Became a Genius Writer the Popular Actresses Is Obsessed With - Became a Genius Writer the Popular Actresses Is Obsessed With chapter 49

49 – Career (4)

Han Dong-Hun couldn’t understand what he was looking at.

What is certain, however, is that a male student named Seo Eun-woo wrote down two pages of A4 paper in less than 30 minutes.

Yes…….

I don’t know yet.

At that time, Han Dong-hun had this thought.

Unless you carefully read the contents of this exam paper, you will not be able to define a male student named Seo Eun-woo.

That’s why Han Dong-hoon felt like he had to read the first part of the story Eun-woo Seo conceived.

…… The first line of the test paper read:

─The grandmother in the picture was also someone’s mother.

The cold winter has arrived and the first snow has finally fallen. The whole world, including the floor and the sky, turned white, and for some reason an old woman took a broom and went out into the alley in front of her house.

She continued to sweep the broom to clear the snow that was blocking her stride.

Unfortunately.

Even if you clean it up and clean it up again.

The snow falling from the sky turned the road she had swept white again.

As she kept repeating her meaningless action, a man in a police uniform hurriedly approached her.

Police: (looking worried) What are you doing!

Grandma: What are you doing? I was sweeping my eyes. My son had a big slip in the snow when he was little. I have to go to school now, but I have to hurry up and clean it up.

The police were speechless at her grandmother’s words.

Because the cop in front of her was her son.

And the police were obviously old. It was already past the age of going to school.

Then why?

Grandma said her son had to go to school and she said she had to clear the snow?

…… She had dementia

Now, her condition was so serious that even the son in front of her couldn’t properly recognize her.

So when the police heard her grandmother’s words, she immediately brought tears to her eyes.

Actually, the reason why his eyes were red might be because his mother was suffering from dementia, but there were other reasons as well.

The policeman lowered her head and recalled the image of her mother in the past.

She was always hard on her young son. Since she is from a single parent family, it seems that she did it to raise her son to be strong.

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But from her son’s point of view, his mother’s harsh treatment of him kept piling up his sorrow.

Then one day, when the student police officer left the house to go to school, he felt something strange.

That is, all the snow that was supposed to be piled up in the alley in front of the house had been cleared away.

At that time, the police thought that the uncle next door had cleaned it up and passed the road unintentionally, but now, after hearing the words of her dementia-stricken grandmother, she realizes the whole truth.

Her grandmother always felt guilty and apologetic towards her son for her harsh treatment.

So, every snowy day, she swept her eyes away from her son so that he would not fall again on the slope, and even now, when he was unable to recognize him due to her dementia, she kept her eyes on her son so that he would not fall again. It was sweeping

Her grandmother felt her puzzlement at the cop with her head down and she stared blankly at him.

Perhaps because it was cold, the police sniffed at her and told her grandmother.

Police: That… I don’t know. The son

But for some reason, her grandmother smiled broadly at the policeman’s blunt words.

Grandma: You don’t have to know. My son just needs to keep from slipping.

After her clear words, the police fell silent.

Then the police took off her overcoat and threw it over the shoulders of her mother, her grandmother, who was still sweeping the floor.

Grandmother: (Her eyes widen) It must be cold…….

In the warm goodwill of the police, her grandmother looked at the police with her concerned face.

In response, her policeman gave her a bitter smile and gently hugged her.

He said, holding his old mother’s hand.

Police: You can put it away now. Son… I never fell. Thanks to my mother, I haven’t fallen once on a snowy day since that day.

Grandma: (with a look full of joy) Really? I’m so glad.

Duk-

In an instant, a gray dot bloomed on the white floor.

It was water formed when the heart of the police officer who was frozen in sorrow melted like snow.

So…….

They looked at each other for a while and smiled.

Have different feelings,

Though we think of different people.

It is clear……

Two smiles are just……

We only felt warm towards each other.

The story the male student created ended there.

“… ….”

At some point, Han Dong-hoon read all the stories written by Seo Eun-woo.

After reading it, even now, for some reason, he couldn’t forget his words.

The story created by the male student gave Han Dong-Hun something beyond warmth and emotion.

Is there a story that uses pictures and suggested words better than this one?

What’s even more absurd here is that the boy created a story of this level in just 30 minutes.

Han Dong-Hoon couldn’t define a male student accurately before reading this article.

However, it seemed that he was getting a little lost now.

He remembered a few months ago.

On that day, there was a meeting with Song Ha-yul, the chairman of Hallim Arts High School.

Last year, thanks to the 927 artist, the popularity of the video production department skyrocketed.

As a result, the competition rate naturally increased, and many high-level students entered the school.

So, Song Ha-yul, who was curious about the level of the video production department this year, asked Han Dong-hoon, who was in charge of their major.

─Were there any students who stood out enough to reach the writer later?

It seemed like he was asking because of the scholarship issue.

She was a person who liked her talented students and considered it her duty to nurture them.

However, at her question, Han Dong-hun could only shake his head with a bitter smile.

There were definitely some students who stood out, but if the criteria were 927 writers, the story would of course be different.

Song Ha-yul murmured softly with an expression of regret at Han Dong-hun’s infidelity.

—I see… …. After all, it was my greed to want a student who could stand on an equal footing with the author.

In fact, Han Dong-hun at that time also had no choice but to sympathize with her words, and at the same time felt a bit regretful.

Because the writer who became the future of the students could have become the person who could take away the future of the students.

The fact that there is a person with overwhelming talent in one field also means that there is no choice but to be compared with that person.

Perhaps that fact will come as a great frustration to the students of the video production department.

Perhaps all incoming students will feel such negative feelings…….

But…….

‘Chairman. I was here.’

Han Dong-hun saw.

One day I saw a genius who would stand shoulder to shoulder with the 927 writer.

Yes.

Maybe……

‘There was just a student here who would surpass that author!’

Unbeknownst to him, Donghun Han was smiling brightly.

And he was sure.

One day, a male student named Seo Eun-woo will come with a huge wind.

***

Before I left the classroom, I remembered the supervisor’s face, and I was worried about something.

That must have been a look of sympathy, right?

“Write… What did I really do wrong?”

I’m sure he didn’t snore and he wasn’t cheating, but I’m not sure…….

“Oh, it’s the wrist.”

Anyway, what was certain was that my wrist was terribly sore.

Well, it’s abnormal that I haven’t been sick since I’ve been writing nonstop for almost 30 minutes.

By the way, this was because of a bad habit from my previous life.

I get so immersed in the moment I write that I write without noticing the passage of time.

Perhaps at that moment, even if a car honked right next to me, I wouldn’t be able to hear it.

And because of this, I was a little afraid that the exam time would have passed since I had just finished writing the story.

But when I finished writing it down, only 30 minutes had passed.

If you think about it, it seemed like it took that much because it was only one cut scene, less than the first episode of the drama.

“How was your interview?”

“I almost choked to death. The person in the center seems to be the chairman, but I am really afraid of dogs.”

It was then.

I suddenly heard the conversation of the other students waiting next to me.

“Can I give you one interview tip?”

“Oh? I would appreciate it if you could teach me.”

“Never make eye contact with the chairman. Your hair will go white if you really make eye contact.”

“…… Is that enough?”

I’m not sure if that statement is an advanced psychological warfare to keep other test takers in check or advice from real experience.

What……

─Seo Eun-woo, an examinee. Get ready and move on to the next room.

I’m sure we’ll find out soon.

It felt a bit different from when the story was composed.

I took the test with a comfortable mind because it was a field I was confident in, but I still don’t know about this one.

I can only pray for myself to do well.

When I opened the door and entered the room, there were teachers sitting in the center of the room for an interview. And in the center, for some reason, there was someone whose eyes were unusual.

If director Yoo Yeon-jeong is like a fox, is this an eagle…….

That person is Song Ha-yul, the chairman of Hanbit Arts High School.

Um……

But that’s it.

“… ….”

Why do you keep glaring at me?

Anyway, the words of the test taker who gave me tips in the waiting room seemed not to be lying.