King of the Last Drama

There's a story I heard in my old school days.

If you have a hundred acquaintances per person, it takes only five steps to know everyone in the world.

Of course, the hundred people should not overlap at all, so it sounds ridiculous, but it is a metaphor that the world can be so narrow.

And, I was feeling really desperate about it.

"Hello, it's called rigid material!"

"· · · · · ·."

Looking at Gia's preliminary tutor, who was noticing in front of her eyes, I blinked.

· · · Is it real?

And this is one of the many people.

[I think I've seen him somewhere.]

Kim Chul Sunbae rolled his head for a while and shouted, "Ah!

[Isn't this your brother-in-law?]

'· · · Not now.'

I straightened my head.

Does this make sense? What the hell are the odds of this?

I noticed how upset my attitude seemed. Park Jin-tae, who was next to me, also became a cautious tone.

"Is there anything you don't like?"

"No, I have a little headache."

I mean, I took it moderately, but if I think about the frequency, I think it might be enough to call it a Troop.

I turned my head and looked at one side of the office. Hanyumi, who was rolling moderately, was raising his eyebrows.

I don't know if there's a real side to it, but a really strange combination has been completed.

Mmm.

I found something to say.

"Nice to meet you. How did you get here?"

I spit it out as I was supposed to, and it made sense to me that I would come out of my job interview. But Rigid Material replied with courage, not complacency.

"Because I have personally admired Lee Hyun-seok Fidi so much!"

Young Fint was against it.

"You're not going to teach me."

"Oh, of course, I am also very grateful to Writer Gigi!"

When I point it out, it adds a buzz.

· · · Well, you don't have to ask why.

The look on the Korean Yumi side seems a little complicated. It's been a long time since I turned my gaze on TV as if I had lost interest.

After the conversation, how could I have cleared my mind?

"I think it's good for me. I want you to meet me first."

"Thank you!"

I knew that the rigid material was a reliable person. I was bluffing about how well I studied before.

Park Jin-tae also quickly became a smiling face, the color of the story unfolding well.

At the end of the conversation, Park Jin-tae took out the rigid material of the tea. Naturally, only me and Hanyumi remain in the office.

[· · · · I went out for a while.]

And Kim Chul left his position as always. I still noticed that Hanyumi was burdensome.

Hanyumi said in a passing voice.

"He was a bit of a miracle."

I was right. I shrugged.

"Well, I want the world to be narrow. Do you have any side effects?"

It was a question I asked without much thought. But Han Yumi became a little vague.

"Somewhat."

"Somewhat? Wasn't it my own execution?"

It's quite rare for Hanyumi to see a gap, so I asked her on purpose.

Hanyumi, who was silent for a moment, replied in an unreadable tone.

"But I know I'll pass the public debt later."

· · · Well, then you know everything.

I stopped at the moment when I nodded because I was in a bad mood.

Did you just call him a public debt?

· · · Well, someone who doesn't know that might be mistaken. Hanyumi added that he was about to move on.

"and you and Fiddy do the same thing in the same department."

"· · · · · ·."

I tried to manage my expression. There are now two problems.

Firstly, rigid materials are a case that came into a career competitive examination called the Light Chae Chae. There is no room for confusion, as most people don't know this far.

Second, rigid materials and I were part of the same team once, but there was no overlap in what we were doing.

If one of you is a returnee to self-execution, is it possible to confuse two things simultaneously?

"Fiddy?"

"No, it's not."

My head went back busy.

There was a lot of possibilities. For example, I don't know, but I might just talk about it as it happens. Seriously, this side is realistic.

But the moment I touched my mind was a completely wrong place.

Obviously, there is one person who can make that mistake. I was remembering that there was such a conversation.

The problem is that the opponent is not a person in front of his eyes.

Of course, it's a coincidence and you have to hit the scissors and move on. But for me, the odds were ridiculous.

"Let's take a look around."

But the regression didn't make any sense in the first place. It was worthwhile trying to erase the blanks now that there were no clues anyway.

I lowered my voice.

"The theory."

"Mr. Lee Seol?"

"A little lately, don't you think?"

It was an endless transition.

Han Yumi blinked. After a while, a suspicious attitude smiles.

"I don't know. Where are you going?"

Hm.

I've increased my strength even more.

"Mr. Idona said, it's a lot of trouble."

"Yes · · ·?"

"Or something offensive."

"That · · · · · ·."

"Oh, he also told me not to believe it, because what he's doing is he's got ten fox tails in his fumes."

I started selling Idona to get a jolly blatant back story.

Well, I didn't really apologize for everything I said. I didn't say anything about the brother-in-law in front of my eyes.

"I don't think so."

Hanyumi raises her mouth. It was a frozen laugh.

"What do you think of Fiddy?"

I said stubbornly.

"Well, I'm listening moderately, but Donna and I are friends. I guess your opinion weighed a little bit."

I felt creepy all over my body when I called him "Donna." I was hit enormously.

But there seemed to be as few hits as I did myself.

"Friend? With Idona?"

"Well, that's what happened."

"Well, then, Mr. Seol."

I shrugged.

"Well, honestly, it's a little vague. I thought I knew something, but I don't even know what I'm thinking lately."

"· · · · · ·."

Han Yumi stubbornly stubbornly hesitated.

Since then, if my speculation is wrong, I've been trying so hard to convince Seol to commit a gypsum crime.

Hanyumi was listening to it without even saying Moore.

I said I picked it up as hard as I could.

"So, what do you think of Yumi?"

"That, that, Director."

Han Yumi couldn't take out her words, and her lips fluttered. The title became "Director."

"Because it is."

"You mean?"

"I know that Idona Sunbae is your older brother. I think we need to filter his story a little bit."

"· · · · · ·."

I got one more piece of useless information.

After the stuttering, I spilled the story moderately.

· · · Needless to say, of course Idona is not my ideal type. But there are only two people who would be so mistaken.

And the guy in front of his eyes was not a bearded filmmaker.

No matter how far I got here, I couldn't afford to be confused by chance or mistake.

I sighed a little. But it doesn't calm down. I hiccup my eyebrows.

Fatigue came at shovel.

· · · Makes sense, this is it.

#

"Did you hear that? Oh, my God!"

Meanwhile, the actor Hong Ji Ho was exhausted.

He said he was naive.

"Yes, yes. I've heard it ten times now. This Fiddy said," It was the best act I've ever seen. ""

Idona frowns as Hong Ji-ho imitates with a plausible expression.

"I said, 'So far.' Did you hear that right?"

"· · · · · ·."

Hong Ji Ho decided to keep his mouth shut because he felt like he was throwing up again.

Even Hong Ji Ho, who had been so excited about Idona for so long, couldn't be a little embarrassed.

· · · Well, I didn't understand.

Hongji shook his head and raised his gaze to the TV on the restroom wall.

"It's pretty boring to die. I can't do it twice.

The Vulcan left a will on the screen.

"Like a play," Priqual 4 was highly regarded in its entirety, but the scene was regarded as a kill point, especially thanks to the performances of the famous actor.

"Good job."

"I see."

Hong Ji Ho could not hide his admiration again, but Idona was confident.

"But I'm better."

Hongji closed his mouth.

I was always so cocky. But this time I didn't mean to be sarcastic.

At least he was not confident that he would not be overwhelmed against Idona at the time of the current 24-hour shooting.

Hong Ji Ho said calmly.

"Well, it was rewarding to chase after the" Research Journal. ""

"Hm."

Idona snorts and complains.

"But why isn't this damned human answering his phone? Is that how you feel about telling me I'm good?"

#

"So, how was it? Twenty-four."

Seo-yerin asked.

Since the release of the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal", she has often asked my aunt for her appreciation.

But today I felt a little different. I have a smile of pride instead of the usual slight feeling.

Seo Soo-hyun turned his gaze away from his nephew and said in a reluctant manner.

"· · · Well, it wasn't bad."

Seo-yerin turned his face and chased his gaze.

"Jealous, aren't you?"

"· · · What is it?"

"You don't have Aunt Fiddy."

"· · · · · ·."

It's a look I'm really proud of.

My nephew, who doesn't have to put it in his eyes, has recently begun to taste very bad.

However, the writer Seo Soo-hyun sighed long instead of bruising.

'I was so greedy.'

She admitted it mildly.

'At least I wanted to stay a little while with Yerin, but it was cruel.'

I haven't seen my niece laugh like that in a while. At least I didn't remember seeing Lee Hyun-seok until I heard his name.

Thinking about that face, Seo Soo-hyun felt worse again.

"And why didn't he come?"

"This Fiddy is busy these days."

"Even if you're busy, you have to take the time to come."

Seo-yerin raises his head. "Why?"

Seo Soo-hyun had a small tongue. You don't have to resemble anything like this.

I think I need to visit the station soon. Although KBC or MBS are frequently visited, SBC is quite modest.

'By the way, there was this one guy who was one day old with an MBS.'

Seo Soo-hyun frowned small.

Did you say Zhang Yeon-chul?

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