King of the Last Drama

The new Idol Im Tae Joon and the prestigious Tay Joon were good young men.

Of course, in the celebrity world, if you don't just cover it up and hit an accident, you tend to say yes, but in this case, it meant it was a rare case.

It means that since I was a kid, I've been doing volunteer work that no one knows about, and I haven't written it down in my life log.

I used to listen to my elders' burdens, which meant I didn't use them as an excuse. After the debut, I was genuinely touched by the fans' attention and shed tears.

Even a short time ago, with the shovel of the manager, I was worried about the manager who was kicked out after being robbed as though he had been thrown out by the elected leader Idona.

The affiliated figures who had experienced him could not hide their surprises and blunders without anyone.

"I don't think Tae Joon needs to wrap her personality."

"Cancer, honestly, isn't it celebrity saws?"

Everyone said that with bi-directional.

Even with my glasses removed, Tae Joon was that kind of person. He seemed to be a celebrity lamp with such a dose of icons.

... until he appeared in "The Humble Lunch" in Zhang Yeongcheon PD.

"Let's do a bungee jumping."

During the meeting, Zhang Jeong Chul Fiddy said: As always, it was an endless word.

"Damn it, again...!"

The writer in the corner pressed his throat with an overbreathing expression. In the meantime, one AD was told quickly.

"Me, Fiddy? Once you've explained it to everyone...”

"Well, I made a mistake."

Zhang Yeon-chul nods as seriously as he reflects.

"So, I mean, I was going to do a scene with a bungee jumper."

"......"

There was no improvement as much as snowflake. No one wanted to understand what this nonsense meant. However, Zhang Yeon-chul looked around with a furious expression why he did not understand.

"Don't you know? Our drama is currently in a state of stagnation?"

"The stagger...?"

"I mean, it just got loose! We need to get through this quickly!"

"Rouge...? ”

Those in the conference room began to slowly multiply the meaning of the word.

"What did you say about the last time? '

So, the sperm bank intercepted my ex-husband's sperm, and I think it was the story of the fact that it was actually the father's sperm.

Rouge?

Rouge will freeze to death, and I don't even remember how humiliated he was.

The stagnation was also a strange expression. Not long ago, the "Humble Lunch" viewership surpassed 15 percent disrespect and succeeded in narrowing the gap with the "Age of Eternity" by 0.3 percent.

It was simply a remarkable career as a drama, but it was very alarming to think of this as a one-sided TV. In its own long history, it had the highest viewing rate of 7.3%, but it was twice that.

Chang-cheol shook his head decisively because of the cautious question.

"If it were Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy, he would have pulled over 30 percent of the viewership here."

"No, no matter how sure that is..."

"I can do it."

"Yes?"

"That's what I'm sure of, disciple number one."

"......"

It was a mess from logic, and if I heard it, when would I become a pupil? But Zhang Yeon-chul was serious.

Those in the conference room took a deep breath and gave up.

'Lee Hyun-seok again...'

The characters here were trying to create a Neuroscience in their name, even though they had no one-sided relationship with Lee Hyun-Seok.

However, if Zhang Yeon-chul wanted to do something crazy, Lee Hyun-seok was behind it. Is there another source of all this evil in the world?

Anyway, when it didn't sound like everyone had given up, Zhang Yeon-chul thought he had convinced him as usual.

The world was often turned to unfortunate misunderstandings.

"Looking back in time, Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy has always thrown a battlefield in this situation. Sometimes he plotted a reversal, sometimes he turned his perception upside down with a surprising and novel appearance."

It sounded fine all the way here.

"But unfortunately, I don't have that kind of skill."

"Then……"

"So it's a bungee jumper!"

"......"

Zhang Jeong iron, who concluded that it was a mess, grabbed his fist tight.

"The male protagonist is desperate for his wife to get pregnant with his father's child and decides to jump! Make it a camera with a burnt-jump! Even if you can't just make a choice and make it, it won't be a waste of time."

Maybe so, the writer gave up on further thoughts. Others also now seemed to like it.

Tae-jun, a South African actor who was still listening in such a vague atmosphere, raised his hand carefully.

"Well, I guess."

"What is it?"

"Doesn't that mean I have to jump off until I get out?"

"Yes."

"... I'm afraid of heights."

"Be patient, for the sake of art."

Zhang Yeon-chul blinked. It was a clumsy tone to not even think about processing graphics.

Tae Joon said no, but it was a stupid idea. He had to jump eighty-eight times over two days.

I've never spit it out of my mouth since I was a kid. "Fuck! It was a remarkable shooting to learn the word" again. "

But that wasn't the end.

"Good. A male protagonist who drowns by natural laws gets struck by lightning and loses his memory as he drifts downstream."

"Oh, yes. I see..."

"Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy will make the scene look dead, but we'll just shoot it ourselves."

"Yes???"

Tae-jun bought forty times and said, "Damn it! I succeeded in remembering the expression".

"A lost male protagonist turns into a conspiracy of seedlings and leads to re-enlistment."

"... Is that so?"

"Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy will perfect the irregularities of the rolling scene in Gapul, but we'll just do it until it's done."

"......"

Tae-jun was exhausted and said, "God damn it!" I was able to utter my swearing.

'Zhang Yeong-cheol...! Lee Hyun-seok...!!'

The young man of the new kingdom, who was very good, was so immersed in evil thanks to the two demons.

However, the executor, Jang Yeon-cheol PD, was busy moaning with his head shaking or not.

"I'm just messing with Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy!"

All those who heard it beside them could not let their breasts cool.

How crazy is Lee Hyun-Seok when he says this?

Especially those who had heard that Idona had hit Gingerly and had heard such a short rumor that the Hong Ji Ho was trembling.

#

... something's wrong.

I was standing in the lobby of the TV production center with that idea.

I didn't have any business here, but I wanted to finish talking to Zhang Jeong Chul Fiddy.

I'm waiting for a moment because I'm an outsider, but my gaze is so sore.

Some people pass by as they always do, but some turn their bodies around with their faces covered in surprise or even anger.

"Oh, my God, is that Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy?"

"That's a much scarier face than what I saw in the picture! You must have fed the calibration!"

"Zhang Jeong Chul Fiddy said he was three feet of blood compared to Lee Hyun-seok..."

"How much would you like to grind...!"

I also heard a murmur that I couldn't understand.

Mm-hmm.

I think it's a little different from when I came before....

That feeling became even stronger when Zhang Yeon-cheol PD showed up with a reflex.

"Ouch. Are you here? Teacher!"

"I told you not to joke about it."

"Haha, isn't that easy to accept? Go!"

We started walking together.

The more I looked inside, the more peculiar I felt the pressure, the more I spoke.

"I'm sorry you had to come. I was in a rush last time."

"What did you say! If you could call me anytime, I'd be there."

Zhang Jeongcheol Fiddy, who was hitting his hand, asked in a discreet voice.

"By the way, are you suggesting that you arrange a meeting with writer Kim Kyung-sook?"

It was awful when I was snowing.

"How did you know that?"

"If you want to know anything, you can."

"Yes?"

"I'm trying to know everything about this Fiddy."

I flickered at the moment when the snow overflowed.

No, I'm just... I'm kidding, but I can't pass it on as a laughingstock with a strange rumor about Hong Ji Ho.

I coughed in vain.

"Yes, I did."

"You did, too. I think there will be some relief, but be careful."

Zhang Yeon-Chul Fiddy retreated more than he thought. But I became doubtful again.

I said, "Welfare?"

"You don't have to let go of Shijimi, haha."

Zhang Yeon-chul laughed bitterly.

"Keeping a writer tends to depend on him, and Kim Kyung-suk has strong self-pity. It's a chemical reaction. It's obvious, isn't it?"

"......?"

I nodded.

Well, when I saw it this time, I thought it would be a good kill. I just wanted to say that there was nothing else.

However, Kim Cheol-sung, who had such a petty look in his eyes, opened his eyes a little.

[... Hyun-Seok. Have you seen her?]

'Haven't you seen it as a contractual issue when you were in MBS?'

[Once.]

Kim Chul Sunbae, um, stroked his chin. It was an elusive look.

When I was about to ask Moore, Zhang Yeon-cheol PD opened his mouth.

"Come in."

"Oh, yes."

Arriving along Zhang Yeon-chul was a very small meeting room. In fact, it's a conference room. Except for the data, it's a powerful tint with only one table in the warehouse and a name.

I don't know if it's because of that. I don't have a common card key and I have a key lock.

After I went in, Zhang Jeong Chul looked around for a while and followed me in. The smiling face of the circus was also a little serious.

"Last time I didn't tell you about MBS Wongwon-hoon."

"Yes”

"I'll tell you now."

I put my face on it too.

I didn't bring you to a cafe or a bar, I brought you to a vague place...

I don't think this is much more topical than I thought.

235 End of Division Commander (11) Looking Out at the Sky