trying to use a seedbed."

"Yes, I do human-drama with such plagiarism. This is easy to say, but it's insane."

"If you push it so hard and squeamish, it could really be a drama that feeds hundreds of sweet potatoes to viewers. I actually think it was a more difficult material than a dinosaur."

However, with the addition of a natural dimension to the figure, there was a surprisingly deep and compelling development.

Actors and directors also did ten jobs, but it was mostly the author's opinion that this was a power.

"Why was it forced to make such a choice, rather than forcefully impressing it, and making it peaceful and empathetic?"

"It was all good, but I can't do it unless it was a particularly good play."

"Yes, really, the more you chew, the more meaning you have in each metabolism and each scene setting."

#

"Director Lee Hyun-seok's work is amazing again.

Nsol, who was looking at the screen, yawned a little.

I do all the credit in "Cute Doll". The MBS is too small to leave any powder. "

"You were great."

Nsol and Zuri watched TV for a while.

Strangely silent.

Usually, "What's that?" '' This isn't it! 'I have no youngest sister to cheer me up with my back, nor my oldest sister to release the atmosphere with a strange sound.

Nsol said in a passing tone.

"Sister Zuri."

"Huh?"

"We've been in a strange mood lately, haven't we?"

"· · · · · ·."

Zuri said, "What's wrong? Instead of asking, he kept his silence.

That was what everyone was feeling. Something's changed.

I don't know when it started, but it was only recently that I was able to bear it.

"Last time I heard about it, I thought it was stupid again."

Eun Sol stumbles. These words are awkward as they usually don't eat very well.

"But she always is, isn't she? You're good at talking nonsense, you're good at illusions, and you have a big voice in that subject."

When Ara told me that he had made a misunderstanding about Lee Hyun-seok PD, most of the time it was ridiculous.

I didn't actually do anything.

The CEO, as well as Lee Young-in's manager, moved on to a heartbreaking night.

The work seemed to end that way.

"· · · Your sister is a little bit like that, Ara."

Not until you say something about the face of Yumi, who used to move on like that, that's a good thing.

That did not mean that Yumi's attitude had changed significantly since then. He was still kind and didn't seem to discriminate against anyone.

However, the four years we spent together were not small enough for us to realize what it was.

Eun Sol has a small brain.

"Yumi ended up like a play."

I think people have changed.

I was going to say that.

At that moment, the door was choked open. Yumi walks in with a smile on her head.

"What did I do?"

"Oh, no, sister!"

Nsol was amazed and puzzled.

"Dad, you're here so soon?"

"Yes, I finished my schedule earlier than I thought."

Yumi sits on the couch with a pale hue or not and cools her sweat.

After a few words of ritual exchanges, an uncomfortable silence ensued.

In the meantime, it was unimaginable awkwardness among the Aeriz members.

The voices of the TV panels sounded useless.

The writer, Seo-yeon? You're new, aren't you?

Seo Soo-hyun writer's niece, it's a little more touching. In fact, I don't think there's much in common.

It's amazing. I've built a completely different realm compared to my great-grandmother.

One of the panels laughed as the commendation for Seo-yerin continued.

And have you heard from Writer Seo Soo-hyun?

Yes? Are you doing anything new?

No, he fell on his back neck when he saw the first version of the "Research Journal."

A buzzing laugh burst out.

Much of it was an atmosphere of acceptance as a joke mixed with exaggeration.

"That's a joke, isn't it, sister?"

Zuri tries to unravel the mood.

Yumi smiled vaguely.

"Well, that's not a joke, is it?"

"· · · What?"

"I heard it myself before."

Yumi clasped her hands.

"By the way, guys. Do you know how long we've got?"

"· · · · · ·?"

Two sisters confronted each other in utterance.

#

"Is Seo Soo-hyun the writer okay?"

I cautiously asked while continuing the discussion in the meeting room.

"It's okay. Don't worry too much, there's nothing wrong with the hospital."

The calligrapher snorted.

"Usually, it's a plot to make if you don't get used to it. There's no sidewalk."

"· · · · · ·."

I don't know.

I don't know how much Seo Soo-hyun has been a brushing boy, but I'm a little worried.

At least in my view, the "Journal of Research" painting 1 seemed to be enough to get my niece to hold her back.

I only hope that the three paintings revealing Seo-yerin's Bondi style were enough to soothe the the soul of the slaver.

· · · Or I should be careful on the night road from now on.

The screening of the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal" 6 paintings has ended. The results are aggregated. · · · · · ·

Done. The average viewing rate is 22.8%, and the percentage of viewers who think of the drama as a block is 14%.

In earnest, the flow from three to six has been simplified with the advantages of the calligrapher.

The viewing rate gradually rises and the barracks cool down. I didn't even think about putting it up in the first place.

In the first place, I didn't think as much about achieving my first goal.

Now that I've broken the handle properly, I have no choice but to go to Wellmade.

· · · · · · · ·.

"Hey, Mr. Fiddy. How difficult would it be for an alien planet to return to its next destination?"

"· · · · · ·."

Unfortunately, the calligrapher was still out of his mind.

I straightened my head.

SF running through space is enough to "live like a play."

"· · · Will it not be enough inside the Earth? We seem to have a pretty tight budget."

It was intentional aggravation.

It was not so difficult to budget more now that the advertisement was sticking and Choi Hyuk was very busy.

The calligrapher was a wink, but did not retreat.

After a short pause, open your mouth in a mosquito-like voice.

"· · · but not yet 23 percent. I think we need more impact."

"Mmm."

I scratched my head.

I don't know why I'm so obsessed with viewing. Not even in the early days.

[Well, I don't know why.]

Kim Chul Sunbae kicked his tongue for no reason.

I turned my back.

"If it's an impact, why don't you talk to Gia? I haven't been in touch lately."

"Ah."

The calligraphic writer made a new voice.

It was a little self-conscious.

"That's right. I've been so busy lately, I haven't been able to get a good call. It's time for a career counseling session after the mock exam."

"Yes, I was a little concerned."

In fact, even after going into full-scale photography, even the calligrapher was not easy to spend time with.

I can barely afford it.

"If you have time to cut the horns, come with me."

After contacting Jia, I bought the bread that Jia's brothers liked and ran the car.

"You must be busy, but why are you here!"

Unlike what Gia said when she opened the door, she smiled with a glamorous expression.

"I'm here to keep an eye on one. You're doing great, aren't you?"

"Uh, in your own way?"

Gia inquired.

"You can't do it in your own way."

"Hehe."

"Don't laugh and try to hand it over."

I smiled and put down six envelopes.

"Let's have some bread, boys!"

Inside, Ji-min and Fat put out their faces.

At first, the kids who looked at my face and were frightened went to school last year and got pretty fat.

But it looks a little crooked today. It's just because I saw it.

The skeptical calligrapher stepped forward instead.

"What's the matter, boys? I bought you something you like."

But the ambiguous reaction came back to the writer who lived here half the time when he was filming "Like a play."

"I'm going to eat a lot of bread today."

We were facing each other, and Gia stepped up and was single.

"Right, boys?"

"· · · Yes."

"Exactly."

The children murmured a little.

I felt a small disguise for that attitude.

I turned my eyes still and looked inside the house.

[Why are you always looking at the same corner?]

· · · Mm.

I looked back at the calligrapher instead of answering.

"Writer Stan."

"Yes?"

"I think you should bring Gia for a while. We picked the wrong menu."

"Yes? If you have a delivery, · · · · ·."

The calligrapher, who was about to say Moore, nodded to see if she had read my face.

"Okay, Gia, let's go. You'd better see for yourself."

"Yes? Yes."

After the two of you left, Kim Chol's face became suspicious.

[What's wrong?]

'The house is out of order.'

[· · · Same as usual? And you might be busy being a Go3 these days.]

I shake my head. It was not a matter of that dimension.

'No, Gia would never hang a knife like that. I'm afraid they're going to get hurt.'

[· · · · · ·.]

'And start there with the medicine bag.'

I enumerated a few faux furs.

Kim Chul, who was silent, sighed a little.

[Why are you looking at such a thing?]

"Yes?"

[No, listen to the kids. You sent him out to do that, right?]

It took quite a while to hear the answer. It looked like Gia had a new priest.

But the kid was a kid. As I calmly soothed, the children began to open their stuttering mouths.

It wasn't the youngest time I expected, Aunt Portrait.

"· · · Daddy's here."

But it was worse.

Gia was an elementary school student, and the guys in front of her went out to save another house.

The words that followed were long and eloquent.

But a few came into my brain.

"So, for you. · · · · · · ·."

"Yes."

"· · · Ask for money."

"· · · Yes."

"Hold your hair and hit it."

"· · · · · Yes."

I had a small laugh.

It's a hard world to sell.

062 Wensuwa Beanstalk (8) End