King of the Last Drama

"What should I do?"

The writer, Shirakawa Saito, looks down at the manuscript he wrote. It was full of letters written by a developer.

But the important thing now was not readability, but the amount of manuscript.

Earlier, Lee Hyun-seok ordered him:

I want you to show some of the events on the main page from a slightly different perspective. One or two books, I hope. It'll be a problem if it's too long.

It was kind of a fan service side story. At the same time, there was a role in realigning settings that went beyond the main body.

It was rare in Korea, but common in the United States or Japan where media mix was enabled.

Saito was very pleased with the offer. He was more enthusiastic about his work than he had ever written.

Progress was smooth. It didn't go well until a week or two ago, but it blew itself away.

Till I saw 24 paintings in the research journal and four paintings in the Vulcan section.

Both properly aroused a certain emotion within the cyto, and the cyto remained sober and began to grind the manuscript through the night.

And how long has it been?

When I woke up, the manuscripts were piled up like mountains before the eyes of Saito.

One or two volumes were too large for that threefold amount.

"What to do."

Saito sighs again.

Even if I read it again, it was too late to cut and rewrite.

The content covered not only "Living like a play" but also Vulcan Prequal and the "Research Journal".

To help viewers understand the body language, the body language must be understood by viewers.

It was a long time apart from Lee Hyun-seok's order.

"· · · Well, you'll have to dispose of it and reuse it."

Saito shakes his head. It was a shame, but I thought there was no Dory.

But a surprising figure tore this apart.

"This is fun. Extremely."

"· · · Really?"

"Seriously. It's too bad you just bury it."

Rare in her usual expression of emotion, Rica opposed discarding in an unusually strong tone.

"Why don't you put something on the Internet anonymously? You can call me Panpik."

Saito was a little harsh on the offer, but he shook his head heavily within minutes.

"No, there's too much information in here for that."

His manuscript was full of commentaries from Seo-yerin, who was the current main author and assistant author and scriptwriter.

In particular, she was also the first person that Saito recently began to admire after producer Lee Hyun-seok.

Rica was briefly immersed in the thought of a bear.

"So can you lend me this for a second?"

"Why?" "Translate it into Korean. And you can consult the writers yourself."

"· · · all this?"

Saito had a ridiculous face, but her sister was serious.

And I did it.

Rica stayed up all night while she was busy and carefully moved her brother's novel.

It wasn't just me.

"Now that we've made time, let's go to Korea for a while."

"Huh? I like it, but do you really need it? We will contact you by phone and send you an email. · · · · ·."

"You have no intention."

"· · · · · ·."

Therefore, the two sisters went directly to Korea with the manuscript.

"Mmm."

"Wow!"

The reactions of Seoyerin and Maintenance were summarized in these two words.

Seo-yerin remained silent with a difficult face, while Keeping read with a wide face.

That attitude would not have anything to do with being freed from examination for a while.

"It was fun! I think it's great."

At the end of the day, when the keeper gave his compliments, Saito blinked. I never imagined the acclaim would return.

However, Seo-yerin was still a difficult face.

"I don't think the post itself is bad either. But · · · · · ·."

You know, the question is, "Yes." I bowed my head.

I went too far. It was something I was used to.

"As I said, I'm not asking you to approve this. If you edit the problem appropriately and post it anonymously on the Internet, you can also expect promotional effects."

Rica, on the other hand, was desperately in the advocacy.

"No, it's too bad to write that again."

Seo-yerin sighed as he thought of something for a moment.

"I think I'd better meet this Fiddy and talk to him in person. You told me to do it on my own, but you didn't mean it like this."

"Ah."

When Lee Hyun-Sook's name came out, Saito's face brightened greatly. Rica looked at her with such a subtle face.

I understand you're flattered, but why don't you put your best interests at the forefront of it?

As a sister, I was a little worried.

"And where is Lee Hyun-seok Fidi? You'll be back soon. He said he had a personal appointment for a while today."

While Seo-yerin said it out of favor, Keeping it turned out a little worrying.

"· · · My brother was a little complicated today, but are you okay?"

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"· · · · · ·."

The three members of "Aeriz" looked around with awkward faces, without anyone first noticing.

Although the seller has been avoiding it a little lately, it's the first time that any of these gourmet restaurants have done this.

I heard Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy is a pretty naive person.

"Take it easy."

The answer "Yes" only resounded to the sound of the mosquito. It's a different atmosphere than when we planned to get out without being seen by our manager.

Seeing each other's eyes, Lee Hyun-Sook opened his mouth in an unpleasant way.

"So, how are you these days?"

"· · · Yes?"

"Let's just talk about something."

"Oh, yes."

And then the story of the ordinary bystander came up. The person who was mainly told the story was Zuri, the oldest at the moment.

Zuri, who was difficult at first, was also hard and calm in tone.

"Well. So you got off without even going to the program?"

"Yes, it was a little sad."

"Too bad for me, too. You must have been a good fit with Mr. Zuri."

As the conversation slowly revived, the claustrophobia of Eun Sol, who noticed it, also revived.

"· · · So it's all about Fiddy these days! How did you survive to 24 paintings?"

"Haha."

Arla blinks as the air softens.

After realizing it, she was alone.

'Huh?'

Lee Hyun-Seok spoke to Joo-ri mainly and sometimes spoke comfortably to Eun-sol who saw him.

But Arawa has never been able to mix words. Exactly, it was rare to encounter an eye.

It was unnatural, no matter how it looked.

'· · · Why?'

Normally, I would want to be ignored, but Ara has become a sinful person.

'Did you know that I was mistaken the last time?'

Normally, I don't know, but Yoomi might have told me.

I would have thought it would not be possible if I were a normal Korean, but I could not be so sure right now.

If it was true, it was the worst.

'· · · You think he's a fuzzy guy with no answer.'

Once I had a bad idea, it just got bigger and bigger like a snowflake.

'I wouldn't think the kid with his head stuck in front of his eyes is okay.'

It was the first proper meeting with Lee Hyun-seok, and Ara died as expected.

After a while, the story was cut off. Lee Hyun-seok sighed and turned his gaze.

"The dog?"

"Oh, four!"

Arra stood up in surprise to an unexpected scream. Then he blushes his face and sticks his ass back together.

Lee Hyun-Seok was stirring something up. This is what I barely said after keeping silence for a while.

"Well, I hear a lot."

"Yes? Oh, yes."

"You're too dry. It's a little confusing."

· · · Compliments?

The silver sole slips into the ambiguous tone as Ara raises his head.

"She's got a lot of weight these days."

"Goeun Sol!"

Ara resounds reflectively. Then he bowed his head in shame.

· · · I'll kill her one day.

Lee Hyun-Seok became even weirder as Ara went along with it.

Lee Hyun-Seok coughed and hardened his face when the position was moderately ripe.

"· · · Well, I believe you have guessed the reason for this."

When the point came to light, everyone swallowed their saliva.

And Lee Hyun-suk naturally bowed his head.

"First of all, I'd like to apologize."

"· · · Yes?"

"Because I'm the shape that I take away my oldest sister from you. I don't think there's anything to resent."

The blinking members were frightened.

"No! We don't resent Fiddy!"

"In the first place, you said it!"

It was followed by a mess in which one struck his hand and the other fell down even more.

In the first place, before Mane took Hanyumi, no one knew that the whole group would be ruined without Lee Hyun-seok.

"· · · I'm sorry, but I'd like to hear more about the situation at the time."

Lee Hyun-suk said after the situation was barely solved.

"It was quite sudden as we were, and above all, Yumi thought she'd take you all with her, even if it wasn't for us."

Three girls faced each other.

"· · · That."

After a while, the story began to pour out like a tide.

Lee Hyun-seok listened carefully to all those stories.

"So, how long after" Living Like a Theatre "went on, Yumi had a big fight with you?"

"Yes, it's huge."

"Why?"

"· · · I don't know. Yumi, the chief and the manager didn't talk."

I was very angry until then, but it was the usual Hanyumi.

And a few days later, members began to feel a false sense of their elder sister.

"Would you say it got a little more senile?"

"Even though I thought I was upset, I didn't feel like Yumi."

Hanyumi then began to encourage his brothers to publicly transfer their affiliation.

"If we had a good reason to talk about Yumi, we would have taken it seriously."

"There was no explanation, and I didn't seem to care much about us."

"In the end, I said 'I did enough' and I gave up on myself."

It was closer to the Holy Land than an explanation of the situation.

That story lasted almost half an hour.

At this point, Lee Hyun-Seok nodded with an unknown face as members began to think.

"· · · Very well understood."

Then he turned his head.

"Mr. Puppy. I have a suggestion for you."

"Yes? Oh, yes!"

Ara nods in astonishment. And I was a little nervous about what the story would be.

However, the suggestion sounded wrong, irrespective of the conversation between them.

"There is one seat in the study journal, but don't you intend to appear?"

"· · · ·"

089 Throw a brick to get an octopus (8) End