King of the Last Drama

"What's new?"

The daily "Celebrity Today" headquarters has always been one of the best places to find news.

A reporter asked Maburico, and the junior nodded. Hand over the notebook and open your mouth.

"I don't know. Maybe the actor Idona's mother remarried."

"Oh, yeah. It's so interesting that the viewers can pass out."

Maburico exaggerated and turned the topic around.

"Don't bullshit. Do you have any more rice cakes for Lee Hyun-Seok?"

The last month was literally a drought for celebrity journalists. The existence of Lee Hyun-Seok, who creates the headlines while there is no scandal or big news, was nothing like that.

Unfortunately, Lee Hyun-seok's recent remarks were the reason why he was burning even more fiercely in Segan.

"The Research Journal" story? I mean, I actually pulled all the scripts from Lee Hyun-seok, but there's something going on, right? "

"No, no."

One of the reporters grumbled.

"It's annoying to peck at the desk, but you're the senior? It's very natural."

The parties, however, were not hued or shriveled.

"But I'm better than the guy who used to sit here, right?"

"That's it, though."

Maburico shrugs like a cobra and looks at the person knocking on the keyboard from a distance. Now I'm a good reporter.

A sister dog recently moved an enemy to Wizzton Entertainment, which is the company Lee Hyun-seok represents. If you want information about Lee Hyun-seok, you don't have the prey to drool.

"Let's quit."

I didn't know the situation well, but I wanted to avoid the possibility of being the second person to vacate this position.

Another reporter noticed.

"By the way, I heard some rumors. Let's just write a speculative article."

"If you can handle it."

Journalist Maburiko snorted.

"Kee, you know what happened to all the jerks you used to hang up when you liked the writer's case?"

I don't know what the deal was, but Lee Hyun-suk was as good at rolling the SBC Legal team as I was. However, it was said that pigeons should not be the only ones among journalists, whether they were slaughtered without a single bite.

A reporter on a speculative canal shrunk. Another reporter asked.

"By the way, what is such a rumor? Golden Globe?"

"That's it. I crossed the water."

"I don't think I've ever been against Globe and Emmy. Why don't you give me the Vulcan side and take care of it?"

"I don't know if I was going to do that until this speech, but there's no way I'm going to do that."

As the rice cakes spin, the surroundings become crowded in an instant. Journalists were not so far away from the Paralympic Games that took place right on the Internet.

No, there was a lot of information that I could get to, so I tended to get more violent when I got into a disagreement.

"In the first place, it was about the independence of Paul of Vulcan, wasn't it? So I said I would look at the" Research Journal. "This is how the Prime Minister crosses the water."

"Ignore the brawl of pride. Aren't they all outsiders even? He's got a lot of different vision."

"Don't you know they don't see foreign languages except for their original foreign language film award? It's a lot of traditional kids."

"Given that, it's in their best interest! There's nothing in the world. It all goes back to profit damage!"

"Let's sleep."

Journalist Maburico sinks into an atmosphere of overheating.

"He's not talking about that in the first place. Bonamana, Lee Hyun-suk, and Idona and L.A. went to LA, and I thought I'd write a novel."

"Yes? No way."

People turned their eyes.

Journalists who were not involved in the story shrunk even more, and others who saw it instantly cooled down.

There was laughter everywhere.

"Yes, use it. If the complaint flies, I'll make it a knight first."

"I think the only thing they have in common is that their last name is Lee."

Someone sneaks in while the laughter mixes.

"No, I was told I was surprisingly close."

"I also heard you take care of things at the shoot."

"You can ask the PD to take a good look at something like that."

"Idona of the underworld? Even if it goes well, now it's the third year of Fiddy's life? I can't hear you in your head."

But most agreed that pink air currents would be nonsense.

"I'd rather see a possibility of transfer."

"Puck or puck. What's the rationale?"

"We made our third debut together, and we took them all three times. Anybody sees it, it's suspicious."

"What are the odds of you getting a phone call?"

Originally, it was the funniest way to talk about other people's relationships, so this side ran in its own way.

The gossip was not meant to be a knight. Everyone said a word or two about the gossip and saw the white noise, and the story quickly bubbled.

Finally, the two of them were discussing the possibility that Hong Ji Ho, who had never burst into scandal, would be in love with Lee Hyun-seok. Someone spits it out.

"And when you look at it, how about an airless dog?"

The instantaneous gaze was focused.

Is that crazy?

The one next to him shrugged his shoulder. The gaze of those who had lost their way and wandered towards the rigid material that was not engaging in the conversation.

The stiff material frowns for a while and sighs for a long time.

"Brother Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy also has eyes, people."

"· · · · · ·."

"Honestly, there's no way anyone's going out with her in their right mind."

People who coughed in vain were persuaded by this attitude.

Even a major who was about to be a puppy, his relationship with his brother was very different.

#

Soon after returning home, I was busy. There was a lot of work.

There was a photograph of the "Research Journal", as well as the planning of a new work with writer Kim Kyung-suk. The least frustrating of all was management.

"I always tell you, you can do this on your own."

"Haha, I'll do that next time."

"· · · · · ·."

I took a deep breath in Park Jintae's attitude, smiling loudly. There was still no sign of when his next will come.

You can finish letting me drive anyway.

Park Jin-tae explained while I was handing over the plan.

"Mr. Zuri, Zuri and Nsoli are quite clear in direction. Lee Young-jin's manager had no disagreement."

Make a nice face to see if the title doesn't stick to your mouth. I nod.

"That means that the two of us who are left are the problem."

"It's a little bit of a problem, but it's true."

Park Jintae stroked his chin.

"Yumi is positive. Most of them are more than expected. Performing is great, as you can see, but it's not as good as singing or dancing."

"Mmm."

Fortunately, you overcame 'slump' safely.

"Versatile Entertainer is usually used as a rhyme to decorate people, not even Idozers, but Yumi can be used in his original sense. I have a good sense of humor, and there's nothing missing."

It was a case of thinking about which side to roll.

In the past, when Aeriz was broken and scattered, less than a dozen people in his company could see the reason for his shooting.

"Which way do you want to go?"

"Either way, he said it would be helpful for his brothers."

"Haha."

Lee Young-jin's manager had a headache, but it was a blurry story. Then, for the time being, it will be possible to maintain the current measures.

"On the contrary, Ara."

Park Jintae paused and picked a horse.

"Not bad. It's not bad."

"It's vague."

"· · · Yes."

When I catch the horse, I frown and nod.

If the older sister was an eight-year-old and the second and third had at least one direction of specialization, the youngest was a case without a prominent corner.

Either way, I can give you a pass point as a Girl Group member, but I don't have enough to use it as a primary weapon. In fact, I've never felt like she was special in that direction, either.

In the 'old days', they would not have taken proper care of this situation, so their affiliate would have chosen to release it.

"The spectrum itself is broader than that of Yumi. Labs are possible."

"Twelve talents, no dinner. Well, I think it's better to hear your opinion and make a decision."

In my words, Park Jintae became a stirring hue for a while and recommended it.

"Well, why don't you listen to him yourself?"

"· · · You mean me?"

"I think Ara will be more honest in front of you than I am."

Park Jintae said that and looked at my eyes.

That's not true. I noticed that I was secretly avoiding the puppy from the beginning, and I almost saw the shape I was recommending.

Mmm.

If I refuse here, it is not necessarily more advisable, but · · · · ·.

"Are you in trouble?"

"No, it's not."

I shake my head. When I thought about it, there was no reason to keep avoiding it.

"If you do, I'll talk to you."

#

"Excuse me."

I quickly noticed a puppy. When I came in and realized that I was sitting alone, my face turned pale.

"That · · · · · ·."

"Have a seat."

"· · · Yes."

I glanced at the uneasy expression.

"It's no big deal. I just want to hear from you about future activities."

But it didn't work. It looks stiffer.

"I don't know anything!"

"Yes?"

"I've never met you, Idona!"

"· · · · · ·."

I don't know why I'm talking about Idona here.

Anyway, it was like a wooden stuffed animal that couldn't even talk properly. I pondered how to unwind for a moment.

"And how is Hanyumi these days? You don't see your face very well."

"Oh, yeah, it's the same."

The puppy's face brightens. It was a means of getting it out of the book, but there was no special medicine.

"Today's tomatoes · · ·? There's a missile model with that name."

"Probably Tomahawk."

"Oh, that! Today, I was angry because I said it was four tails and it wasn't even a basic symptom. Thankfully, Eun Sol dried up instead of Joo-ri."

As usual, I guess. Thank God.

· · · Good thing?

I was briefly troubled. It seems that the symptoms of the fungus are deteriorating significantly in that the model gun has become a missile.

[What qualifies you to say that?]

I coughed while ignoring Senior Kim Chul.

"Well, I'd like to ask you about Mr. Dogara's future activities."

"· · · Yes."

The atmosphere I wanted to unravel moderately tightened again. The dog swallowed the saliva.

I said.

"It was not long before Mr. Ara assassinated Mr. Idona, so it was time to think about it afterwards."

Why did the Prophet's puppy mutter?

"· · · ·"

"First of all, I have a few plans, and if possible, I'd like to hear from Ara. So..."

"Now, wait!"

The puppy stands in my way.

"Hey, who am I assassinating?"

"Oh, and you haven't seen the script yet?"

I nod so I don't get bored.

"Mr. Dogara, no, Jin will assassinate the heroine Yoon Ga-yeon with a ballistic missile and then disembark."

"· · · · · ·."

Hm.

I missed him a little.

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