King of the Last Drama

11: 30 a.m. to 12: 00 a.m.

Weekdays.

Both brothers went to school, but Gia was still at home.

And my best friend was with me recently.

"· · · So, you both left without noticing?"

"Yes."

The opposite side of the transfer was very hard, and said in a vague tone.

It sounded like a pity, and in a way it sounded pathetic.

"Thank goodness. If you know that you were suspended at school and you were caught by a bloody man at home, you'll probably both pass out."

Lee Seok sucked the Americano he bought with straw and emptied it.

"So, suspension. But why won't you tell me about the human case?"

On the contrary, Gia shrugs her shoulders without even touching the coffee.

"You said it yourself before you went into the picture in the first place. I need you to call me when something happens."

"· · · · · ·."

"Or is there something else? Are you really going to give him any money?"

Lee Lee Lee sighed.

"By the way, that's a bad way, Gia. I'll use it all like a poison that falls under if I give you ammo."

"· · · Have you tried?"

"I haven't done it before, but it's hard to explain what a fool looks like."

Lee hesitated to pick a horse and gave up within a week.

"In any case, the opponent has close ties to Gia and his brothers. I need to borrow the help of the law, and I need an adult who doesn't wear a suit to support Mr. Gia. I don't think the only option is for one person to hold a little more."

Lee Hyun-seok, or Seo-yerin.

Or Bill's brokerage of the two meant the same thing to a third party.

Gia knew it was for the best.

"I understand you don't want to harm Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy. But I think it's a crossroads."

"· · · · · ·."

"Be gentle. By the nature of Fiddy, you feel horribly good about Mr. Gia."

"· · · Not now, Snow sister."

I leaned my head toward an answer I didn't even think of.

"What do you mean?"

"You probably don't need me anymore."

"And don't make fun of me. You know I'm not a very nice person."

#

I was talking to the President of Choi Hyuk.

"As I said before, I've exceeded my viewing rate by 20 percent within 10 seconds."

So I have to consider anything I need for the drama.

Beyond the phone, Choi Hyuk laughed in vain.

So, is that really what you want? I don't think it's much of a drama thing.

"If we don't work this out, the motivation of me and the calligrapher will be negative. Then the" Research Journal "is doomed."

It is therefore for drama that there is no more.

My perfect explanation convinced me.

If it weren't for me, you'd be the only one. Keep in mind.

· · · You're a big boss and you use up all your nonsense words.

I then called elsewhere.

Yes, Rube is also Head of Entertainment Park Jin-tae.

"I'll be in touch in just a few minutes, Chief."

Ah, this PD! Don't give it to me on my phone!

"It's public."

I laughed.

"So, are you ready for what I said before at the shoot?"

That was the moment I finished a few phone calls and dropped the phone off.

On the contrary, a call came. It was a transfer by name.

'· · · · · ·?'

But when I pressed the call button, it was the other guy's voice.

#

Previously, Gia had never thought that she would be close to Lee Lee, even though she went along with the 50 paintings of "Living like a play".

There was that much clearance between the two.

So when I only met the two of them again with a single pole, I thought about what to do with this awkwardness.

But getting to know each other was easier than I thought.

"Writer Seo-yerin used to say, You're a good writer."

"Did you say that?"

At that time, Gia probably remembers laughing. But Lee Lee didn't smile.

"Yeah, well. I wouldn't have thought about it, but I think it was a bit cruel."

"· · · Yes?"

"Most people don't know who they have. It's kind of a right to be really nice."

The two of them soon became close after the intense conversation.

Being nice and being nice mean something quite different.

To a comrade who knew it, and who had never had a proper parent, Gia felt a kind of homecoming.

So I was able to get acquainted, and I was able to tell the whole story.

"I've never been very happy."

No parents, no friends. There was nothing I wanted to do.

When I was a child, my body was sick for twelve months a year. Nevertheless, I couldn't rest to take care of my brothers.

It was not easy for Jia to try not to hate her two brothers who were crying and smoking a foundation while they were sick and distressed.

"When you look at broadcasts like this, there are a lot of kids in the same position as me. That's the kind of person who's just been so brave."

People said they were nice when they saw it.

Then, obviously, he thought he was born bad.

I have seen the saying that happiness comes from the back of the living.

Then he thought he was dead.

For little Gia, the world was just gray.

And he couldn't see himself very well in Sacamaxe.

"Sometimes, I thought maybe if my sisters had the least up-front, they'd die moderately."

I had no reason not to.

So sometimes there were no books in the notebook. I used to get results right away without an intermediate process. Usually it was outrageous.

It was no coincidence that his life could not have changed.

Then the day passed, which I could only count.

And then one day.

"My brother is here."

Like a scene in a pile of letters, the Wizard of Wicked Impressions has come without any sign.

I met him and her world became incredibly vivid.

It felt like a miracle.

I couldn't believe it at first.

Next, I was so excited. I was happy. I thought there was something given to me too.

At the end, I wanted to repay. After recognizing himself, I wanted to prove that he wasn't wrong.

The first two weeks.

I barely slept.

I used to think of better developments when I slept at school. He repeatedly revised the amendments to make the original version of Like a play .

It was the maximum you could make. No, it was something beyond that.

But it was only a few weeks.

The day I first met Seo-yerin, everything broke.

"· · · Jia didn't like the writer?"

"I like it."

Gia replied.

"I have no choice but to like it."

But I didn't like him enough.

So Gia became a bad person. No matter how hard you tried, I couldn't convince you.

"You don't like the look of your aunt and crocodile? What is that?"

When I first heard that story, Gia was forced to laugh.

Oh, that's unfortunate for him.

I don't know.

I have a paternity. I also have a good home. I also got a haircut.

But shouldn't the writing resemble your aunt? Is that a serious concern? More than worry about pinny right now or tomorrow?

It was irrelevant anyway. Gia couldn't beat someone like that.

Without further ado, Seo-yerin was better than Keeping.

She was even good.

"Knowing my situation, Yerin felt like she was crying. Oh, he's really sad about my work."

And I realized.

Gia couldn't even be nicer than Seo-yerin. And I couldn't even hate her wholeheartedly.

That was the first stubborn sensation I ever felt.

"But it was okay. Yerin and I have no overlap of realms."

Seo-yerin's writing was great. Maybe Gia can't keep up with himself all his life.

However, Seo-yerin can't write the same thing as Keeper.

Jia, who realized it in the second half of the play, stopped trying to resemble Seo-yerin.

"But in the end, I was nothing without you."

Without Lee Hyun-seok, the solo plot failed miserably. Even the PD who worked with him was a great veteran, he wrote an apostle.

Gia admitted that it was her own limit because she felt so overwhelmed.

Maybe that 50-piece "Living like a play" was the last magic of my life.

Gia hoped to erase the thought. Still, there is something I have no choice but to use. There will be.

After graduating from school, when the "Journal of Research" is finished, my brother will definitely call me back.

Then it's obvious...

And his faith was shattered in the first painting of the Journal of Research.

"I wanted to be a little too much."

Did you have to take it all that far?

Jia was the only one who felt desperate when everyone was embarrassed, cursed, and enjoyed.

Clearly, Seo-yerin was trying to make the area that remained at least as his own.

That was mine.

It was all I could use. I had to.

Yesterday, Gia looked at Seo-yerin and swallowed up those horrible feelings.

And despite that emotion, he was disgusted that he was laughing while suppressing it.

"Anyway, that's why. I think I should do a little waste water training."

Or, you know, pretending to be a good person will be hard. You're going to really hate and hate someone.

I was still accustomed to malice rather than good faith for Gia.

"I think you can help me if I ask you. He is."

However, that may be different from the position we have taken so far.

I might end up with a one-sided relationship of grace, not helping him.

Gia couldn't stand it.

That was all.

Trophies were sparkling in one corner of the room.

He stares down at his cell phone and hits something.

"· · · Sorry."

"What is it?"

"Just, everything."

"· · · · · ·?"

#

Choi Mina was the same half-year-old student as Keeping.

Honestly, for her, Keeping was an opponent she didn't want to get too close to.

Why, I don't know. Always walking around in old clothes, getting down with a tired face, busy sleeping, and yet the teachers don't say anything.

She always had a sympathetic gaze, although no one had said anything, and that was the decision of Keeper's in-school cast.

But things changed a little with the second grade.

The clothes I wore became new, and my face became bright. There were fewer cases of sleeping.

A number of rumours were circulated, but the situation was known only after the bombing of an airwave talk show ended.

Popular drama writer.

Most groups did not accept the enormous level of Cast reverse drive that the maid became the queen at one time.

Maintenance was still alone. But they often seemed to be talking to her. She went up to the third grade in a subtle atmosphere that did not belong to her, nor did she appear.

The third grade was a good opportunity for Choi Mina to see.

Everyone was busy studying and most of them didn't know their first and second graders.

"Isn't that her?" Like a play, "writer?"

"Wow, that's half of us!"

Maintenance was exposed to a favourable atmosphere for the first time.

And, of course, he was exposed to more malice.

While they were still trying to take advantage of the opportunity, the right prey burst and tightened.

"Lee Hyun-suk told Shai!"

"Wow, I grinded toughness as much as it really looks."

"How could you do that?"

Choi Mina wished to see her child.

Stay still. It's okay to stay still. Just spill it.

I'm a stage one fan, and they're not really Rocket Man fans. I'm just trying to shave it off because you're not.

And Kee laughed.

She fought every day. At least all the friends who seemed to be in trouble disappeared.

Recently, he was suspended for three days as a result of the violence. It was an absurd disposition when it came to the level of commotion.

The student's parents who did this did not seem to have anything to do with the school steering committee.

"Hold on. Come to the parole office for a second."

And after three days of suspension, today, the classroom called out with a nuisance expression.

"The parents of the victims are here, so I apologize in person."

In the small rumblings of evil, Choi Mina bites her lips alone.

Victim of the perpetrators. Is that what the wall is for?

Choi Mina follows carefully and steals in the office in the hallway. Inside was a small girl surrounded by parents with an equally handsome expression.

"I'm a student here."

"What about a guardian?"

"This student has no guardian."

"· · · Orphan?"

"Ha, somehow."

It was a really frustrating conversation that was taking place in the school classroom.

A woman stares at the keeper like a snake that finds prey.

I didn't just stare at her, I just grabbed her by the neck.

"How are you going to take responsibility for our silver arm?"

What responsibility? That sneeze?

For Choi Mina, it seemed more problematic for the student to be caught by the neck in front of his eyes.

However, the walls were only ritually dried up and not stepped up.

It was followed by a long period of verbal pronunciation.

But she was just hearing it with a calm expression. It seems familiar.

Even though Choi Mina, who was listening, broke her lips without even knowing.

The wall encouraged him with a dull expression.

"Apologize first, Gia. That would be the first thing."

"· · · Yes."

Keeping her head down slowly with a familiar attitude.

It was then.

"Sorry."

"Sorry, asshole. Raise your head."

The door opens with a bang.

Choi Mina, who was stealing beyond the door, stepped back in astonishment.

A man with a big, ugly face walks in.

"I protect you."

"· · · · · ·?!"

Everyone looked surprised.

And even in it, he looked most surprised.

As the static flowed, the man repeated again.

"I keep my students safe. If you have anything to say, I'll listen."

As the ugly man's eyes narrowed, the woman stepped back and danced with her neck unconsciously.

063 Wensuwa Beanstalk (9) End