King of the Last Drama

Luxurious, secluded cafes that literally make drama.

In Chopin's Polonez 6, two writers who were quite old were meeting.

"Oh, hello."

Keeping her head neat, she lowered her head. The mood of being confused about why he was here was potent.

"Welcome."

Writer Kim Kyung-suk was greeted with a hard to read face. The slimy pupil carefully looked down from the tip of the thorax.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Uh, that's... I don't know..."

A small sigh returned as the keeper wailed.

"I know you've never been to a place like this, but you still have to do whatever it takes."

"Uh, yeah?"

"There's half a chance you'll be ignored when you do anything, but if you stay as still as you are, you'll be ignored by 100 percent of your opponents."

"......"

The writer Kim Gyeongsak finished his spell moderately while the horses were blocked.

"Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy says it's a little late."

"… yes, I heard."

"No facial care."

An even more glamorous gaze returned. Or pretending to be.

"Where the hell did you get me... Ah, was Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy by your side at the time?"

"......"

Near Sainte-Anne's.

However, in a short time, two dismissed peacekeepers remained dead and bowed their heads.

It was not long after I became awkward with a few stakeholders in the first place. Her self-assessment, which was still low, was at a record low.

Even with the junior bowing his head, he was watching carefully.

"Well, I heard you were struggling."

"Thank you……"

Kim Kyung-suk changed the tone and continued the story appropriately. Maintenance also worked hard to make no mistakes.

But it didn't last long.

By the time the coffee was halved, writer Kim Kyung-suk came to the conclusion.

"Well, I heard it was based on a calligrapher."

"Ah..."

"Of course I heard, but I don't know the details."

I greet him with a pale, dull look.

"But when you get older, your guess goes roughly like this."

"......"

"But what, I'm going to ask... Should we reconcile?"

Similarly, it was a passing question.

Reflectively, yes, and answering it didn't matter, no, Dorier. It was a scene I should have.

"......"

But somehow, she couldn't open her mouth.

It was true that I missed the relationship before that. But I was confident that it was impossible to go back before.

Nothing could be done until something was settled, as long as the boxes that were turning each other's eyes were opened.

"You look a little better."

Kim Kyung-suk smiled whimsically. I decided to stop watching and rethinking. It didn't seem to mean much.

I asked her to arrange it with moderate interest, but she thought she might have done something wrong.

Could it be like this?

Once the heart melts, the voice also begins to soften.

"You know what? Who I hate the most on this floor."

"... I heard that you have a bad relationship with Writer Seo Soo-hyun."

"Yes. In that sense, I think we're quite alike."

"Yes?"

Maintenance looks ridiculous for the first time. Kim Kyung-suk replied with a laugh as he asked where he was going.

"I started out with admiration, but I was forced to split up."

"......"

In the old days, Seo Soo-hyun was born in a wealthy house, graduated from a prestigious school, and borrowed his father's ties to start his life as a writer.

Since the environment is so gifted, I have no enemies on my way, and I have repeated my ride.

On the other hand, Kim Kyung-sook, who admired Seo Soo-hyun, was born in a poor family and barely graduated from high school with tuition fees.

It is also too late to start a full-time career. After barely sealing it with a pole, I ate seaweed a few times, and the item I wrote to be what it was, was barely hit and started to be treated as a writer.

Kim Kyung-suk swallowed his saliva with tension after meeting a respectable senior for several years.

Hey, good to see you, Senior! I've always wanted to see you!

.. Well, who would it be. I've never had your junior.

But Seo Soo-hyun's reaction came back cheap.

The so-called last minute drama that Kim Kyung-suk was writing. That was already in her unacceptable territory.

The betrayal was even cooler.

It didn't take long for admiration to become a gentle hostility.

"Ah…"

Writer Kim Kyung-suk smiled as he blinked.

"I'm only talking to writer Yu for the first time. It's something I'd rather forget."

"Uh, why just to me...?"

"Again, the two of us are very similar."

Kim Kyung-suk's eyes deepened. I didn't have a pair because it was amazing.

She thought she could see what she was thinking with that little head.

"I envy what my opponent has. Trying to chase it, and finally realizing it's impossible for me."

He adds with a bitter smile to his mouth.

"Oh, of course I wasn't the worst kind of environmentalist."

"... I'm not the worst."

"Huh?"

"I have a brother... Lee Hyun-seok Fidi."

I was surprised that my insides were revealed, and after a while, a clear eye returned.

However, Kim Kyung-suk breathed a long sigh. It looked really hard.

"Yeah, it's even like that."

"Uh-huh?"

"When you write Seo Soo-hyun, who's your partner?"

"Yes? That's the boss of KBC..."

"Okay, I'll ask you again. Who do you think made the first hit I just said?"

A moment of silence passed. What is the meaning of asking this question...

Kim Kyung-suk nodded as if he had a positive look on his face.

"That's right, I was also a hugger Fiddy. You've helped me a lot ever since. I've been thinking about going with you my whole life."

Keea blinks. Writer Kim Kyung-suk laughed bitterly.

"Natural answers will suffice now. I was taken. Everyone remembers Seo Soo-hyun for his career."

"....."

"So let's ask: If only the calligrapher is mentioned later in Lee Hyun-seok's career, can you understand and convince him?"

Along with that question, Kim Kyung-suk held his gaze still. The last thing I wanted to look at was urine.

Oh, yeah.

She grabbed her toes. That was more of an instinctive act.

I don't like it.

I don't like that.

I know he's better than me. I know better than I do. I also know that it is at the level of an empire and a baptist. I also know the starting point is quite different.

I can't win with anything. I know myself better than anyone.

But still, there was something I didn't want to give up.

"Now it's the right eye."

Writer Kyung-suk Kim smiled satisfactorily.

Seriously, is there another meeting like this? I feel like I'm looking at my old mirror.

"That attitude is the most important thing to survive on this floor. It doesn't sound like a concession, but if you don't covet it crazily, you can't get it."

That is why my advice contained the truth. If he had met the old self, Kim Kyung-suk would have insisted.

Of course, the slump in maintenance was much worse.

"He was a great producer. But Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy is a better person."

It was something Kim Kyung-suk knew best. The results were even more refreshing as I felt half-deceived by the thoughtless Hoang Guangdong.

She had a second peak, a new goal, and was able to reflect objectively on her past again.

Even if you get older, will the young junior in front of you be dead?

Kim Kyung-suk felt deeply saddened to learn about her past before coming. And what was going on there was kind of a sense of mission.

I don't want you to turn this kid over.

Kim Kyung-suk continued to talk to Jogonzogon. Maintenance nods with something.

"Maybe the calligrapher got something in her own way. And so will others who will be working with this Fiddy in the future."

"... Yes."

"Some of them may not be worth comparing to you."

"......"

But here I couldn't nod any more. The narrow, thin shoulders trembled faintly.

Here you are, Kim Kyung-suk sighs and opens her mouth as if encouraging her.

"What I'm trying to say is that it takes greed to deal with people like that. Much more than me."

"Greed.....?"

"Yes."

Keeping his head up, he was dumb. The eyes were circled. It's as if I've heard stories that can't be.

The words that followed were more than half stuttering.

"But you can't be greedy. I barely got it..."

"It's okay if it's you."

"If I were you...?"

"Yes."

Kim Kyung-suk replied with a disdainful expression to the junior. She was convinced.

Such a child should not be rewarded.

Not to mention the absurdity of receiving backups from unreasonable friends like Seo Soo-hyun.

"I've looked into the story of the proprietor. You've been working really hard."

"... that kind of thing."

"If it's hard, think about it like this. I've taken tons of them so far. I didn't have anything else. So, I don't think that's a good idea."

"......"

"I really like writer Yu."

Kim Kyung-suk said softly.

"If that guy pushes me to the back ship deadly, I'll be the back ship."

I don't know.

Perhaps, the bars were too loose.

He grabbed Seo Soo-hyun's hindquarters, which he thought he would have to look up for the rest of his life, and the junior who met him to feed him once more was surprisingly similar to the younger day himself.

When I heard that she had recently split with her nephew who was wearing a calligraphy, I felt like I was close to some sort of destiny.

What's so wrong with being there?

People usually look like themselves, but sometimes they turn their eyes to something else.

"If I were you, I would hope..."

Hold still and raise your head.

The transparent eyes were like glass beads shining with a fluorescent light.

End of division (10) looking at 234 thousand Lee