Great Novelist

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He asked me how I was doing. I wondered what I would have done during the summer vacation.

“What are you doing? Going to school. I applied for an after-school class. ”

Seonhua says, and then her backpack sits behind her.

“Have you been there today? ”

“Sure. I’ll be gone for the weekend. ”

“That must be hard.”

“But I’m not leaving early in the morning, so that’s fine. ”

Spring, when he looked at Australia, said. There’s a briefcase behind her back.

“You’re going too. ”

“Half is different. I can’t keep up. ”

There was no humiliation or reliance on the face of spring to say so. It’s natural to be in the right class for you.

“You and Baron go to school together, right? ”

Seonghwa asked, Seogwang attended the English language academy and Baron went back to the art academy as he entered the Death Race. They both made decisions based on their own career paths.

“How’s the art school? You having fun?”

“Sometimes my arm hurts, but it’s fun. ”

“Do you draw things like Venus? ”

“I draw.”

“Agrippa?”

“Yes.”

It was Baron who answered the questions of curious children. In the meantime, there was a beverage requested by Australia. I drank a sip. The peach scent spread in my mouth.

When I put it on in the straw, Barron asked.

“What have you been doing? ”

The children all looked at themselves. He said without saying a word.

“I wrote. ”

“Hey, what a doorman. ”

Seogwang exaggerated. He smiled and replied.

“I think you did, too. ”

He could see them writing while acting as a gatekeeper. They really enjoyed writing. So I wouldn’t let go of the vacation at all.

He looked bored, proving that he was right.

“I get scared sometimes. ”

“That’s what Australia is all about. ”

Spring agreed quietly by my side. Seogwang shakes his head, accustomed to it, and Baron shrugs.

He asked Sunhwa.

“What did you write? ”

She smiles proudly as if she was waiting.

“I’m a scribe! I’m almost done with the second book. Teacher Moon’s gonna get you some more candy. ”

“I’m in the third volume. ”

Spring lifted her hand and said. Then Seongwang smiled and replied.

“Hey, I’m almost done for the second time too. ”

“Huh? I thought you were slow. With him.”

“Proof that you didn’t waste any time. ”

He doesn’t like being caught up with him, so he narrows his eyebrows a bit. Knowing that, Seongwang smiled even more bitterly. He’s gonna get one of those. Spring asked as he thought so.

“Lord, how much have you done? ”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

He replied, thinking of a copy that would be left somewhere in the room.

“Still the first volume. ”

“Huh?”

He left the children with a surprising face and drank another cup of iced tea. Again, there was a rich peach scent. It was delicious.

“You wrote it. What did you do without dying? ”

“You must have written something else. ”

Seogwang’s jaw twitches and mutters.

“I didn’t ask you. ”

“I answered the question because it was too obvious. What do you say?”

Spring said as Sunhwa and Seogwang were bewildered.

“Dr. Moon said that speed is not important. ”

“Even so. Doesn’t it make too much difference? You can use it in no time. ”

I looked at him with the eyes that he couldn’t understand. He said without changing his face.

“I’m trying to do something else. ”

“What the hell? ”

He continued to ponder for a moment the gaze that gathered on him.

“Like a relationship counseling session. ”

“Queek.”

Someone coughs a lot. I didn’t see who was coughing.

The two girls asked with gleaming eyes.

“Love!”

“Who?”

Baron seemed interested, too. He smiled and said, with a strong look on his face.

“It’s hard to hear without tears. I don’t want you to cry. ”

Including Seogwang. Drying the strongly repulsive children was sloppy as expected.

“Yes, it’s not fun to listen to other people’s romance stories. Let’s just talk about the book. Did you hear the news? ”

“What? Get out of the way. I need to hear a relationship. ”

“You say it’s hard to hear without tears. I don’t want to cry. ”

“Since when are you so sentimental? ”

After resisting to the end of the line, Seongwang forcefully took out the horse to turn the subject.

“Coincidental new writer coming out! ”

I was trying to change the subject, but should I consider this a success or a failure? I can feel the interest of Seonhua heading that way.

“A coincidence? It hasn’t been that long since the birdstream. ”

“Shouldn’t be more than a year. ”

Spring said, stuttering memory. Seogwang nods.

“That’s why it’s even more amazing. What a coincidence that such a brilliant writer brought Korea to his debut in less than a year! ”

“Are you sure about that? ”

“The number one search ranking right now is coincidence. I got a story this morning. Only you wouldn’t know.”

It was Barron who drew the suspicion of propaganda. He quietly searched on his phone faster than anyone else. He doesn’t need to find much. He’s on the main story.

Preparing for the next 17-year-old coincidence writer.

“Wow, it’s real. ”

Shenzhen mutters, holding Baron’s cell phone in her hand. He knew a knight was coming today. The publisher has agreed to promote it early.

“The publisher is making adjustments to the publication date. I thought I’d be a little late for my next one. ”

Baron said that as he read the article. He looked at him quietly and asked.

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why did you think you’d be out so late? ”

He replied with a look on his face, “Why would I ask you something like that?”

“Big success comes with big burdens. What are you geniuses talking about? Can you make the next one easy? ”

Baron spoke while taking the phone handed to him by the painter. On the screen, there were several words for genius. Genius. That’s a common word for a coincidence writer’s article.

“I’ve written and I know it. How hard it is. ”

It was the Lord who received the letter from him. The only writing he ever wrote when he came to the door.

“Honestly, I thought I could write quickly. Well, I don’t mean to imply that, but that’s the image. I thought a little practice would make it easier. I’ve used a lot of flu. ”

“But?”

“It’s not like writing flu. ”

It’s not like writing flu from school. Making up your own story was not something you could say.

Baron thought of the first article he submitted. My face was burning just thinking about it. It was too immature. Expressing the story I had drawn in my head in sentences was as difficult as making the melody that came to my head into a song.

“Moreover, shame is random. I feel naked in the middle of the square. You don’t feel that way when you have the flu. It’s just a sentence. I don’t know what it looks like inside me. ”

Baron looks a little puzzled and says as he finishes his story.

“So accidental writers are really great. I would have endured that difficult and embarrassing process at that young age again. ”

He thought for a moment and said as if to put it down.

“Coincidence is genius. ”

“What kind of a genius are you? Maybe a few times more sensitive than we are. Then it will be several times more painful. ”

“That’s an unusual idea. ”

“I see.”

“Crisis doesn’t suit genius. It’s easy to do anything. That’s why I’m jealous. ”

“Yes, it is. Somehow I don’t think that’s a coincidence. His writings are dangerous. Maybe that’s why. ”

He kept his mouth shut for a moment and thought about what to say, and finally, all he could do was complain.

“What a coincidence that you’re such a fan. ”

“Whatever. ”

“Yes!”

I got interrupted.

“Coincidence is a natural writer. Work harder so you don’t lose, too. What the hell are you doing? Write. ”

“Oh, by the way, I was talking about romance! ”

“Ah.”

“Spacecraft! Speak quickly. Do I know you? ”

“Hey, here’s another article. ”

“Get out of my way. ”

This is the sloth I’ve been dragging around with my hands. He drank iced tea looking at the crazy scene.

*

“Tastes like work. ”

At that time, there was another person who was happy with the news of the next coincidence, and that was the publishing agent backbutterfly.

She was singing a nostril inside. It was because of his anticipation that he would meet his beloved author’s new work sooner than he thought.

It was a coincidence that the next book of writers would be out before the end of summer. Before the end of this hot summer, a genius novelist can hold onto a new story of coincidence. Before the end of the summer.

So you can’t sing your nostrils. How can I not be excited?

Moreover, the response to traces of birds was not bad. The butterfly remembers that day. The day I introduced my work to Molly. He reads the original sample in a snap and says:

“Oh my God.”

Oh, my god.

The Molly. That veteran agent Molly said so. That’s what Molly said, as well as the goal of a butterfly carrying the work of numerous novelists. I felt an overwhelming excitement in those three letters. Beyond those calm, radiant eyes was a lot of joy as an agent who was happy to meet a new writer.

Butterflies talked about writing and writers with the hearts of parents boasting their children.

“This is from when I was 16. ”

“Amazing.”

“Yes. In fact, South Korea is already a fluke. I want to spread this wind around the world. ”

“· · · · · · · This goes right ahead. ”

Molly picked up her cell phone and called her agency.

Agent speed is life. Translation manuscripts reached out to him and were forwarded to various partner agencies in each country. The offer pours down like water on the day the manuscript was sprinkled. Netherlands, France, Japan, China, Italy, Spain, Germany, etc. It was a very fast and explosive reaction.

And finally.

An offer came in from the American publisher I was hoping to see. It wasn’t just a publisher either. Even on behalf of the United States of America, with a world-renowned reputation, Fernand is not exaggerated.

Butterflies scream on the spot.

End of story spread

lim Han-baek