King of the Last Drama

"I'm sorry, but that's not possible."

As Jia was impressed, the conclusion was a separate matter. I shook my head resolutely after thinking.

If you think cold in the first place, what are you going to get by dragging Jia into this mess?

"No merit."

In my words, Gia made a very sad face.

"Does that mean I'm not helping?"

"... that doesn't mean you don't have to add more stones."

In addition to Snow's bitter smoke, I had to take care of the look on my face. Today's Gia was a little different.

I ventured into persuasion after blowing away the embarrassment with a cough.

"My destiny is now being thoroughly blocked. I didn't have anything on my mind, but somehow I have less to gain by increasing my likelihood."

"If you want to help me, there's another way, isn't there?"

There are some groups to accompany, but Seo Soo-hyun, who quietly supported KBC's promotion, said he was not very helpful. If Gia builds a track record from the outside, that'll help me.

"I see."

"Yes."

Jia smiled while nodding her head that it was the perfect logic for myself.

"But I don't like it."

"Uh... what?"

"I told you I wanted to be with you."

"......"

Until just now, I wanted to be an adult, but now I'm starting to insist like a male child. I couldn't be embarrassed.

Gia began to struggle with excellence.

"If you don't need it, let me do the work next door!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I can clean that up!"

"... wouldn't it be better to hire a janitor, sensibly?"

... now I know what it is.

While I was scratching my head, I saw a calligrapher turn her eyes to this side. You're right. I want to talk.

"Tell me something about the writer."

"I see."

The calligrapher murmured.

"I think I have a lot to say, not with Gia."

Then he adds with a look that is still hard to read.

"Later."

... No, do it now.

#

Gia's stubbornness was of a kind he had never experienced before. I practically failed to persuade.

I ended up feeling more like a hold than a problem-solving one, and I shook my head.

"I don't know if she's an adult or a child."

I heard voices.

[Even so.]

"I'm going to college to smoke stubbornness that I didn't even smoke in high school...

[Even so.]

"... Senior?"

[Why.]

"No, it's not."

I think it was a soulless answer, but it was probably an illusion.

I've made up my mind again.

It was a problem, but somehow my feelings were quite courageous.

I couldn't even imagine that most of them would support me like this.

[Well, are you going to make such an impressive face? Aren't you close enough?]

"The world isn't that simple, Senior."

I sighed.

"I was talking about it when I took the" Research Journal "... Oh, not this time, not the last time."

[Mm.]

"My grades were horrible, and I didn't really feel like a staff member because I had a part of the dormant CP chest system."

I felt like I said it myself and turned it around quite a bit. To be precise, it was close to five minutes before the opening.

Despite the deep and intimate kites of Cho Cho Chong in their own way, when the bad luck struck, they fell to the level of sand eggs.

"When you're bored, you fight, when you get into trouble, you're busy spreading your greed between each other in the invisible..."

Perhaps it wasn't really the process that made me feel uncomfortable until the end rather than the station itself.

[Well, it's a clumsy group when you shut up.]

Kim Chul Sunbae is full of tongues.

[So, you were worried about the useless thing again? I heard you were trying to get out of here fast.]

"... well, yes."

I admitted it with great emotion. I didn't want to see my own fuzzy Wizzton smash like that.

But trust seemed more solid than I thought. I couldn't help but feel very emotional.

Well, thanks to you, the idea was cleared up a little bit.

[... So, what are you going to do after all?]

Kim Chul Sunbae asked.

"After all, the question is, can we have the power to feed Won Gwanghun and his nobles?"

I stroked my jaw.

"I don't think I have the strength right now."

[Mm.]

Obtain consent and talk.

"And, in the end, all I can do is make something. Not politics."

[Well, that's it, too.]

"Then I think there's only one thing we can do."

After a long discussion, Senior Kim Chul asked.

[Are you really confident?]

"Don't be there."

I smiled. I felt like I had tripled my fighting power now.

"There are a lot of improvements in this life, but I don't think I've ever been as strong as I am."

[... for what?]

"Isn't it because I saw the unity of my people?"

I replied as if I were natural. I was still unable to hide my moved heart.

[Unity…….]

But once again, the soulless answer returned.

Mm-hmm?

#

Yeah, it wasn't bad.

After Lee Hyun-Seok sighed and returned, Yu maintained his self-consciousness, reflecting on his actions.

Lee Hyun-seok's expression was frustrating but did not reach a nuisance or annoying level. Gia stubbornly looked at her complexion and carefully adjusted her intensity.

Even writer Kim Kyung-suk would have given me a pass point. For now, it was more than a gobi.

... well, I guess there's been more trouble.

"Kee, what the hell are you thinking?!"

After Gia clears up, the opponent actually reveals it straight away. Seo-yerin's eyes seemed to see a complete enemy.

Gia was quite pleased with it, but kept her face hidden. Tilt your head as if you have doubts.

"What are you thinking? What do you mean, sister?"

"Why are you encouraging him!"

"Ah."

"Ah? You don't know what's going on right now, it's a huge crisis. You're an eager lion, and you're planning on throwing your whole life in the gutter, what?!"

Gia laughed, but she couldn't hide her mouth.

Hit him in the gutter? Who killed who?

In the first place, you have to be straight.

"It's my brother's" as a fiddle "crisis. Shouldn't you be telling the truth?"

"... what?"

"You need a brother as a fiddy to get to know you and work together, right? It's just not going to be that hard."

At the close of a half-tone, Seo-yerin was blocked at the moment.

"... are you done talking now?"

I should have just said this. Gia shrugs her shoulders a little.

"Well, I recently realized, sister. I think the means and purpose have changed."

Seo-yerin frowns.

"What do you mean, that?"

"So, I didn't want to be a writer in the first place."

"What?"

The young writer, who was once jealous of Seo-yerin's talent, denied it in any way.

Maintainer, who lost his word completely and was puzzled by her, added that he was still smiling.

"It's a little embarrassing. I just think I wanted to be loved by someone."

"......"

Hold still, Seo-yerin closed his mouth.

Gia said such things to her humorously.

A long time ago, raising two sisters alone made her a habit of not falling asleep.

Until the dawn of time, Gia used to go to bed and imagine a few times.

I want someone to acknowledge me and love me as I am.

I wish there was someone who encouraged me that I could do it, that I could fail.

I really tried, and now it's okay, and I want someone to comfort me.

I hope so.

A number of such wishes overlapped and overlapped. It was more delusional than I imagined that it had been made over the years.

"In fact. I knew better than anyone that it wouldn't happen."

All sorts of desires were mixed, because in the first place, it was a mess of father and mother and something more.

"Mr. Kidari", which she had read several times and worn out, was not even such a delusion.

But it is.

"I woke up, actually."

It was kind of a miracle.

In tens of thousands of manuscripts, it was Lee Hyun-Seok who found it among the crude primary cuts that so many people shook their heads.

And something really weird happened.

Gia has been strangely obsessed with being a good writer ever since. I had enough of what I was hoping for.

It's paradoxical, but meeting with writer Kim Kyung-suk made me realize that.

Gia clears her smile from her face.

"Sister, I don't care if you're not Fiddy."

No, I'm not.

"No matter what else you do, it doesn't matter what you do. You just have to stay by my side. Because that's enough for me."

"You don't understand as well as I do."

Seo-yerin felt some vivid emotion in his brother's face.

She opens her mouth, holding on to it.

"... Whatever you think, this Fiddy is an original producer."

"I know."

"He's the kind of person who gets unhappy if he doesn't make something."

"I know that too."

"Then..!"

"That's how much I'm going to fill it. Do whatever it takes."

His face faded cold.

"Hey, sister. It's the same thing to ask someone like you to bear with injustice. It's equally difficult for you, but you're just suggesting it because it's better for you."

"You're a great man, sister."

His admirable voice also cooled down.

"I want to have more on a topic that I have so much, and I don't have the courage to throw away what I already have on that topic. He's a coward, a greedy man on such a middle-aged subject."

It was, like, a kind of contempt.

"Can you tell me that, really, it was a story for you?"

"......"

Silence passed.

Maintenance did not speak any more, and Seo-yerin was also evil and could not speak any more.

Then, as the cool static sat down, two sides were added. The door to the conference room, which was only two minutes away, suddenly opened.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've been listening a little bit."

The two writers turned their heads at the same time.

Seo-yerin looks surprised, and Kee is here, with a bold face.

"I think you're talking about something interesting."

Idona shrugs in a tone that is not always the same.

"So, what happened next to him?"

"......"

It was the beginning of a mess.

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