King of the Last Drama

Things have been a little strange for me lately.

Everyone will agree, but I am an ordinary impression that has no characteristic from the beginning. When I went out with a pair of sunglasses, few people recognized me, and people would avoid my eyes.

But recently, I felt like my gaze was focused on this side of the hill.

And a girl in a uniform spoke to me a while back, thinking it was her fault.

"Hey, Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy?!"

"Yes? Yes, I am."

"Cheap, can you sign it for me?!"

"· · · · · ·."

As I trembled at a request I had never heard of before in my life, here I am, and there was a familiar shape-shaped signature on the top of the inner paper.

Kim Chul Sunbae laughed at his head.

[· · · Isn't this the Hong Ji-ho signing?]

'I will.'

I've heard that you're a fan and you have a collecting passion for your entire company.

I signed it as if I were roughly lined up under it. The girl, who was restless, turned white for a moment, but thanked him, and ran with cheer.

It's strange. Kim Chul and I want to meet each other and shake our heads.

Strange things didn't stop there.

One day I was going to drive into the Whistleton office, and I saw a group of women fans gathering. In many ways, they were quite familiar faces.

It's not a big deal, but I said I'm opening the car.

"You'll have to go to Sunsan tomorrow to see Hong Ji Ho. He's not here today."

"Here we come! Here we come!"

Who's here?

Those who glanced at me while I was puzzled asked me to sign while I was still surrounded by cars.

I closed my eyes.

"Hey, aren't you Hong Ji-ho Pan Café members?"

"Exactly!"

"· · · But you need my autograph?"

"Yes!"

It was as bi-directional as a squeeze.

I didn't know English, but there seemed to be no reason to say no. The ready-to-use chairman quickly put out a sign pen.

"Thank you!"

"Good to see you!"

The group went back with pleasure to see if my signature really was the purpose.

What the hell was that?

"Well done."

Park Jintae was struck with a bitter laugh as he entered the office in a dismayed mood. What I just said is awkwardly, Hong Ji Ho was also rolling on the couch and chewing on the toilets.

When I looked at him, Hong Ji Ho replied in excuses.

"No, I don't think I have a purpose. What do you want me to do?"

"Umm."

Is that so, I accepted.

"By the way, isn't Idona here? I thought maybe I'd see you today if I did."

"Oh, you don't want to see the crowd grow!"

Park Jintae, who scolded Hong Ji-ho, laughed in vain.

"I went back about an hour ago. Donna's been busy lately."

"Well, I see."

I said yes. If Park Jintae is busy, he will be really busy.

Even so, you might want to reply to the text I sent you.

When I thought about it, Park Jintae said nothing.

"Hmmm, by the way, you must have been pretty embarrassed."

"I don't know why I'm doing this anymore than I'm embarrassed. Mainly Hong Ji-ho fans."

"· · · · · ·?"

When I kicked my tongue, Park Jintae became a puzzling look.

"Well, don't you know?"

"What do you mean?"

"That's it · · · · ·."

Park Jintae glanced at Hong Ji-ho. The Hongji-ho, who was watching TV, frowned and pointed at himself with his finger and shook his head with a broken neck.

Park Jintae sighed again.

"Let me explain. Do you know that, Alpes?"

"Alpes? No, I don't know. What kind of festival drugs?"

"Umm."

Park Jintae became a more difficult face.

"So, um, didn't Ji Ho talk about you a little hotly last time on the air?"

"I did."

"That must have been pretty fresh for the Jiho fans."

"· · · · · ·?"

"I mean, Ji Ho's doing great, but there weren't any really intimate boys. So it's been quiet until now."

The more Park Jintae stuttered, the more ominous I felt.

Hong Ji-ho, who was far away, sighed and opened his mouth.

"Alpes means Real Person Slash (RPS), a coupling fan pic that uses real people. It's quite a major play among female pandas, and I've been kind of hot lately."

"· · · So immediately, did the girls have me and Mr. Ji Ho?"

"Well, that's it."

When I was hardened, Hong Ji-ho scratched my head.

"Well, learning some popular Nam Stones is strange, but I didn't know that would happen with Jules. I'm sorry."

"· · · · · ·."

"Is that okay?"

I felt clumsy in the kind of shock I had never experienced before.

No, it's just cancer, isn't it? How old am I? I got married, and now I'm getting involved with a guy?

What do you have to say if your wife listens?

[Calm down, Hyun-seok. Your wife's not here.]

'Well, I did. By the way.'

You were right. I was sweeping my chest.

The door was opened. Someone pulled out their face.

I was heartless.

"Ah, here you are!"

"No, honey, that's not it!"

The words overlap. I only regained consciousness after speaking.

A long and awkward silence ensued.

"Uh, so, yeah?"

The puppy raises his head with a bruised expression. Hong Ji Ho and Park Jintae look at this side with a very strange face.

I wanted to die.

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I quickly ran away from the dog who asked me if I looked like my old girlfriend.

The subtle emotion of calling a schoolteacher a mother when she was a child. I felt like I had concentrated it a hundred times.

His teeth were shattered and his whole body filled with energy.

I declared.

"I'm going to see Writer Kim Kyung-suk right now."

[What? You said you'd come up with a good reason to convince me?]

"It's grounds for who I am."

[What the fuck, you son of a bitch!]

Kim Chul Sunbae shouted, but I was cold.

We need to reverse this damn situation right now. I had to prepare the ultimate something right now to keep that weird nonsense from drifting!

Plus, I could see how foolish I was until then.

"Ridiculous to kill one character at a time! We must kill Monsoon! We have to sweep it into the fire of hell!"

[Let's calm down, Hyun-seok! Let's calm down and talk!]

"Don't you feel my coldness now?!"

Your temper is taking over your brain, you son of a bitch!]

Kim Chul sunbae held me back hard, but couldn't stop me. I immediately broke into Writer Kim Kyung-suk's workshop.

"Writer! I have something to tell you!"

"I thought this fiddy belonged to a race that knew the concept of knock."

Writer Kim Kyung-suk turned his gaze to a duly insignificant face.

Knock? Last time I was angry, I heard that there was a character who knocked and broke all the barrels.

I immediately raised my voice to the goal I had set.

"We have to kill our brother now!"

"· · · · · ·?"

Kim Kyung-suk rarely made a slightly frustrating look.

But I quickly took care of it.

"Hey, are you talking about touching the script again?"

"Yes."

"Now, I don't think that's a pretty bad reaction."

I shook my head decisively.

"Early on, Goethe said that no one would want to see it after 15 minutes of rainbow standing. If so, shouldn't we draw something new in those 15 minutes and move on?"

"Mmm."

"I think our" Three Times "are stable, but they're not different from the ones on the egg yet. If you let go of your hand quickly, it will collapse."

"· · · Of course, if you look at it so far, you can see that Fiddy has deep thoughts."

In spite of my perfect logic, Writer Kim Kyung-sook was a curious man.

The reason she came forward was simple.

"If you kill a character all of a sudden again, isn't the curtain too much?"

"· · · · · ·."

I was stabbed in the heart and closed my mouth and Kim Cheol's elder was fierce.

[Puhaha, I can't believe you're listening to him! You've become a giant too, Hyun-seok!]

Hmmm, I took my face seriously. I couldn't stand down from here. I desperately rolled my head.

"· · · I think it depends on the personality of the person."

"Personality?"

"Yes, all my in-laws and sisters have been drawn as floating figures. but there was no detailed description."

"I did."

"I don't think viewers would question the process if the results were relevant."

Writer Kim Kyung-suk, wrinkled on his forehead, looked at me and asked me to tell you more.

I started throwing up ten sides.

"The old saying says, 'There are nine kinds of people whose insides are worse than their insides.'"

"Nine types? What is it?"

"It is he who pretends to be respectful but arrogant, who is humble but disrespectful, who pretends to be disobedient, who pretends to be mild but steals, who pretends to be self-centered but dishonest, who pretends to be calm but not faithful, who plots well but not determined, who seems bold but not capable, who pretends to be honest but does not have credit."

"Uh, yeah."

Writer Kim Kyung-suk frowned and I glanced.

"Thousands of years ago, but there's something we can see and learn, isn't there?"

"Well, that's it. Maybe so, but..."

"Often people learn to study old people, but it's no different than actually asking them to express the reality they face. The old people came to the same conclusion, didn't they?"

"· · · · · ·."

"Here's the benefit of killing your brother."

For about thirty minutes I roared as he was supposed to.

Polybios' mixed identity became the director's, and the blind man's words became Kichero's.

When I was confused about what I was saying, Writer Kim Kyung-suk grabbed my hand with a very touching face.

"Oh, my God, I didn't know this Fiddy was trying to make our drama such a masterpiece."

"· · · Well, now that you've figured it out, that's it."

I saw Kim Chol Sunbae staring at me with his face. I put iron plates on and ignored them.

"Okay, honestly, I don't understand half of it, but let's trust this feedy."

"Thank you."

Kim Kyung-suk took out the set house with a trusting face.

Kim Chul Senior asked while discussing such an efficient and desirable sign.

[· · · Hyun-Seok.]

'What is it?'

[Are you not stabbed?]

"Never mind."

I'm like Das Vader now. It is something that can do anything for a purpose.

I'm that crowded right now.

[Must be Stormtrooper.]

"Why?"

[You never hit a target.]

'· · · This is the only time you're making fun of it.'

After about two hours of discussion, I was convinced.

This time, it won't fail!

195 barbecue with eggs (13) end