Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 183



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 183

The daily life of Benibis Min Hyo-min, a top idol (though she is not really in first place and is in the top three every album return season, but is given the title of ‘top’ in terms of attire in the sense that she is in the first tier by industry standards), is more boring than you might think.

This is an unconvincing story for those who think that the daily lives of top idols are glamorous.

But what they overlook is that ‘glamour’ is not the opposite of ‘boring’.

Yes.

Min Hyo-min’s daily life is glamorous and at the same time… … .

boring.

“Hyomin, have you sent all the texts?”

“Oh right. I’ll send it to you quickly now… ”

At the manager’s urging, Min Hyo-min hurriedly took out her cell phone. And then I started texting uncomfortably in the shaking car.

Min Hyo-min has countless fans who pay a monthly subscription fee to receive text messages from her.

So Min Hyo-min has the tedious duty of sending a certain number of text messages per day.

Even on her daily commute to work, Min Hyo-min receives the spotlight from reporters and fans waiting with large cameras.

So Min Hyo-min has to put on full makeup on her way to work, promote the new song’s point choreography to her fans, and even prepare for the SNS challenge.

And since quite a bit of time had passed for such daily life to feel unfamiliar or difficult, Min Hyo-min now felt ‘bored’.

Therefore, the opposite of boredom is neither ‘glamorous’ nor ‘busy.’

Interesting? This is correct in the dictionary, but we need to go one step further.

It is ‘special’.

Humans feel fun, motivation, and interest from things they find special.

Therefore, there is nothing ‘special’ about Min Hyo-min’s daily life.

Others may find something special in Min Hyo-min’s daily life, but Min Hyo-min could not find anything special in her own daily life.

Dancing, singing, friendship, popularity.

Because everything has become a business.

– This is business!

– Guys! Wake! This is work! Let’s do it professionally!

– Hyomin, this is something you do for money. How difficult must it be for the staff over there? Even if it’s hard for us, just be patient…

– Are you going to do this shit in your dorm just because your feelings were hurt? hey! It’s a live broadcast later. If you’re going to be as anxious in front of the camera as you are now, hit me!

At some point, Min Hyo-min became a business person rather than an artist. He demands that everyone, including his boss, sisters, managers, and fans, do the same.

When Min Hyo-min thinks, creates, composes, and worries like an artist, she gets whipped without mercy.

However, if you work thoroughly like a business, obey each other, do what you are told, and work professionally, you will receive praise.

So, Benibis’ cutest youngest member…

Min Hyo-min, a teenage teenager in the storm…

“Hehehe… ”

She ended up evolving into Min Hyo-min, !

EP 11 – All kinds of things

The thought that Tarak Power Warrior Min Hyo-min often thinks about these days is ‘Business? There’s ‘I’ll do it if you want’ and ‘We’ve done it a long time ago, we’re doing it for the money.’

But even Min Hyo-min, who thinks there is nothing ‘special’ in this world, had one exception that she thought was special…

He was a writer.

“Hmm… … ”

Min Hyo-min quickly gave up on the romance of the idol entertainment industry after seeing her fellow trainees being kicked out like flies, but recently, the scope of that ‘freeing up’ has been expanding to the entire art world.

It’s not like there’s any particular mental trauma, and the 4th year since debut is the perfect time to think, ‘The entertainment industry sucks.’ This is something Kim Byul also experienced. (However, Kim Byeol’s symptoms have been going on for a while.)

Therefore, Min Hyo-min was being praised and undervalued, saying that there is no such thing as ‘special’ in this world, that being an idol is ultimately just repetitive work that is done as ordered from above, and that both the art and entertainment worlds are the same… … .

surprisingly.

Even from Min Hyo-min’s perspective, the writer was special.

“Hey, speaking of literary men… ”

Moonin was the most ‘special’ person Min Hyo-min knew.

It is not something special in terms of human relationships. To Min Hyo-min, writers are just best friends. My best friend is, of course, Gu Yuna!

The specialness that Min Hyo-min felt among writers was, of course, the specialness of an artist.

Moonin is the most special artist Min Hyo-min knows.

Although the artistry of great men in history cannot be felt, the artistry of writers can be vividly observed.

This strange boy of the same age captivated the greatest writers with his writing talent, became a superstar known to the entire nation, and achieved a career high of winning the Hugo Award.

He achieved such a feat with only his own talent, without any lessons or training from the company.

Looking at things like that, it becomes funny how hundreds of people work hard for months just to release an album.

But as soon as I accomplished that feat, I went underwater for several months.

I don’t know why.

But the whole country is enthusiastic,

All broadcasting stations send love calls,

Despite the tsunami of popularity that even the girl groups that large entertainment agencies spent billions on planning for several years have been unable to capture…

I just took a dive.

I really wonder what this guy is doing.

“Can you tell me what he was like when he was young?”

Therefore, it was not strange for Min Hyo-min to secretly ask this question when a writer named ‘Moon Ji-seop’ appeared as a classmate at Saebitmusun Orphanage.

And the first-year high school boy, who belatedly learns that the plain female student’s identity is Benibis Min Hyo-min, has no choice but to risk his life to answer that question.

“Ahhh… ! that?!”

At this point, 99% of Moon Ji-seop’s brain output was being used to build a virtual reality family simulation with Min Hyo-min.

However, since Moon Ji-seop was the best brainchild produced by Saebit Sky Orphanage, even 1% of output was enough to answer the question.

“Inseop… I’ve loved books ever since I was young. “I didn’t talk much, I was shy, I didn’t really exercise, and I always liked books.”

“Oh really?”

“huh. “I liked reading, I liked writing, and whenever I looked in the corner of the room, I saw Inseop reading a book in a squat-like position.”

“Oh oh… ”

Min Hyo-min imagined a mini-sized Moon In-seop, curled up in a corner of the room, reading a book. (It’s still mini size)

But I couldn’t imagine it well.

It’s not that Min Hyo-min’s academic grade is about 5 levels lower than Moon Ji-seop’s, but because the writer Min Hyo-min knew was an ‘eccentric and charismatic genius.’

“What was it like then? “Did you talk like an old man like you do now?”

“no? “I was just like other kids?”

“What about writing skills? Well, writing poetry to impress teachers… ”

“That’s not really… ”

“Is there anything a little more special… ”

Through repeated questions and answers, Min Hyo-min was able to understand the writer’s childhood in detail.

It was the appearance of ‘always wandering around the group in a dejected state, holding on to a book.’

There was no specialness or genius that Min Hyo-min expected.

disappointed.

“no way… It’s nothing special. “You’re a common bookworm.”

Min Hyo-min blurted out a word in disappointment, and Moon Ji-seop flinched when he heard it.

Surprisingly, it was not a desire to show off and give a more helpful answer to a pretty girl.

Fueled by righteous indignation at having my friend’s childhood belittled –

Ji-seop Moon actively defended the writer’s childhood.

“Inseop is not a bookworm who only reads books without any friends!”

“Well, what… !”

“Cancel that statement right now!”

“Did I say that much… ?”

Moon Ji-seop went out of his way to glorify the writer’s childhood.

There is a reason why the writer is Moon Ji-seop’s role model, but more than anything else, Moon Ji-seop’s blood is made up of the cola the writer bought him, and Moon Ji-seop’s flesh is made up of the pizza the writer bought him.

In the Bible, Moses, who led the Israelites to a land flowing with milk and honey, is called a great prophet. So then, what should we call the person who created the miracle of turning Saebit Spring Orphanage into a land of cola and pizza?

This suffices to say that the moment He was born from the egg of Zeus and a unicorn, colorful clouds rose brightly and a phoenix took flight.

It’s unfortunate that I can’t say that because the writer’s birth history is somewhat famous.

“Since Inseop was young… He was famous for being nice! “He was the best student at the orphanage, and the most popular person at school!”

“So, being a victim of school violence… ”

“It’s true that I was bullied because I was an orphan! We fought 2-3 and won easily! “There were two people on Inseop’s side!”

“Well, I see… ”

“I went to church faithfully, always went to bed on time and woke up on time, and, well, even after I became successful, I donated a lot to the orphanage! Anyway, that’s it!”

Min Hyo-min slowly took a step back as she saw Moon Ji-seop suddenly stepping on the accelerator.

Moon Ji-seop, who saw that scene, shed tears of blood on the inside, but was proud of the thought that he had maintained his loyalty to his friend.

This happened 5 minutes before the .

* * *

“You, get out of our club.”

“… !!!”

Moon Ji-seop, who heard the deportation sentence the next day after joining the club, looked bewildered.

I secretly avoided those vain and sorrowful eyes that conveyed the sadness of the ruin of the country.

I didn’t want to do this either.

But…

“It’s not … ”

“What’s wrong with that?”

The main motto of the Popular Culture and Arts Research Club is

However, as long as you have a minimum of conscience, you must do ‘art’.

Genre doesn’t matter. Writers, actors, and idols came together to write a web novel, but what kind of genre was it?

However, Ji-seop Moon was an aspiring novelist like me, and he majored in creative writing.

Verification of literary qualifications was essential.

– Write just one poem. The format doesn’t matter, the topic matters… no. That would be more difficult. So would you like to write a poem about love? Don’t be too nervous. It’s not like you’ll be kicked out of the club just because you didn’t do it…

Literally. It makes no sense to kick someone out of a club just because they can’t write poetry. If you don’t know something, shouldn’t you just learn it?

Therefore, I did not punish Ji-seop Moon by being expelled from the club because he was bad at writing poetry.

The poem written by Ji-seop Moon was just like “Expulsion from the Club.”

There is a difference between making a joke that degrades someone’s appearance and dissing someone who has already been degraded.

The biggest difference is that it’s not my fault, it’s that bastard’s fault.

“You just leave the club. Go to Baekhak Arts High School. “That’s right.”

“You’re speaking too harshly!”

“What’s worse is your poetry.”

, a lyric poem of conversion by Moon Ji-seop, a man crazy about love.

The moment she read it, Kim Byeol, who had a friendly smile on her face, had a straight face, and Gu Yuna, who rarely changes her expression, frowned as if she were a vicious person.

Min Hyo-chan is still rolling around on the floor and laughing to the point of difficulty breathing, and Min Hyo-min could not bear the shame of sympathy and ran away.

I tried to recall “Love, It’s Love” again, but I couldn’t recall the poem because my brain had removed the memory on its own to prevent mental contamination.

However, the moment I saw the words written on the paper, I clearly remembered wanting to rip my eyes out.

If not being able to write is a sin, then Moon Ji-seop is the world’s greatest traitor.

And in Munchanggwa, that is a crime.

But doesn’t this heinous felon question things like this without even knowing what he did wrong?

“Well, then Inseop, you try it! “Please show me an example of good poetry!”

I gave a clear answer to this traitor’s statement.

“why me?”

“???”

“I’m majoring in prose.”

The Department of Creative Writing at Baekhak Arts Middle School is divided into a prose major and a verse major. To put it simply, I major in fiction and major in poetry.

And Ji-seop Moon was a verse major. There is a reason why I told this guy to try writing poetry.

“Why did you apply for verse…? ?”

“… … “Because poetry seems easier than novels.”

It is a common misconception that poetry is easier than novels. This is because novels are long and poems are short.

However, the reason the poem is short is because it condenses long content into a few sentences.

Therefore, there is no meaning in distinguishing between novels and poems.

Literally, it was an idea that only an outsider would do, ‘preparing for a cram entrance exam and trying to fill up the practical score with plausible nonsense.’

The moment I heard those words, I realized that Moon Ji-seop was such an outsider.

“… … “How did you pass?”

“me. Grade 1 grade. sign. Difficulty.”

“You’re causing a plague… ”

How terrifying and terrible an idea is this, to pass through Baekhak Arts High School with good grades even though you can’t even write?

It could truly be said to be an idea that only a group of shaman enemies walking on the path of Sima Ma had.

But I really couldn’t kick Moon Ji-seop out of the club because the reason why he went to Baekhak Arts High School was so obvious.

It’s a bit embarrassing, but… … .

Of course, isn’t it because of ‘me’?

I wasn’t so obsessed with the genius of this body that I kicked out the guy who had followed me to the art school.

However, that genius is also a trick of time, and the reason Moon Ji-seop admires me is ‘If only someone had told me to study when I was a little younger…’ The problem is that he only granted his own wish.

Yes.

Actually, I am a no-nonsense person.

This opportunity made me realize that even more keenly. I am not a genius novelist that the whole country is worried about, but I am just a student of literature who has lived a somewhat sad and humble life.

Therefore, I am not Moon Ji-seop’s colleague, but his senior.

So, we have a duty to turn this guy into a human being.

Or, before it’s too late, go down a different path rather than literature.

‘I can’t do this, if I don’t do something quickly… ‘

That moment when I looked at the bomb that was Moon Ji-seop with such harsh feelings.

The sliding door of the club room opened with a sound closer to a ‘bang’ rather than a ‘sudden’ sound.

Everyone looked at the entrance in shock.

And there…

“Did you show up?! A man of letters!”

Red eyes flashing white.

A madman with a Taoist beard and improved hanbok.

Park Chang-woon was panting heavily and grinning.

* * *

The biggest victim of the writer’s seclusion for several months was not Lim Yang-wook or Koo Hak-jun, but Park Chang-woon. First of all, that is my argument.

The reason for this is as follows.

First, the moment the news of the writer’s Hugo Award was announced, Park Chang-woon got up from the table with the force of overturning it and roared like this.

“Oh my, that’s great, my baby!”

If there were no son, daughter-in-law, and two grandchildren at the table, it would not have been a particularly problematic statement. Unfortunately, it wasn’t.

Under the cold gaze of his family, especially his grandchildren, Park Chang-woon froze in the same position he was uppercutting in the air.

“… … ”

“… … ”

“… … my baby?”

In any case, Park Chang-woon, who drove nails into the hearts of so many people, became a traitor and had to be severely beaten by his grandchildren’s rat-sized fists.

An old man being beaten is more sad than a husband being beaten. Park Chang-woon looked depressed as he received punches from his grandchildren.

But a high school student who won a Hugo Award?

If you can tolerate this, you are not Park Chang-woon.

Park Chang-woon coolly submitted his resignation in front of the chairman.

“mind! Baek Yi-hyun! “You’re going to hit me!”

“yes?!”

A sudden resignation letter hit Chairman Baek Yi-hyeon!

* * *

The reason why Chairman Baek Yi-hyun (a chaebol) is so obsessed with the crazy Park Chang-woon, who barges into the chairman’s house (a faculty training center) early in the morning and throws his resignation letter in his face, is not only because he was Baek Yi-hyun’s professor in college.

Surprisingly, Park Chang-woon, head of the Department of Creative Writing, is quite an important figure among the Baekhak Arts.

The most important role played by Park Chang-woon.

That’s it… … .

It is ‘existence’.

“Professor, I don’t know what’s going on, but could you please think again… ”

“mind! done! How can I catch someone who has already left my heart? “I hope everything goes well in the future!”

‘That’s what I should have said, you crazy person…’ ‘

Chairman Baek Yi-hyun’s thoughts are correct. Park Chang-woon is crazy. He is so crazy that he brought in a presidential candidate who started a budget fight with the department and asked him to ‘increase the budget.’

It can literally be said to be a walking nuclear bomb.

And nuclear bombs are strategic weapons.

Just hiring a person who can make a buster call to summon a presidential candidate when angry helps block interference in political relations.

In particular, Park Chang-woon served as Minister of Culture.

It doesn’t matter that he was fired after just one week due to an abusive language scandal.

It really doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if it’s a week or a second. Park Chang-woon was now a former civil servant who would hear the title ‘Minister’ from civil servants until his death.

And just as ‘kidnapping’ is followed by ‘imprisonment’, ‘courtesy’ is followed by ‘courtesy’.

This is an extremely natural ‘common sense’, just like a river flows and a waterfall falls.

It is the law that calls for less courtesy to military officials, but courtesy to military officials comes from morality, not law.

The people of Joseon, who had rites, music, music, and literary style engraved in their DNA, could not reject such a categorical imperative.

How can everything be handled according to strict laws without organizing relationships between seniors and juniors? It is the custom of Western barbarians who devote themselves to mechanical engineering.

Therefore, if you are a merchant doing business in Joseon, you must uphold the principles of business, agriculture, and industry, and keep a close eye on former public officials, whether they are outside directors or advisors, by selling them business cards.

In this way, you can avoid the strict government office’s hair-raising hammer.

In particular, the presence of a former official like Park Chang-woon is even more essential in a private school foundation like this, which is no different from the Baekhak Group’s official money laundering center.

That was the reason why Baek Yi-hyeon was holding on to the leg of his pants.

“Professor, is it possible that someone made you feel bad…” ”

“Do I look like an idiot who is throwing in his resignation letter because something disgraceful has happened to me?”

Baek Yi-hyeon could not bear to answer ‘yes’. It’s not because I respect my heavenly teacher, but because if I get caught wrongly in a tax audit, I could end up in trouble.

Baek Yi-hyeon just held back tears miserably.

Perhaps feeling sorry for his disciple, Park Chang-woon smiled kindly and scolded Baek Yi-hyeon.

“Lee Hyeon-ah. Didn’t I tell you? “I wish you all the best in the future.”

“yes… ”

“Are you willing to do it?”

Since Park Chang-woon said that, Baek Yi-hyeon also relaxed, thinking that there must be something going on.

“Yes, Professor. It’s unfortunate, but I hope you’re safe wherever you go. You’re not retiring at all, are you?”

“Aida. “It’s a child.”

“thank god. Then, if there is anything I can help you with, please contact me at any time-”

“Then help me get a job.”

“?”

Baek Yi-hyun, who had not expected the contact to come this quickly, had a momentary pause in his brain.

To Baek Yi-hyeon, job seeker Park Chang-woon smiled shyly and asked for a job.

“me. “Can you appoint me as a teacher at Baekhak Arts High School?”

“… … ”

That day, Chairman Baek Yi-hyeon felt serious fear at the fact that he would have to work with this person in the future.

* * *

“Is this a new workplace? !”

Park Chang-woon’s ‘job change’ went smoothly. Since Baekhak Arts High School and Baekhak Arts High School were adjacent to each other with a wall, he was literally moving into the house next door.

However, unlike being the king of Baekhak Arts High School’s writing department, Park Chang-woon was just a new teacher at Baekhak Arts High School.

So, Park Chang-woon politely greeted Baekhak Arts High School’s creative writing and department chair at a 90-degree angle.

“Hello, I’m Park Chang-woon, a new teacher.”

“Ahhhh teacher, please don’t do this, please ahhhhh-”

Baekhak Arts High School’s Moon Chang-gwa, the department head, bowed to the point of falling to his knees, making a sound that was more like a scream than an answer.

Since the angle was over 90 degrees, it was mathematically a victory for Park Chang-woon.

Park Chang-woon, who finished reorganizing the ranks with a single greeting, took over the literary arts department at Baekhak Arts High School.

And he appointed himself as the homeroom teacher for first-grade students in Munchang.

“Thank you, I will be the first grade homeroom teacher. Isn’t it true that the youngest usually does the hardest work? “Hehe.”

As soon as Park Chang-woon swooped in with his butt, the stone that was stuck in it quickly retreated. Indeed, this was the virtue of filial piety in giving up one’s seat to an elderly person.

“Phew… !”

And there is a writer in the first year of the literary arts department at Baekhak Arts High School.

Yes.

Park Chang-woon succeeded in stalking the writer.

Even graduation could not make the writer escape from Park Chang-woon’s grasp.

And considering that Park Chang-woon is actually a person who receives orders from university professor Gu

If you bite me once, I won’t let you go.

Whoever controls high school controls the entrance exam. Park Chang-woon will do whatever it takes to send writers to a ‘specific university.’

Then, their terrible plan was for Koo Hak-jun to catch the pass, dribble hard, and then take him to graduate school.

Park Chang-woon, the action leader of Gu Hak-jun’s gang, was fooled and followed the writer all the way to Baek Hak Arts High School.

And on the day of the entrance ceremony, I was very excited at the thought of grinning and grabbing the writer and shouting, ‘I got you, you bastard!’

If I had known that I wouldn’t see the writer for several months, I wouldn’t have laughed so hard.

* * *

Elderly people with hearing loss naturally have louder voices. This is because you have no idea how loud your own voice is.

Fortunately, Park Chang-woon’s hearing was intact even in his old age.

However, because of his personality, he had a loud voice even when he was young.

And his personality became more and more nasty, and the decibel of his voice gradually rose like a crescendo.

Therefore, the decibel of Park Chang-woon’s voice is updated every moment. Today’s Park Chang-un is stronger than yesterday’s Park Chang-un!

Park Chang-woon took a deep breath, filled with sorrow and regret from the past few months.

And then, the lion’s hoo.

“mind – !!!”

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu… !”

The writer experienced hallucinations as if the club room was being torn apart and Park Chang-woon’s Taoist beard was spreading out like a lion’s mane due to the majesty of a Buddhist temple’s temple bell ringing and a cry filled with beastliness like the roar of a wild beast.

Park Chang-woon overpowered the writer with just his voice, and like Team Rocket chasing a runaway Pokémon, he approached with great strides and caught the writer.

“Gotcha! “You guy!”

I caught it, but it came close to catching someone.

The writer, who had barely escaped the shock, looked at Park Chang-woon.

“S-Why are you here… !”

“I followed you.”

Of course the writer thought it was a joke, but he felt uneasy that it might not be a joke.

And the latter was correct.

As a serious stalker who chased after a student and even changed jobs, Park Chang-woon told a story like a stalker who caught a target who had been running away for several months would say.

“Where on earth have you been, what have you been doing, and why haven’t you seen my nose?”

“S-sorry… ”

“Don’t apologize, just answer. “If you don’t answer straight, you will become a corpse.”

The Danso held by Park Chang-woon enhanced the persuasiveness of the Byeonsache drip.

However, since everyone in the club room was in a state of fainting, confusion, and paralysis after the death just now, it seemed like there was no one who could save the writer.

However, Gu Yu-na, who has immunity to abnormal status, calmly greeted her despite the fearsome spiritual pressure of Park Chang-woon.

“hello.”

“huh? Oh, our Yuna was there too. How have you been?”

Gu Yu-na is a first grader and Park Chang-woon is her homeroom teacher. I see it every day of the week. So when she asked how you were, she was asking how you were during the weekend.

And Gu Yuna shook her head, as she hadn’t been doing very well over the past weekend.

“and? “What’s going on?”

Gu Yuna gestured at the writer.

Park Chang-woon’s face was distorted like a vicious murderer. His hand, which was holding the writer’s shoulder, was also strained.

“The writer said he couldn’t get along because he was scolded?”

“yes.”

“What did Moonin do?”

“I didn’t do anything, I just… ”

Sensing an ominous premonition, the writer tried to silence Gu Yuna, but he was one step too late.

Gu Yuna continued speaking calmly.

“Seeing the person who kicked me being depressed… I also felt bad. I didn’t think so… ”

“ah.”

Park Chang-woon quietly took his hand away from the writer.

And I took a step back little by little.

“ah? iced coffee. ah… hmm. okay. I see That was it, like that, um. So you did? Umm. Yes. hmm… ”

Park Chang-woon rattled out a few words like a broken radio, but then ran away, unable to accept the confusing reality.

“that… I’ll stop paying. “Do your best in club activities.”

Gu Yuna answered calmly.

“yes.”

Park Chang-woon opened the sliding door and quickly ran away.

Gu Yuna, who had defeated the enemy general, looked around the club room, which was engulfed in silence.

“Shall we begin the activity?”

The literary man nodded with an expression that had even his soul broken.