King of the Last Drama

The calligrapher was still a calm expression.

This is no different than giving up his work half the time as an excuse for collabo.

Before returning, even one of his scripture's ambassadors was frightened and shouted.

I took a deep breath. I slowly thought back to why this happened.

'In retrospect, there was no element of anxiety.'

As expected, the journal was compared to the case, like a play, and the book writer was often compared to Gia.

The opinion was split.

However, the closer I was to the broadcaster or journalist, the more I tended to give Gia a good reputation.

'That's what I have to do.'

The more commonly referred to as' decent 'people, the more novelty and flashbacks are valued.

Above all, Seo-yerin's efforts have obscured Gia's shortcomings by making the possibility of like a play .

The situation would have been better if the writer had gone to the original study journal. '

But the calligrapher chose change, and I tolerated it. And unfamiliar means followed.

"It's not a big deal, but I feel like there's a gap in the story."

That's what Idona used to say.

"That, between the stimulating element and the fuzzy story that centers on it."

It was inevitable.

The calligrapher is fundamentally a stimulating element – there is more to the membranes than the seconds.

I may be desperate, but I don't mean to be crazy because I follow crazy. It was also a factor that made the assessment go down compared to Gia.

Nevertheless, Seo-yerin knew how to roll the two combinations and believed that I would get used to them soon.

I believed that being willing to integrate with the world view like a play would also mean something.

For me, there was no reason to think of a writer named Seo-yerin as anything other than trust.

But it looks like it wasn't.

I swallowed a sigh. I tried to lower my voice as gently as I could.

"The Journal of Research" is not Gia, it's the work of the writer. "

"· · · · · ·."

"It's a plan that you have to start, proceed, and finish. Isn't it?"

I felt a little golden on my face, but I got caught up in it.

"To collaborate with like a play ,"

"If that bothers you, I'll get rid of it. Let's do something that wasn't there."

"It's not that simple right now."

"Do you think I can't?"

The calligrapher was speechless.

He grips his cheeky toes quietly.

"Writer Stan. Do you remember the memorandum we wrote?"

"· · · Yes."

"It was very simple. 'A' assists B's entry as best he can. Instead, B takes on the role of A's attendance and performs with all due respect. '"

It was something that was terribly harassing.

And B never thought that A would throw this thing away on his own.

I couldn't help groaning.

"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

Keep your head down.

"Not all of a sudden. It's something I've been thinking about."

"· · · · · ·."

"My aunt said that a while ago."

"· · · What did you say?"

"Wouldn't it be better to cut yourself if you were going to cut it?"

· · · · · ·.

I was blocked from speaking at the moment.

Subsequently, an autonomous voice came out.

"I thought it was different myself. But the truth was, we just changed the target. Aunt to Gia."

I shake my head.

"Writer Stan. In fact, from an objective point of view, Gia is · · · · ·."

"In the end, when you write and learn a lot of sentences, you grow them. Not a good playwright."

Seo-yerin laughed.

"I'd rather write the post itself, and you can show a little bit of glamour, but that would mean something to us. This Fiddy is here."

"· · · · · ·."

"You know what? After Gia came, she pointed it out carefully."

It was not about Silk Gia's own organs, but rather about penetrating the very foundation of the original "Research Journal."

and Seo-yerin realized that.

You're missing at least what you had to catch two rabbits.

"Gia grew even more. I immediately figured out the center of the pole."

A standing writer wrapped around his knee.

"The child participated fully, and the story became clear as the story went around, the audience went up, and the story became clear."

"· · · · · ·."

"Objectively, I think it would be better for Gia to be at the center of this pole."

The calligrapher, please, bows her head.

I closed my eyes.

Well, if you know what Jia's been thinking about looking at you ever since.

But I couldn't say.

"You made a commitment to the president to take 40 percent of the viewing, right? I don't have the guts to pull anymore."

"· · · Were you listening?"

"I thought it would be possible for me."

I put my head on it.

"If I object, what would you do if you said it was unacceptable?"

"I can't help it."

Seo-yerin quietly replied.

"You know, the script is almost complete. I'll finish working at home."

"· · · Are you saying that you won't be at the shoot anymore?"

"Isn't it uncommon for a writer to interfere in the shooting?"

"· · · · · ·."

Very few.

I usually only attend script-reading and production presentations and never show my face at the shoot.

But this is too clear an intention.

If you don't like it, you'll be forced to talk to Gia.

"· · · Do as you please."

Not even a child.

And the calligrapher really did what she wanted.

She's a mugger. I emailed you a huge bunch of scripts. And he didn't show up at the shoot the next day.

When the calligrapher, who used to shine her face almost every day, did not shine her face, people were overwhelmed with curiosity.

In particular, it was hard to soothe Jia who was restless.

In the meantime, I tried to persuade the calligrapher into the back room, but it wasn't easy.

So vaguely, time passed.

[· · · What are you going to do?]

"· · · · · ·."

[You know, more than Seo-yerin maintains, it fits our purpose. This is not a bad situation right now.]

Kim Chul Sunbae sighed as he spoke.

[But you won't even hear it with your ear back.]

"I'm glad you know that."

[But what are you going to do to avoid that?]

I listened to the phone.

"We have to use our last resort."

And then he said,

"And maybe you need a little help."

[· · · · · ·?]

#

The house that arrived was more Adam than I thought.

When I rang the bell, the door opened in a moment.

When I entered the house, I bowed my head first at 90 degrees.

"Long time no see, Writer Seo Soo-hyun."

"Yeah, it's the first time since you took your old cover shot, right?"

Seo Soo-hyun, the writer alone, was not particularly wealthy to plant.

"Thank you for letting me see you."

"It bothers me to meet someone outside at this age."

But his complexion was stubborn and all glowing.

I had a hunch it wouldn't be easy.

I put the gift set in the corner and sat carefully.

"You've been amazing lately. I respectfully apologize for ignoring this Fiddy before."

"· · · 10 million words."

"Plus, I want to apologize for being such an immature niece."

I shake my head again.

"No, it's not like Writer Seo-yerin is neglecting his job."

"The writer's job is just to neglect the manuscript, but it's not to be ignored. There are a lot of writers like that these days, but..."

Writer Seo Soo-hyun sighed a little.

"I think it's true that Yerin is doing something he didn't learn."

"· · · · · ·."

"But I want you to understand that I can't help persuading my nephew apart from that."

You're cutting it with a dagger.

I nodded my neck.

"I've been the opposite of this Fiddy and Yerin working together since before. We thought it was only bad for each other."

Seo Soo-hyun said.

"And, it seems to be proven."

It looks hardened like steel.

I knew how badly she cared for her nephew, and I had no choice but to sigh.

"Of course, I'll pay for Yerin's disrespect."

"· · · Yes?"

"Two works."

Raise your hand.

"I'm going to do these two works together, whether it's Fiddy himself or anyone else you tell me about. I'll forgive you for that."

"· · · · · ·."

"I don't know if I want to stay at SBC or if I have any other ideas, but I think I can help."

I remained firm for a while.

Can it help? You have all the humble expressions.

What can I say, Seo Soo-hyun? How many children did Yoo Seung-hoon CP have in KBC to attract the writer in front of his eyes?

Silk, even if I don't roll, there's no such thing as a big card.

Two works? This is almost a hit.

"Instead, I'd like to ask you to stay away from Yerin at the end of this work.

"· · · · · ·."

But at the end of the day, my head was cold.

"I think it's for both sides."

The silence passed. Seo Soo-hyun's eyes were clear.

I closed my eyes and picked a horse.

After clearing his mind, he smiled and opened his mouth.

"I'm sorry, but I have to take Writer Seo-yerin with me."

"· · · · · ·."

Seo Soo-hyun's face became strange.

"You don't need my help?"

"Of course, Seo Soo-hyun is a great writer. It's a very glorious offer."

I laughed.

"But, I don't know if you've heard of it, but I believe that a calligrapher can be more amazing than you."

"· · · · · ·."

It was explicitly inhaled.

Seo Soo-hyun's mouth was closed. I close my eyes for a while and then look again.

"· · · The weather is good. But if you think about Yerin now, you know he doesn't trust you very much."

The horse also has a slight spine.

"I beg your pardon, but..."

"Lee Hyun-seok Fidi. Honestly, I'm curious how much you really think of Yerin."

"· · · · · ·."

"As long as you can't prove it, it's going to be hard to help."

· · · Mm.

Somehow, the nuances are a little strange, but I've been within my heart.

I'll have to use it anyway.

"I don't know if that'll prove it, but I have something to show you."

Seo Soo-hyun coldly laughed.

"You're so proud. What?"

"It might be a little awkward, but look at you."

I stood still and held the atmosphere.

I waited a while and opened my mouth.

" S # 1. Laboratory, night. "

"· · · · · ·?"

Seo Soo-hyun laughed at his head.

"I'm discussing with my male protagonist, Kim Sung Jae. "

I recited the line boldly.

"In the end, in most cases, denying the Copenhagen interpretation is not for any reason a belief. Because we want to rewrite the world view of relaxing points, structured and beautiful artifacts. "

Seo Soo-hyun was the only one who realized that.

Open your mouth.

What I'm reciting now is the "Journal of Research."

That doesn't mean I'm filming a script right now. The first, the manuscript she brought when I met Seo-yerin.

Simply put, I don't like it. It is important that science confronts the realm of philosophy.

The lines are crude and less refined because they are not properly scripted.

I recited it empty-handed.

Writer Seo Soo-hyun, who was blinking, rises up. Search somewhere to retrieve an old manuscript. Then I guess with hawk's eyes.

But I close my mouth in no time. My eyes are shaking.

There can't be the wrong place.

I kept reciting. 2nd scene, 3rd scene, within 30 minutes.

My throat is dry, but I don't feel cold.

The scene number is up to three digits. Dozens of minutes seem to have drifted.

Seo Soo-hyun, the writer who handed over the manuscript, is puzzling with his handmade mouth. It looks like I've seen a ghost.

How much longer has it been?

She shakes her head at the end.

"· · · Good. I get it.I think you should stop."

"We can still do more."

"You can stop."

I stopped talking with a little regret.

Seo Soo-hyun's expression seemed very complicated.

I coughed.

"It's not enough, but what I can show you is this."

"· · · · · ·."

I think it was an impact performance to this extent, perhaps.

I bowed my head.

"Please, Aunt. Help me convince your niece. I need Mr. Yerin."

Seo Soo-hyun closed his eyes.

#

On the way back, Senior Kim Chul glanced at me quietly.

[Prefect.]

"Why do you do that?"

[· · · Not stabbed?]

Kim Chul Sunbae's hand contains a manuscript. Original Research Journal c.

I feel like I'm a little thirsty.

I shrugged.

"Isn't my teacher an asset and a force? Thank you for your help."

Well, Amman couldn't have done it in front of the calligrapher.

[Fraudster bastard] · · · · ·.]

Kim Chul Sunbae shakes his head.

#

Lee Hyun-seok suddenly left.

Seo Soo-hyun, who was suffering from osteoporosis, spit it out.

"You saw him go. You can come down."

It was static for a while.

And the red shimmer on the second floor comes down the dance stairs.

072 Water and Fish (3) End