King of the Last Drama

Yoon Ga-yeon. I don't think you're crazy right now.

"Glad you know that now.

The development of the "Research Journal" has recently become quite rapid.

Yoon Ga-yeon, a self-proclaimed father who concealed his life, turned his eyes upside down, and the Times Leaf, which had been carefully encountered, remained silent.

There were few incidents in between, and naturally there could not be any cracks with his partner, the southern protagonist.

You know who Kang Jin is, don't you? Clearly misleading · · · · · ·.

"I would have told you. Get your hands off my research journal if you don't want to.

· · · · · ·.

Hong Ji Ho looks sad. I instructed Camera 3 to zoom up to Tight Bast.

As a man, I'm deeply concerned about my long eyelashes. It's like a blueprint.

But I couldn't save it.

"Cut!"

I listened to the dried Conti as I tried to frown.

"Mr. Idona, why are you acting today?"

"· · · Sorry."

Idona bows her head. Unusual gentle attitude.

But all the time, my attitude seemed to be in the soybean field, so I was a little worried. Does it really hurt anywhere?

"I'm going to take a break."

I finally declared a break that I was pondering. A calligrapher approached as if waiting while he was in a fuss.

I made a bitter laugh.

"The shooting's not going well."

"I see."

"I think it's going to be too late today."

"I think so."

· · · · · ·?

I turned my head on a strange disguise. But you said, "Why?" I couldn't find anything unusual in the face of a smiling writer.

I turned my back.

"I don't like Idona's condition, have you heard anything?"

"No, not really."

The calligrapher shakes her head. Well, it was a great attitude that the actor might be in bad shape.

While I was impressed there, Idona rarely noticed this side. I wanted to see everything. I shook my head to stop caring.

By the way, Idona sends a signal with her eyes open. I became suspicious.

'Do you know what that means?'

[· · · You don't know.]

Idona, who had a frustrating look on my face, turned her head and quickly reaped her hand.

Seo-yerin asked.

"Well, have you seen any scenarios since?"

"I think it's good."

I commended him in a short speech. It's a bit drastic, but the unique flavor is alive.

Seo-yerin paused and asked again.

"Do you have any further advice?"

"I think it's already great, but I'll leave it to the writer."

I loved what I said. I didn't have to be selfless in the "Journal of Research" unless I unlocked "Simultaneous Production" and started a new design.

Then pulling out what Seo-yerin wants in the best possible way will be the most considerate I can do.

· · · I wonder if this is exactly what the old man wanted to make.

"· · · Is that so?"

Seo-yerin laughs. It was a faint smile, but it seems a little strange because of the lighting.

Idona, turning her head and making a gesture, bangs her chest with a feverish expression.

· · · Do you practice pantheme?

"Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy, I need you to come! The side of the Canted Angle doesn't look right."

"I'll be right there."

So I stood up ignoring him.

"Go."

Writer Seo-yerin smiled and said,

#

By the time I finished filming Idona's condition difficulty, I was running out of time.

Idona gave up on something in the middle, and then again showed her normal acting skills.

"I don't know what the hell it was."

[· · · · · ·.]

I couldn't rest while I was exhausted and drove straight away.

That was the home of writer Kim Kyung-suk.

"Welcome."

Kim Kyung-suk greeted me with a bold expression. Unlike the overall pale Seo Soo-hyun writer, it was a very spectacular house.

But I couldn't honestly admire it.

"What you said on the phone yesterday."

"Just like I said."

The writer Kim Kyung-sook dared to ignore my heart, who wanted me to deny it.

"I think the actor is going to be fine with the starring."

"· · · · · ·."

I don't think I heard it wrong. I endured dizziness, and Kim Chul's elder whispered.

[No, Hyun-seok! You can't play that much!]

Kim Chul's submerged voice was closer to screaming.

[Are you going to blow another chance with the support of the 2nd? · · · ·!]

Writer Kim Kyung-suk became a strange expression of disappointment in my face.

"· · · I don't think so? I know you're close to this Fiddy."

"I have a kite, but I have a picture right now. It's ambiguous about whether it fits the image."

"Why don't you go in there and do the actual shooting anyway? Images should be corrected appropriately."

The excuses I picked up were immediately blocked, and I was blocked from speaking.

Extremely, it was something I wanted to avoid somehow.

It's a theory that the direction of "like a play" was taken down to 180 degrees. Rather, it can't be a more risky molecule than a generous calligrapher.

"Why did you suddenly change your mind? I don't think he was in third place."

"It just feels that way."

Writer Kim Kyung-suk's face looks like nothing but cancer. But that doesn't mean I have enough water to drink.

Since then, I have tried to convince him to turn to the number I have, but it has been of no use.

"Anyway, the main character is Lee Lee. Or he didn't have this one."

"· · · · · ·."

Eventually, he came to an ultimatum.

"Oh, what was that rocket? If you like your actor, you can use it. It didn't look bad."

I couldn't help but notice that Shai, who was trying to convince me again and again, fell down like nothing else.

Me and Kim Chol Sunbae went out to a place where they became stragglers.

[Goddamn it.]

Kim Chul Sunbae was as depressed as he was dead, even though he was a raised dog.

I stopped by the office so depressed that a person who had been on leave for a while came back.

"Ah, Jules! Hanyumi, you're back now!"

Han-yumi laughed brightly and praised.

"· · · Welcome"

I replied. It was Han Yumi, no matter who saw it.

#

MBS President's Office.

Won Gwanghun was being reported to someone in a harsh position.

"So Zhang Yeong-cheol let him go."

"Yes, wrap it well without hurting it."

Wongwanghun said in a relaxed tone.

"Isn't Seo Soo-hyun the courier who will come looking for you? I have Lee Hyun-Sook. I can't deal with him."

"Yes, I understand."

The nodder hesitated for a moment.

"· · · By the way, are you sure you're okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's it."

Wongwanghun smiled.

"He hasn't known the subject so much. Don't you think it's better to look at me because you blame me for being stuck in a ditch at any time?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Honorable words these days?"

Wongwon Gwanghun, who was pondering the word for a while, said, "I hope so." I changed my face. The side muscles swallowed the saliva.

I encouraged myself, and I had no idea that I would be penalized for it.

In a sense, KBC's embrace and the SBC's foremost information are much more prestigious.

"· · · And how was Lee Hyun-suk?"

"He doesn't know how to do it."

Wongwanghun changed his face. Even my tongue was small.

"I don't think he likes the situation right now."

"Yes? No way. Isn't it a success story?"

"I mean. Strangely enough, that was a dislike look."

Of course, no one in the world does. I couldn't help but notice a slight doubtful look on the side of Wongwon Hun's eyes.

"Well, I'm pretty much expecting this story. I don't think Lee Hyun-suk likes the thrill of the" Like Theatre "series."

"Yes?"

His side muscles widened with a more fatty sound. Does that make sense?

"I'm planning a new plan with an old man like Kim Kyung Sook. This is a demonstration."

Wongwon-hoon, who has not even met the President of SBC yet, put the information in his mouth.

"It looks like Choi Hyeon-sook is putting a lot of pressure on Lee Hyun-seok."

"Do you like it?"

"You must have seen and felt the KBC embrace. If Lee Hyeong-seok is the best performer and Lee Hyeong-seok is beating the truth there, doesn't that explain it?"

Surprisingly, it became a conjecture that did not seem to fit.

"· · · So you don't think that writer Kim Kyung-sook is serious right now?"

"I'm not sure. Isn't Kim Kyung-sook a good person to lure you into?"

Won Gwanghun shrugs.

"Anyway, take a good look at the trends. I think I can pull it out if I'm good."

"Zhang Yeon-yeon and the bad weather are quite deep. Is it possible?"

"An ambitious one doesn't hide that."

Wongwanghun smiled.

"Drawing a line between an enemy and a friend is a characteristic of fools. Don't you even know that KDS made peace with you?"

"· · · · · ·."

"I found out one more thing. He's got big ambitions."

The voice slightly lowered.

"It's an eye that can do anything for you, knowing that you'll never climb a tree."

"It's easy to attract such a guy."

In a sense, it was a sharp interpretation.

#

Recently, strange rumors have been circulating in the pantum of Rocket Man. The story was that Shai, the leader, would make an acting debut with Lee Hyun-seok's work.

The reaction was the same.

That's ridiculous;

Don't you know about the Casting Journal? Does that make sense, even if we're reconciling now?

However, the rumors were not eradicated, so I had a slight suspicion that the first stage fan, Choi Mina, was going to hand over the rocket man.

At last, she had a friend who had barely let her speak, who could ask her the truth.

"Hey, Gia."

"Huh?"

"I have something to ask you."

Choi Mina, who opened her mouth, glanced at the manuscript placed on her desk.

"What is this? Are you new?!"

"No, another writer's post."

"What the hell."

A disappointed Choi Mina squirmed her lips. I listen and look at it as if it hides my regrets.

"Kim Kyung-suk? Did you read it all?"

"Yes."

Maintenance didn't seem to be a big deal.

"Roughly figured it out."

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