King of the Last Drama

I didn't think there was a need to come all the way here and hide something from this guy. I took a sigh and continued to explain.

Well, maybe it's a little late.

The story got pretty long. Then, it was no surprise that I and Kim Chul Sunbae had gone through a bad fight.

Sweat and tears cleared the scene of the young Saint Saturn as briefly as possible.

"... well, that's what happened."

"......"

Most talked about it, but it was not necessarily a five-year time-limit, or something horrible happened after that. It was not likely that a positive response would come back.

However, I remained stubborn after talking about whether it was shocking enough.

I coughed.

"Well, that's why I have to make a drama."

"Barracks"

"The ultimate drama that at least nine halls of viewers can sympathize with."

"Ultimate"

"... are you listening?"

"Absolutely."

I don't think so.

Snow nods reflexively, but her eyes twirl. "The youngest, the ultimate……" is a confused feeling of where you are and who you are.

Well, it exploded all of a sudden before... I'm afraid I'm a little emotionally anxious.

[No, it's your fault for a hundred percent purity.]

'Umm......'

Kim Chul Sunbae has made a cold point.

Even so, if the man who was trying to skip Kim Chul suddenly said he was building a curtain, he would be confused.

I decided to wait a little while to make sure Snow had time to clear her mind.

"I mean."

Barely snowy eyes slowed down a bit. The tone is careful.

"The director... has been trying to make a drama since" Living like a play "?"

"By the way."

I purposely nodded. But my attitude seemed to be even more confusing.

"By the way, that's what happened?"

"Yes."

"But, that. That's too much……"

Well, he was a jerk.

As I was about to say Moore, I still didn't understand.

The Vulcan series was a complete failure, and the current work, "Three Times", is in the corner. This is why I can't help but look at the ridiculous face of what I was doing.

It was then.

"... Ah."

The moment I tried to say Moore, Snowy's face turned pale as white as white. I couldn't help but be embarrassed.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"I am."

"You what?"

"So... I've been interrupting you so far, director...?"

I kept my mouth shut.

Hey, that wasn't normal. It was a catastrophe that surpassed the calligrapher, and could not be said to be peaceful.

But silence was enough.

"I came all the way here again..."

Snow began to tremble. His gaze shook with horsepower, his hands clasped and his elbows tightened.

... I didn't mean to fly away, did I? Did you do it?

When I was in a panic, Kim Chul's elder became annoyed.

[First things first, you idiot!]

'Damn it, if you're gonna do it, tell me something I don't know!'

Weeping a child wasn't special. More than anything, most people start to cry when they see me, so there's nothing I can do about it.

I had no choice but to devalue his performance to soothe Snow.

"Don't be rude, Sul. You're nothing more than a spoon of seasoning in my grand plan."

"Seasoning……"

"... well, if you have a spoonful of MSG, you're the one with the ceiling wall."

"Argh..."

"No, that doesn't mean you're an MSG. Anyway, that's the inevitable consequence of Sir Kim Chul-dong's remnants on my director!"

[... did you do that?]

'Hold still!'

It was rewarding to talk in any way, and Snow was barely truly colorful.

I swiftly dared to fear that my symptoms might recur.

"More than that, why the hell would I want to see it?"

"Yes?"

"No, I came all the way here because the story was twisted, but there's no reason you brought me here in the first place."

"......"

Oh, he blinked.

Why are you staring at the front door in the back? And the blink of an eye, which blinked a few more times, was soon filled with a determination not to know what it was.

More than the first time I brought up the story, I felt the moment I got into something more intense.

"I'm sorry. Please wait a little longer."

"... if you wait, I'll wait."

Seol, who left me alone and went into the room for a while, was crumbling. And by the time he came out, he was dressed in a thin indoor garment.

Mmm.

Honestly, it was a little hard to keep my eyes open.

I don't have much on my mind. It's a little hard for anyone to do that.

While I was pondering a word, I moved my nerves to something big that Snow was carrying.

"That?"

"Well done on finding it."

Snowy carefully lowered the item instead of answering and opened the zipper on the case.

"I've been looking for it for months, but it was a mess... I drank a lot of coffee in return for asking my sister, but I didn't do it wrong."

"That coffee."

I don't know what it was, but I think it was a desperate request. I fixed my face.

"He was right, he sold it again. I never thought I'd find anything to go to the garbage."

"......"

"I tried to hit her because I was upset, but she stopped because she desperately told me she would find her."

And I think he did it. Instead, Seol said he decided to shoot any CF he wanted.

"I would have done more."

Most of all, it was the first time I really found this, so Snow muttered and took it out.

I blinked.

It was a guitar that was worn out and had traces of years.

"Well........."

I had an unintentional intrusion. I could recognize it instinctively.

Whatever it is, I once believed I was seriously gifted and slept in my arms for days and nights.

It was much older, and I wanted the light to go away, but it was the guitar.

Snow gave it to me.

"I'll give it back to you."

I accepted it reflectively. But I didn't know what to say back.

Barely a word was quite uncool.

"... are you here now?"

Snow smiled.

"It was too late as I said... but I thought it was the beginning of giving this back."

"What a start."

"Just stop taking it."

Snow grabs the toes of the camisole.

"I've always been a nuisance... but I've been a nuisance until now, but it's going to be different from now on. It's gonna be different."

Snow stared at me.

I thought it was quite rare to meet this guy with such a straight line of sight. Snow always avoided it like a turtle when the exchange was a little longer.

But it was different today.

"I don't think you can do as much as you did for me. It might not be very helpful."

Snow was stuttering. The expression was slightly shimmering.

"But now that I know, it can help. At least you can stay out of my way."

"......"

"So, I said,"

So, after doing it a few times, Snow opened her eyes blue as if she was staring at something.

[Hyun-seok, I'm sorry, but I'm outside for a moment...!]

It was almost simultaneous for Snow's hesitant hands to grasp the upper strap of the Prophet Camisole and for Kim Chul to turn around behind the waist.

And after a while.

A message window suddenly popped into my eyes when I didn't get a chance.

Congratulations! User Lee Hyun-seok shared his regression facts with others for the first time!

... huh?

While I was blindfolded, this one threw up a message that contained a ton of exclamation points that seemed to be divine.

Amazing! Praise your trust!

Decision… auto-approved! The target is already in contact with the parent device and fully articulates the will to help!

Register the person, Lee Lee, as an assistant and reveal the presence of Assistant Kim Chul!

Then, Snow was stubborn and stubborn.

The gaze was not on me, but on my side. Exactly where Kim Chul was headed.

I stare at my elder, staring at him and looking at his makeup.

Kim Chol, who was just about to leave, turned his head like a turtle.

"......"

[......]

Static has been going on for some time.

Seol greeted him with a split voice first.

"... Hello."

[... yes.]

"... were you still there?"

[... well, it is.]

"…… since before?"

[…… well, it is.]

Long silence is flowing again.

Lee Lee Lee disappeared into the sluggish room again and came out. She was as well dressed as she was before.

I don't think I want to bite my tongue.

Whilst the uncomfortable static was flowing, I heard a thumping somewhere.

What, what's wrong? Where is it broken?

Weird. It's been a while.

.. No way.

Seol! Lee Lee Lee! Open the door! Don't you open it now?! I can smash it!

It was the voice of Manager Kang Joo.

Why did I leave the key intact, and why did Snow hesitate to take a step with her eyes down and become gloomy?

#

After retreating from his lifetime of determination without a pulse, Keeper was still thinking of the loser.

"Where was the problem?"

No, I thought it might be a more appropriate question to ask where it came from.

It is true that the existence of the transfer was great. But even without her, something didn't seem to have changed.

No matter how mature he was, even if he fell down and was praised as I was, the keeper was no more than a child.

So what do we do?

Keea made her decision after a long period of deliberation. The one she went to was Idona.

"What's going on, writer?"

Idona was quite astonished. She was quite fond of the child, but maintainer was quite reluctant to talk to her from around the time of the "Research Journal."

Therefore, it was a pleasant thing, but I did not know English.

Idona laughs at her head and maintains a serious tone.

"I want to ask you something."

"What? I'll help you as much as I can."

Idona hesitated and said in a friendly voice that Lee Hyun-seok would listen to.

Maintainers of courage there soon hardened their resolve and opened their mouths.

"Well, it's no big deal."

"Yes."

"Can you... die?"

"........."

It's a murder threat, and Idona thinks.

210 Hard Gate can be broken into pieces (13) End