King of the Last Drama

It didn't take long for Idona to start talking to her mother. It seemed awkward at the time.

In general, women's conversations often require a kind of sacrifice, but unfortunately, in this case, it became me.

"So, he takes his face seriously when he's fourteen. 'Mom, I think I have a knack for locks."

"Phuh-huh. So?"

"I borrowed a guitar from somewhere. 'Nowadays cheap music is obscured by visuals and ambiance, but I'm different. I'll fight with pure musicality.' Then I went to the reverse for about two weeks, but then Gigi died!"

"Ahahahaha!"

· · · Well, it was fine.

Idona, who hung her tears and flushed her eyes, was a little strange, but did not seem depressed anyway. Would it not be a good thing if I sacrificed my sad memories to make a good one?

[Puhahahaha! Helhelhelhelhelhelhelhel!]

But it was unacceptable for a ghost to roll on the ground right now.

I opened my eyes and asked.

'· · · Are you having fun?'

[Come on, it's so much fun!]

'· · · · · ·.'

Every time Idona grabbed the boat, her mother became more divine and unraveled the story, and Kim Chul's elder rolled over the ground in a more ferocious mood, a terrible cycle that felt like an hour.

"Well, so."

After a while, the story barely stopped.

"She has a hard face and an impression, so it's easy to get the wrong idea, but she's the wrong person. I'd be happy to know that."

My mother became a sighless face.

"Honestly, I'm talking about this in Thereby, but I don't really feel it when I look at it. Even if he's doing really well with this play."

I don't know how old I am right now, but I'm being taken care of. Idona smiles as she looks back at me.

"It's okay, Mother. He has talent."

"· · · Are you looking down from above?"

"Oh, honestly, I'm praising you, but don't take it lightly, not as a kid."

"· · · · · ·."

As I sighed, Tyre became an outrageous sentiment. Why didn't you change your usual position?

While striking as always for a while, my mother alternated the two of us with strange eyes. What should I say? I tried to buy soybean sprouts when I went to see a young man's intestine, but it's like the look the host was thinking about because it was cheap.

I open my mouth with an awkward cough after I think of something for a while.

"Do you have any talent for that?"

"Oh, of course, it's not my ability as a PD or anything. I can't even evaluate that."

Idona hits her hand. The conversation is strangely unraveled because it was fuzzy.

More than that, I can't believe that the word "subject" came out of Idona's mouth. Isn't that fake?

Idona spoke with a strange flushing on her face as I looked with suspicious eyes.

"For example, music. In fact, the hooks that people like are usually remarkably similar. But when you make a song out of something like that, where do you usually hear it?"

"I think so."

"Right? So the songwriters tend to pay quite a bit of attention to the unusual feeling that the song feels as comfortable as it does. Some emphasize it by cutting off the completeness of the song itself."

So sometimes the singer and I have a little bit of a flattery - he adds.

"In that sense, I think this guy is on a one-off. I don't want to make anything healthy in the first place."

"· · · · · ·."

My mother burst into laughter, whereas I couldn't help but be reluctant to say so.

I seek the ultimate last-minute drama that everyone can empathize with and curse. What the hell happened to the arrogance of concluding that it wasn't a good item?

[Come, Hyun-Seok. I know. I know.]

While Kim Chul's elder warmed me up hard, Idona said again.

"Another talent, I think, is that you know how to see people as people."

· · · What do you mean? I couldn't help but laugh at my head here.

"It's kind of a gift. This floor is usually viewed as an idol that projects its image, or somehow crosses that line and starts to look at it with money or tools. It's an anode. The latter should be preferred, but · · · ·."

Idona laughed.

"In that sense, I think this is a pretty rare axis."

Again, Idona was laughing.

My mother was blushing, but I felt a very ominous feeling. He turned his head and asked.

"Mother, what is he drinking according to the cup?"

"Huh? It's the peach you bought."

"· · · That's a drink."

"What?"

I bought Jia, a sleepy adult, to make me feel better. She was just fighting for three pros more than I thought.

· · · Well, he's a little less than a beer with a little bit of alcohol in his peach.

Idona blinks.

"Drinks? Oh, I can't drink that."

#

I pushed Idona into the back of the car with a ring, and I got into the driver's seat and started. I sighed without even knowing.

In retrospect, Idona had never been drunk at a banquet. Sometimes, even if someone recommended it, I would shoot him in the cool eye and make him retreat.

I thought it came from thorough self-care, but it wasn't the only one.

"Garbage."

Idona shrugs in the back seat and mutters.

"Lee Hyun-seok, I mean. Don't you think it's garbage that's not worth living for?"

"Enough if you're drunk."

Oh, my God. I mean, when I drank, my personality gradually changed. When I tried to take the can in my hand, Idona was furious.

"Does this look like a drunk face? Is your eyelid useless for taking Retake a hundred times or a thousand times?!"

Unfortunately, with my useless eyes, I looked like a drunk face. Moreover, no country has ever done so a thousand times.

I once again sighed and sent a text to Park Jintae explaining my self-discipline. In the meantime, Idona lowered her head and repeated her grumbling.

"Why is this? · · · I'm busy acting, but I'm going out to some stupid talent show, and I think I'm going to laugh at some good questions, and I'm going to react, and I'm going to sit there with a stupid smile, and I'm going to get popular, and the money comes in. · · Hey, isn't this garbage?"

"· · · · · ·."

· · · Were you going to sit there dumb? I thought I was masking the man who was going to save me and the man who was going to kill me.

"You know what? I mean, I'm pretending to be good, but I'm actually shaking. He's a sociopath. He's the best match for a parrot."

It was like digging through the ground endlessly, so I decided to try to calm down.

"No, I don't think so."

"What do you know about me?"

"· · · If you think about it quietly, it seems that Idona is right. However."

"Yes? How can you say that? What can I do?"

What do you want me to do?

I had no choice but to look at the ceiling of the car. No one's drinking information was much worse.

I watched the headache rise and continued to speak somehow.

"Well, most of you still envy Idona's environment, don't you think?"

"Maybe so."

Idona nods with a gloomy expression.

"But I do. At least I keep thinking I'll laugh as much as he does."

Mmm.

I was forced to be silent the moment I counted my words. The face of Kim Cheol, the human, who was watching him warmly, was also hardened.

I drove without a word. In the meantime, Idona continued to speak a transvestite with a drunken face.

"You know what? It's a real secret. I have no friends but you."

"Even in high school, I was really nice at the time, but I couldn't. To be honest, I never thought I'd see it."

"I've been thinking about my debut since I was nine. In the media, it's been years of consciousness, so there's a strong conviction about yourself, but it can't be common sense, right? It's not like a dragon shows up in some fake war and there's a long lead."

"I just needed something to hang on. You said that Snow simply didn't have a place to eat and live, so she broke into the FMC? I'm a bit alike. I just remembered the only way to feed that human."

"I heard about Writer Kee. I envy you."

"The man films his own spokesman or sheep at the bottom of the jaw. In the first place, I thought it was a bitch. I'm really interested in the subject!"

"I mean. I want to feed you one shot. The real bottom is here. I am the firstborn who climbed from the bottom of it to the top of it. Everything you've done is hypocritical and pointless - I'd say so."

However, Idona said and stopped talking. I raise my gaze.

"That's it. I came all the way here so hard, it's like I'm piling up a pile of garbage."

I turned on the blink and reversed the car.

"So I am. I just don't really like regular melo movies or drama. I know it fits me, it's popular, but I want to do something a little unusual. I think I can see him laughing at something normal, so--"

"So it was me?"

"· · · Yes."

Idona nods.

"I'm sorry. It's not going to feel so good for you."

"· · · No."

Either way, I was more sorry.

No matter how valuable you are, I am Kim Chul's disciple. Even though I didn't want to cheat, Idona chose me to feed you once. Young Quingi had a corner.

"At first, I felt very bad when I ate one in" Like a play. "But it got worse and worse, so that was the idea at first. Not only that now, but I am."

Idona closes her mouth after a while. The eyelashes that evoke the cat tremble.

"Hey, Mr. Fiddy. You know what I want to say?"

It's a gaze to eagerness. Of course I noticed that. He nodded heavily and opened his mouth.

"It's okay. I'll help you meet a better director next time."

Despite all my sincere talks, the Prophet's silence fell. Idona looks at me with a nasty face.

"· · · I don't want you to snore and die right now."

It was a cool voice with a lot of sincerity.

Even so, I wanted to know his unreasonableness. I don't know why.

After parking, I handed Idona over to Park Jintae and the manager who was waiting. Idona was too busy looking at me on the subject that my body was barely covering.

"Hey, Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy."

"What is it?"

"Drama, I hope it goes well. I'll help you."

I shrugged my shoulders in a voice like a decade old grudge.

"I will."

I don't know, so I'll take it as a virtue.

#

Director Kwok Tae-young was returning the "Jewelry Box in the Research Journal" as a VOD at home. I was going to do my own research, but not so much.

No, like that over there? With that much?

The more I looked at it, the more commonly it was an incomprehensible flow. Kwok Taeyoung sighs and presses the pause button.

I wanted to see if Kim Chul could be a reference for me, but Lee Hyun-Seok was also a great man who couldn't understand enough.

A phone call came through while sipping water with a cold expression. Taeyoung Kwon, who saw the caller, made a small intrusion.

The name shown was a gentle figure he had recently decided to feed Kim Chul. But it was still a little awkward to treat him separately.

I know we have to get to know each other a lot in the future.

Kwok Taeyoung hesitated for a moment, then cut his throat and received a call.

"Yes, Mr. Idona."

Coming back was simple.

I want to feed that damned human one way or another. Help me.

Kwok Taeyoung blinked.

"I don't know what it is, but I will help as much as I can."

In the meantime, it was a moment when the anxious B team in Wighton began to run.

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