King of the Last Drama

By the time this happened in Korea, Diego Rodriguez of the United States was silently focusing on finishing the film "The Fall of Vulcan".

However, other producers were not that dominant. Now it was really the Golden Globe Awards that came before my nose.

"You can count on it this time. The Golden Globe TV category deliberately chooses works that differ from the Emmy Award."

"That's right. How long ago, you were open about Director Craig's scandal and Director Lee?"

In many ways, rosy associations could not come to mind, and when people gathered, they were busy.

Several staff members came to the director directly and asked.

"Diego, how many prizes do you think we can ride?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, but there's no future in my abilities. More than that, I don't want you to point out that your work is being pushed."

However, Diego's attitude to hear that was usually intuitive.

"What if you get on it and you can't get on it?"

Just a short time ago, Diego Rodriguez's TV show stopped being consumed with laughter and memes. But now it's a positive controversy, isn't it? Diego was satisfied enough with that.

And, in fact, Diego was thinking a little differently than the people who were chatting about the ceremony.

Well done, Diego. Now that we're done, all we have to do is blow up Vulcan nature.

After pondering for a while, he finally decided to reveal his thoughts during a call with Lee Hyun-seok.

The awards ceremony is close, so you might want to fill it with fancy choreography. You don't have a face to tell me what I made you look like.

"Hey, Hyun-seok."

Mm-hmm.

"I've been trying to tell you all along, but I think this play started with a quality, so it should end with a quality."

After a brief silence, Lee Hyun-seok's tone doubted.

What are you talking about?

"You seem to want to end up with a minimum of independence in this pole, but I'm saying the opposite. We've come too far to fall apart."

Diego spoke.

"For a more complete ending, I think we need to end it by reinforcing the connection."

Lee Hyun-seok's doubts turned into distress. But Diego's idea was solid.

In his view, "The Fall of Vulcan" had a stronger tendency to be independent than the original.

Knowing the contents of "Like Theatre" and "Research Journal" does not make any sense. But it's just a level that goes beyond licking, so if you're not interested, it's just a level that's convincing and passable.

It was a great fact that he was acting as the 'result' of the "Research Journal" on the subject of prequalities.

"Haven't things changed, my friend?"

Lee Hyun-suk, beyond the telephone line, sighed.

Hey, Diego. The reason Emmy kicked your ass was because of your independence as a stand-alone, right?

"Yes."

So what happens to Golden Globe, who's a prospective attitude when he does that? It's me, I think, but you're...

"Oh my God! What the hell happened to the puppies?"

Diego Rodriguez cuts the horse with a blatant frown.

"Oh, now. You and I are makers. Isn't it obligatory to work for a better finish than a chewable trophy?"

Mmm.

"The two works are now fully connected. I don't think a one-sided ending will ever be complete."

Lee Hyun-Seok lost his mind again. The reactions that led to doubts and distress turned to deep concern within days.

I heard the end of the "Journal of Research" has already been set. Won't you share that with me? "

Lee Hyun-suk, who had been pondering for a while, drew out a positive answer.

· · · I can't decide on my own. Let's talk to the writer first.

"I'm begging you."

Diego nailed it again.

#

"I think it's okay."

When I gave Diego's opinion, the calligrapher took it lightly.

"If you drive over here and release it, you'll be better off if you release it together. Let's quickly share the scenario."

"Uh, if you do, please."

I had no choice but to nod at the frown as I was seriously trying to discuss it, because the attitude was not so great.

Both dramas are already on their way to the end. In the meantime, sharing and filling the bypass road is not a good thing.

However, my concern soon turned out to be enthusiastic. Seo-yerin laid it down and did it as simple as eating bread. In just two days.

"You're amazing."

Having received the results, I couldn't help but be alarmed.

"I'm sure you're the best writer I know."

"· · · · · ·."

He gave his own embarrassing compliment, but Seo-yerin only narrowed his eyebrows and did not react. I was a little stunned by that attitude.

"Well, I'm glad I was able to work with the writer."

"· · · Is that so?"

Seo-yerin smiled faintly. It was a look that I didn't take seriously at all.

· · · I think I need to reconsider the credibility of the calligrapher.

I scratched my cheeks after the conversation. By the way, I feel like one day the writer seems to be taking a strange attitude towards me.

[It must be my fault.]

Senior said in a non-algebraic way.

[Isn't there anyone else I should tell you about besides him?]

I was so excited about that. And when I saw it, I did.

"That's right, you pointed it out."

[Well, yeah. Even if this is the case, she's also starring.]

"Gia should know, of course. I needed to be more attentive, because I didn't have much time left. You must be the senior!"

Yeah, yeah.]

Kim Chul's elder nodded at me with a slightly curled attitude.

[I was just about to have her baby. By the way.]

I called straight away. After the signal went twice, I heard a voice.

Brother?

"Uh, Gia."

When I think about it, I feel like it's been a while since I've talked to Gia. I feel like I wanted to focus on studying.

I hesitated for a moment and asked.

"How are you studying?"

You're doing great. He's doing really well. For real.

Gia cautiously asked after talking like a quick shot.

But what's going on?

"Mmm."

I changed my mind just as I was about to go beyond the phone.

"Can I see you for a second now? I have something to tell you. Let's eat together."

There was a brief interval. The illuminated voice then returned.

Yes! Which foods do you like? Most of the ingredients are there!

"· · · No, I'm not saying make it."

I desperately asked the inspector to feed me so I wouldn't eat.

#

Over time, the end of October is just around the corner.

"You look good in Gia's condition these days."

Despite the impending settlement, Choi Mina was still unconscious.

"The mock exam scores were great? He might go to a really great place!"

"· · · · · Yes."

Choi Mina's mother said, "You are," but she sighed and handed it over. As a mother, I want to say something, but what am I going to do now?

Fortunately, I've been getting a little faint with the boys who know what Rocket Man is these days.

· · · Wasn't it worse? But maybe it's best to be enthusiastic about boys. My mother was drowned in worthless troubles.

"Oh, it's Pre-Qualification Day!"

Choi Mina was still camping on TV today.

"What about studying?"

"Well, now you come and see a little bit better? Now it's important to take good care of it and see it as my condition!"

"I can't say a word."

Choi Mina's mother also sighed and sat next to her. Even so, she was also a fan of the series.

In the first place, subscribing to a cable service that broadcasts in the United States was also due to complaints that VOD came out too late.

"Well, I don't think there's much to come. It's all about the Twelve Palaces, and the Vulcans are ruined."

"It'll be over now."

It was not only two silk mothers, but most of them were thinking the same thing.

But today's progress was a little different.

A woman was walking inside the screen with a baby wrapped in reinforcements - with the support of the future. The eyes are full of vigilance and the body shrivels.

"I swear to God, I will take all of you to the road.

"The Vulcans don't believe. We're losing our lives, too.

The captain of the Twelve Palaces, who was walking with him, shrugged his shoulders in a dazzling manner.

"Your new, dry battleships are a great use.

· · · · · ·.

"Well, even with that kind of skill, it's only passive, so we're doomed." If you had that kind of skill, you'd make tons. Just one ship.

The Vulcan didn't answer, but gave the baby a stronger boost.

"What does this little boy have?

Yes. I'm going to check it out.

It was a small warehouse where the commander who was leading the way stopped walking. He carefully loosened the lock of a place that was being securely guarded by some of the security devices.

After a while, the door opened with a buzzing sound. But what came out of my sight exited me.

Notes?

The Vulcans are dull and incline their heads. There was an old note on the small table.

It was a piece of junk that would have been considered a piece of junk in the middle of the eighteenth century had it not been worthwhile if it had been painted and buried.

What is that?

"The beginning of our civilization." Well, there's a fake playing board.

"Does that mean it's real?"

"If not, I'll be a fool." Let him touch it.

· · · · · ·.

The Vulcans did not understand, but the Prime Minister, who touched his back, bited his lips and followed his words.

The baby, who will later be called Han-support, raises his head and touches an old note.

And the note immediately began to glow blue.

What!

No way, really.

The Vulcans were frightened and the Zodiac's captain was not convinced.

The note unfolds on its own. Unknown characters were listed, and unknown types of energy gushed out like butterflies flapping their wings.

The Vulcan woman notices what the energy is causing and opens her mouth.

"Spatial distortion"? In the absence of particle accelerator? That's ridiculous!

"As usual. This is ridiculous even for you.

The captain laughed bitterly.

Oh, my God, this is so unexpected. I never thought that the myth I read as a child would be true.

A woman who took care of her complexion lately asked.

What the hell is this?!

"To believe the mythical story, it's a tribute to the ancient prehistoric civilization that made it possible to make a 10,000 light-year-old blacksmith.

The captain shrugs.

"I don't know why, but he called it a research journal."

His gaze returned.

And this kid is somehow connected to his great-grandchildren.

· · · · · ·.

Damn it, Council, what the hell are they thinking?

The baby's gaze, whether buzzing or not, was completely focused on the unfolded notes.

And the gaze followed what was clearly written.

134 Two ends of a fool in a hat