King of the Last Drama

Now an anonymous actor in his seventh year, Famous Friend, only recently began to have a name.

The meter that first began to be known began when Lee Hyun-seok abandoned Rocketman's Shai in the audition and left it.

It wasn't a big role, but Famous Woo desperately studied the role and rarely received a bad reputation because Fiddy cared about it himself.

Subsequently, the viewing rate of the "Research Journal" rose to a rock and the name of the famous friend became known.

The relatives who were always worried about him are getting better now, and everyone was happy.

It wasn't until the recent crisis broke out.

The world keeps pulling me down to make anonymous because I've got the wrong name.

Beyond the phone, my mother's sobbing continued. Famous Woo laughed.

"Mom, too. There's no such thing in the world these days. And it's really nothing."

It's no big deal! Oh, it's very interesting everywhere.

"So it's all a hoe, that one."

In the mother of famous friendship, the situation had already flowed to an irreversible extent.

In fact, most of Famous Friends' anonymous careers have been overthrown and swept away.

But in fact, there were few hits in the viewing of the "Research Journal". It was no surprise that it wasn't a sniper for the drama itself.

But even if I explained it in detail, my voice was not bright enough.

Now, I don't know, but where would that calligrapher work? There's so much to talk about.

"Mmm."

Why did the author create this division by pulling the prelude? It just bursts.

· · · Well, it was eventually triggered from there.

World view integration would not have been possible without such a vague appearance.

"· · · Okay, hang up. It's really nothing, so don't worry."

Famous rainbows moderately soothed and hung up. Then he sighed and looked at his script.

Lee Hyun-seok's new party came to mind.

· · · You can't float this anywhere, really.

Famous Rain sighed and turned the script over again.

#

"I don't know who you are, but you use up all the childish numbers."

While I was busy moving, I woke up and saw a strange flow.

[But it's working.]

In Kim Chul's harsh words, I chuckled and tasted.

I did. That was the problem.

"If this is a really big uproar, we can respond properly."

[The size is too vague for that. It's going to be a decade before it works.]

It looks like you're just scratching your fist outside the ring.

Well, the calligrapher himself said, "Honestly, I have nothing to say." and smiled coldly.

"I was worried about the last time I saw Mental get beat up, but it was better than I thought."

[· · · Well, why not?]

Kim Chul said in a strange tone.

[Anyway, if you're okay, can't you just ignore it?]

"Unless it's just one person."

Seo Soo-hyun.

This lady is definitely in the way. I can't do that.

[You can tell your nephew not to.]

"· · · If you say so, I haven't had any trouble before."

Before the regression, I couldn't help but sigh when the writer Seo Soo-hyun recalled the atmosphere of the shooting scene when he was confronted with his nephew.

There's no way to get in.

"He's reasonably rational overall, but he loses his reason when he's his nephew."

[· · · Am I still going to have to stop? She's not even my biological daughter.]

"More than a protégé."

[· · · · · ·.]

It's real.

Although both of his sons fell into the gymnastics system, Seo Soo-hyun's writer tended to care more about his niece than his nephews.

Kim Chul Sunbae scratched his head.

[A little bit maliciously, you might even cheapen 'Post Seo Soo-hyun'.]

I didn't deny it.

Based on that perception, the last time I cheated, I somehow moved on, but Seo Soo-hyun's perception of me would still be the worst.

And even with my head, Seo Soo-hyun could figure out a few ways to save my nephew and fuck me.

"· · · You might as well go abroad quietly because you're making a drama with your connections in the country."

If Seo Soo-hyun couldn't soothe the writer, he would have to study sop opera or telenobella.

I was in the middle of a story that didn't come to that conclusion.

I got a call.

When I saw the name on the screen, I swallowed my saliva. I have something to come.

I carefully pressed the call button.

"· · · Yes, Lee Hyun-seok."

It's simple.

There was no such thing as anger in his voice.

However, just as the calligrapher does, she is also a kind of human being whose voice becomes plain once the steam is received properly.

So this was a bad sign.

After a few words of ritual greeting, Seo Soo-hyun came straight to the point.

Yeah. Yerin's been a little busy lately, you know?

"· · · Yes."

What are the measures?

Well, I rolled my head hard.

There are still two weeks left until the script to reverse this situation comes out.

And two weeks is enough time for this lady to turn me around and heat me up in hot water.

We have to convince them here somehow.

I chose to talk.

"· · · Yes, there is. Well, let me get this straight."

That's it.

"Yes?"

I was dumbfounded at a moment when I didn't even think about it.

However, Seo Soo-hyun writer really felt that was enough.

How's Yerin?

"Ah, yes."

I understand you're busy, but I need you to shine your face. Because when you get older, it all builds up in the cold.

"I will tell you to shine the light."

I don't like to talk about it like everybody else. Of course, this Fiddy should come too.

· · · Why me?

I hung up before I even asked Moore.

I stood idle for a while.

I don't know what it is.

[Tsk tsk.]

And why did Senior Kim Chul look at me with such poor eyes?

· · · Well, anyway. If Seo Soo-hyun doesn't move, there's nothing wrong. No, it's a thankful situation.

I made up my mind.

#

And then two weeks later.

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhang Yeon-chul did not understand the situation at all.

"No response at all?"

If you can't do it, you have to unravel and fight.

Seo Soo-hyun is silent, Lee Hyun-suk is silent. Then, the atmosphere created by Jang Yeon Chul started to wither.

Lee Hyun-seok barely opened his mouth two days ago and said:

The "Research Journal" 24 painting will be a turning point in the operation.

Regarding the situation of the crops, there was no indication of a good hemisphere.

Zhang Yeon-chul, who was completely ignored, grinds his teeth.

"· · · Well, good. If it comes out that way, we'll just have to use that method."

Lee Hyun-Seok is a delicate body, but there can be no strikes. Seo Soo-hyun's nephew or whatever, ended up being a Gabon writer. There will be as many gaps as you want.

Zhang Yeon-chul decided to take care of the home of the 24th painting in order to move straight away.

However, at the end of the advertisement and the beginning of the broadcast, I couldn't help but blindfold.

There was no sound.

And within that static little baby was laughing indifferently. Bright colours made me feel cozy.

Zhang Jeong-cheol, who was caught in a scene where he couldn't find a connection with the transfer, even made sure he didn't hit another broadcast.

A cozy atmosphere followed.

A woman dumps a baby somewhere and runs away, even with a thousand trumpets around her.

Even in the clear, cheerful skies that shone beyond the windows of a plane to a foreign country.

Even there, the surroundings of the girl, who was all alone, were just full of bright colors.

And the shading was so heterogeneous that the surroundings were so bright. And that was her own color.

Rather than drama, it was more like a video art. And there was still no sound.

Zhang Yeon-chul opened his mouth.

"What the hell."

At 10: 00 in the afternoon, do you think this crazy show is going to work?

"That's crazy. The critics don't know how to get credit, but the viewers..."

But Zhang Yeon-chul's mouth was closed within. It was because the light was then connected to the main body.

Encounter with male protagonists. Encounter with surrounding people. Dinosaurs. Shipbuilding. Astronaut.

The events have all gone back to the dark shade. A mix of scenes I've never seen and scenes I've seen before.

That's mine.

And the moment the sound came back.

The heroine, Yoon Ga-yeon, was facing Chungqi.

"I'm the only one who knows me."

"I think I like the time-out feature! I need to find the owner of this journal. Find it!

Telephone. This scene was not very well rated.

I can't understand Yoon Ga-yeon's emotional line. Why is Chungqi so harsh? - The viewers complained like this.

However, the atmosphere changed as the touching scenes cast their shadow through the hordes of light.

"Damn it."

Zhang Yeon-chul bites his lips. Looking ahead, he could understand why Yoon Ga-yeon acted like that.

Yoon Ga-yeon's past is a common tragedy. When I was a child, I was abandoned and adopted abroad, and I lived an unfortunate life there too.

Speaking of which, it is uncommon to be clichéd. It's been worrying about a dozen times in Korean drama.

But that common skeleton and more than 10 minutes of time were all it took to sympathize with Yoon Ga-yeon's character and viewer.

I feel like a fox.

"· · · Damn it."

Zhang Yeon-chul could only speak out again.

He didn't know how to admit someone else purely, so he had to.

In the meantime, the choreography took its place naturally. With a static medium shot, the two stars face each other.

They laughed without anyone first.

· · · I hate you.

You're right. I really hate you, too.

The story began to unfold in earnest. And Zhang Jeong Chul, who was staring at the blank screen, intuited.

This is not the twenty-fourth painting in the Research Journal. Barely a prologue is the first painting in the last script.

Just as Han-support was a simple build-up until the 15th edition of "Living Like a Theatre", this drama has actually begun more than half the time.

Maybe I was going to do this from the beginning.

"What do you know about drama and broadcasting, Lee Hyun-seok?"

Zhang Yeon-chul gently grinds it.

I shoved it. I played perfectly.

It was a complete illusion, but it was not Silk Jeongcheol alone who thought so.

084 Throw a brick to get an octopus (3) End