King of the Last Drama

Kim and Gia's conversation continued for a while. And in the meantime, the attitude of the two of them was changing slightly.

"· · · You have a pretty interesting idea."

It's usually called the Spear of the Mind. Kim Kyung-suk still had a hue that made Jia unworthy, but he couldn't hide it as much as Lee Jae from his pupils.

Writer Kim said.

"I want to add one to it. What about the setting up that your mother was actually a half-sister?"

"I think it's very good."

The same was true of Gia. Although he was still showing caution for some unknown reasons, Kim Kyung-suk's expression had a strong tone that was deeply impressed by the writer's enlightenment.

"What do you think of the fact that there were other souls there?"

"Good. There must have been a conspiracy of a stepmother in the accident where the soul died, right?"

"Absolutely. I'm thinking of an unsolicited shipment of umbilicals to a subspace material transfer device."

"Okay, so if you add a scene where the person who thought he died there comes back alive."

That's the kind of conversation that goes on like water.

I couldn't help but be deeply moved by what I saw and heard in front of my eyes.

I don't know why, but it was obvious that two people didn't like each other very much. But when a sense of purpose is shared, the two recognize each other and move on to a better path.

What an ideal relationship this is. Was the old American relationship between John Adams and Thomas Jefferson like this?

[It's unfortunate that the two of them are in the grave. If I'd listened to that shit, I'd have split your head.]

Unlike me, however, Kim Chul's eyes were sealed.

[This is hell of a tax haven. if you're a sane maker, you can't stand it here.]

'Haha, the chief also makes me very nervous. I'm holding on, aren't I?'

I laughed.

[· · · · · ·.]

'· · · · · ·?'

Anyway, I thought I knew what it felt like to be hungry even if I didn't eat it. I wondered if the totality with the blue dragon on the left and the backhoe on the right was the same.

In retrospect, the old Taejo rational system tried to encompass both Jeongmong and Jeongju, but eventually it failed, and the tri-country metaphor gained a pearl and a pearl, but lost one.

But I had no intention of repeating such a failure.

I felt a blueprint for the future. Wouldn't my future be peaceful if I kept them from refusing?

[It's easy to say. You want to fight again?]

Hm · · · · ·.

Turning his head, it was as Kim Chul said.

"· · · I'm sorry, but the amount is limited anyway. I don't think I can put all of these ideas in."

"That's it. So, what are we going to put in and what are we going to subtract?"

In Gia's words, writer Kim Kyung-suk opens his eyes. Gia flinches but does not bow.

The moment the atmosphere of instantaneity began to flow again, I burst into laughter.

"Now, can I tell you something?"

"· · · Of course."

"They were all great opinions that I didn't want to hear first."

I said.

"It's hard for me to make my own choices, and I don't feel the need to. What do you think?"

Writer Kim Kyung-suk frowned.

"What do you mean, Fiddy? You're not going to put all the stories out there, are you?"

"Why not?"

I shrugged.

"· · · · · ·."

When the two writers turned their sights on me, Kim Cheol-sung made an intrusion.

[Awesome, I can't believe there's a human being by my side who can pull a crazy look on them. Why don't you just go this way?]

What kind of path are we talking about?

Anyway, despite those reactions, my thoughts were solid.

The current bar diagram is literally a hypotenuse. By analogy, a large rock is a triangle at the top of a hill that leads to a steep slope.

If you push as hard as you can, it will fall, or else I could roll back and roll over. It is not the time to cover the Sudan.

Gia pulls my cloak with a dismayed look.

"Hey, brother. You've got the script now. Even if you extend it, Yerin seems to be ignoring you."

"Of course I know, and I don't need to extend it, Giaya."

I smiled.

"I used to talk to the writer, and there was one setting where I could use all of this."

"Yes?"

I stood up.

"Thank you for your advice, Writer Kim. It was a big help."

"· · · No, it doesn't matter."

I hardened my heart by looking at the expressions of the beautiful Gia and Kim writers.

#

"Well, if you summarize Jia and Kim Kyung-suk's opinion, it's roughly like this."

"· · · · · ·."

"And I think you can save all this if you take advantage of the settings you left behind last time, but how do you see them?"

Then I went straight to the calligrapher and persuaded him. I slipped into the river and noticed.

The writer remained silent with his mouth shut. I don't know what you're thinking, but frowned eyebrows don't look so sweet.

I sighed eagerly. The persuasion did not seem to be very favorable.

The ensuing voice was slightly locked.

"· · · Well, is this what you think of Fiddy?"

"As I said, the idea was written by Jia and Kim Kyung-suk."

"No, I told you how to mix it up like this."

"Oh, yeah."

When I accepted, the calligrapher disappeared again. I was embarrassed by the unexpected demands.

But this time, I couldn't back off either. One shot. Just one shot is enough. I confronted the calligrapher with such emotions.

"· · · · · ·."

"Can't you?"

"· · · No, I agree with the method."

I blinked my eyes as I nodded. Dong, Dong, what?

The writer raises his index finger with a serious expression and touches the end of his eye.

"That's right. If you go like this, you can save enough irony, but you don't have to bypass it."

"Writer Stan?"

"There's not much to edit, just add a scene and order it a little."

Seo-yerin, who murmured about Moora for a while, picked up the pen.

"Let's trim it together now. Please wait."

"Ah, yes."

I didn't understand the situation well, but it was easy for me to do what I wanted anyway. After all, I was able to take advantage of all the striking materials offered by the two bars!

I looked back at Senior Kim Chul with a big smile.

'You have won, Senior!'

Kim Chul Sunbae also laughed.

[Huff, you lost.]

#

"Delete this as well."

With a mouse click, Choi Mina sighed a little.

There have been a number of things that have happened to her in the last two weeks. For example, it was one of those who was better suited to photography than he thought he was capable of.

But Choi Mina didn't have a very important label.

Rather, it was much bigger for her to act as the manager of the Pan Cafe in the midst of the cracker boom in the "Journal of Research" and "The Fall of Vulcan."

No, if you're going to do something insane, why do you have to end up in a research journal with a well-finalized letter of support??

Living Like a Theatre Story Summary: Granddaughter tries to kill everyone but Grandma

Is this story okay with you? Really? Yeah.

Recently, the related site was Sinda Abigyu, but the maintenance's pancake cafe was more serious.

Fights often erupted as the bulletin board fell down in minutes.

It can't be you, Kee. Obviously, there must have been coercion and we have to step up!

b. No, I think I've obviously earned a share of the maintenance;

b Do not drag to Aggro

b. Why do you keep fantasizing about your baby instead of Aggro? He always did. You can only see the Great Wang squid.

b) Manager, please banish the reactionary molecules!

As always, Choi Mina took a long sigh after beating him to a 50-year halt for his crimes against the Great Squid.

"I'm going to die before the next one."

At least the first page of "The Fall of Vulcan" hoped that there would be some encouragement for Aung San Suu Kyi, but unfortunately the content of this screening was the opposite.

"You're up again."

Choi Mina pressed the clip several times to play.

It is said that Jeong-jeong-soo lived a very long time.

A woman opened her mouth inside the screen. He was recently from Vulcan who is playing a new role in "The Fall of Vulcan".

The captain of the Twelve Palaces snorted.

It's all about the founding fathers. We have a lot of rumors too.

But wasn't the story about the research journal real?

· · · · · ·.

The captain, who was silent with a stabbed face, soon opened his mouth in an annoying tone.

"Okay, let's hear about those stupid myths. So how many years did he live?

At least 1200 years.

"That's bullshit, too.

The woman, Vulcan, laughed openly.

"According to the records, he was a painter who went to the end of the year and continued to struggle.

"Concerns?"

Yes.

The Vulcans close their eyes.

"Look, if you have the same memory, the same background, and the same growing environment, do you think there's any chance you could be that person?

What the hell are you talking about?

The clip ends while the silent captain asks back with a zinc look. The text of the article was written in bold arches.

We want to know what the hell you're talking about!

The explanation grows doubtful and people burst into tears.

"Somehow, they have to convince the next side to sink."

Choi Mina, who was muttering, shook her head. I didn't think it would be viable. It's a zero-sum deployment, even if you think of yourself as an outsider.

"I don't want another writer besides Jia next to Lee Hyun-seok Fidi. Different levels."

As Choi Mina further refined her faith, the next episode of "Jewelry in the Journal of Research" was approaching her fate.

"Flamingo, why are you so angry right now?

The beginning was again two bold ones.

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