Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 185



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 185

It was while I was among those working in the publishing industry that I heard the news that Professor Hakjun Koo had been selected as a candidate for the Booker International Longlist.

Lim Yang-wook, who had been promoted to an executive at Baekhak Bookstore, had expanded the publication management department through old contacts, and he tried to introduce me to those people.

So, after buying beef, I went out and was surrounded by people in suits.

Lim Yang-wook, who had already become a high-ranking person, was sitting at the head of the dinner party.

As soon as he saw me enter the room while being guided by the staff, he patted the cushion next to him.

“Oh, are you here? “Please come here.”

“… … “Why are there so many people?”

“I said I bought meat for you, but I didn’t say it wasn’t for a company dinner.”

“I fell for another dirty trick… … .”

Even though I grumbled, I sat down and pretended not to be able to win. Because he had no sin in meat.

Yangwook Lim patted my shoulder and introduced me to people.

“These people here are the sales department, no, the sales staff. There are people who worked with me in the past, and there are also new professionals sent by Baekhak Entertainment. “Greetings.”

“hello.”

Yangwook Lim then introduced me to people.

“This little high school student here is called a writer. “I won a Hugo Award.”

“Wow! clap!”

Team leader Kim Ga-ryung, a treacherous during the reign and a treacherous during difficult times, quickly took control of the atmosphere.

People applauded and rejoiced at the Hugo Award as if it were their own.

I nodded and expressed my gratitude.

The expression was expressionless.

Because I wasn’t happy.

The literary award that made me the happiest was the Baekhak Literary Award, which I won a long time ago. The literary award symbolized the end of my long period of failure and the recognition that the literary world had accepted me as an officially established novelist.

However, what was included in the Hugo Award was Lim Yang-wook’s business strategy and the fatigue of the long media play he experienced in the United States. There is no beauty there.

so.

Without much inspiration, I ate grilled meat next to Yangwook Lim.

However, I had to give decent answers to the questions that came my way from time to time, and even though I did my best to ask each person one question, there were never too many questions.

Suddenly, I wonder when the number of people under Lim Yang-wook’s control increased so much.

“It’s a release copy… “Didn’t you say you were the CEO of some kind of in-house venture last time?”

“The release version is that in-house venture. “On the document it is written as BH Agency, and when read, it is read as Baekhak Bookstore Publication Management Headquarters.”

“It’s complicated.”

“What do you know about our efforts to steal the country’s money!”

“Was it shoeing after all? … .”

At that time, team leader Kim Ga-ryung, who was grilling meat, was sweating profusely.

A scream of admiration and shock was heard from a corner of the table.

“Woah!”

“Yikes!”

Lim Yang-wook was startled and dropped the meat he was holding.

“Who raises their voice like this in front of sacred beef? why? What?”

“Now the first round of nominations for the Booker Prize have been announced… Writer Koo Hak-jun was selected!”

The excitement quickly spread throughout the table. They were all in the publishing industry, and Koo Hak-jun was currently under contract with Baekhak Bookstore, so it wasn’t an accident at someone else’s house.

The gathering place quickly became a festive atmosphere.

In the midst of the noisy festival, Lim Yang-wook barely managed to ask a question.

“what? “What was chosen?”

The Booker Prize is an award given to books, not authors.

The employee who received the director’s question hurriedly turned his attention to the news on his cell phone screen.

However, the answer came out of my mouth first.

“… … Silver Moon?”

The answer that I blurted out without thinking penetrated the gap in the commotion.

I had no idea that my voice could be heard so clearly even in the noisy environment.

As soon as people heard me, they suddenly stopped.

And as if waiting for the results of an audition program, he stared at the employee holding the cell phone.

“Si, Silver Moon… ! you’re right!”

“… !!!”

Bright eyes pouring in in an instant.

People’s eyes sparkled as if they had caught a glimpse of a genius in me.

I was so embarrassed that I grabbed Lim Yang-wook…

Lim Yang-wook’s eyes were not much different.

“Oh, how did you know…?” ?”

“… … .”

How do you know? How do you know?

You know because last time it was .

“… … What can I say? I guess I could say that I felt that way. “I have always thought that this work would win a big prize someday.”

“You really are a genius… … !”

EP 11-All kinds

For the first time in a while, he acted as a prophet on the subject of a worthless time traveler who did not even know the lottery numbers.

Yes.

It has already happened that Koo Hak-jun’s novel “Silver Moon” was nominated for the Booker Prize.

Therefore, when I heard the news, the thought that came to mind was not surprise, but ‘Oh, was that this year?’

But looking back, I feel a belated surprise.

It is a surprise that ‘something that already happened happened without change.’

“Will masterpieces emerge someday?” … .”

Masterpieces receive good reviews. It may seem obvious at first glance, but I find it very difficult.

The literature student who was so excited after winning the Baekhak Literary Award became an indifferent novelist even after winning the Hugo Award.

Not because he became an arrogant genius who was accustomed to fame and glory, but because he realized that even that was an illusion.

Looking back, a lot of things began to change when Eisaku Shidehara failed to win the Booker International Prize.

I learned that even the judges of the world’s most prestigious literary prizes are driven by political interests, not beauty.

Eisaku Shidehara lived for several more years. And during those few years, he supported numerous artists and wrote a completely new novel.

‘A beautiful thing in itself’.

I still carry Shidehara’s last new work. The era is so good that it’s not that heavy if you put it in your phone and carry it around. Although smartphones are the biggest factor in killing the publishing industry.

In addition to this, numerous changes have occurred.

The reason I use the word birth is because the change I brought about gave birth to change, and that change gave birth to new change.

Such changes cannot be counted or dared to be measured. It is truly a world in which everything is changing.

The fact that Koo Hak-jun’s ‘Silver Moon’ regained its destiny in the midst of such changes may not seem surprising, but it was actually something that should have been surprising.

I decided to re-read ‘Silver Moon’ to be surprised at least in hindsight.

It seems to have been a novel that dealt with racial issues using a human being with blue skin due to Argyria… … .

It was a masterpiece, and it was written 10 years ago, so it was a novel that would definitely exist somewhere on my bookshelf.

However, since I am under confinement these days, it is difficult to look through the bookshelf in my studio.

“Hmm.”

After wondering what to do for a while, I realized that I could just buy a new e-book.

Although it may be a waste to spend money on other things, it is not a waste to spend money on books.

I bought the book without hesitation, purified my body and mind for reading, and sat down.

Seongjwa (right posture) means correct posture, and correct posture when reading a book is also a comfortable posture.

So, I wrapped myself in a blanket, grabbed my phone, and lay flat on my stomach.

When Teacher Bang Jeong-ah saw it, it was a posture that would make her nag, ‘My back is getting worse!’

But still.

A prison cell is not a good place to read a book.

“Inseop! “Let’s go to school!”

“Okay… … .”

It’s been three days since I was confined at the Saebit Spring Orphanage.

Ji-seop Moon is in trouble because he keeps asking to go to school… … .

* * *

This year, it was very unusual for Baekhak Arts High School’s Munchang and its competition rate to rank among the highest in the country.

At least this year, Baekhak Arts High School’s creative writing department has pushed aside all the prestigious art schools.

Naturally, the reason was the writer.

If it weren’t for the opportunity to meet the genius boy who made the world buzz in the classroom, Baekhak Arts High School, which is treated as an idol military academy, would not have been able to beat the likes of art schools.

‘Literature… ‘Are you that good at writing?’

Ahn Joo-hee, from Ansan, Gyeonggi-do, was also one of the literature students who went to Baekhak Arts High School after being lured by the bait product of being a writer.

However, unlike others, her feelings were not one of envy or admiration, but a burning desire to win.

‘Let’s get together somewhere.’

Ahn Joo-hee’s fighting spirit is by no means foolhardy. This is proven by her long track record of winning awards.

From the Gyeonggi Province Governor’s Literature Award to the Gangwon Province Governor’s Award. Ahn Joo-hee’s writing skills, which have swept all eight literary awards from all over the country, are truly ranked among the highest in the province!

A crazy person who suddenly popped out of a strange Christian orphanage was nominated for the Booker Prize and even won the Hugo Award, so Ahn Joo-hee was an S-level prospect.

If you weren’t really a writer, it would be unthinkable to apply to Baekhak Arts High School’s writing and writing department.

Therefore, Baekhak Arts High School’s literary and entrance exams, which ranked first in competition only this year, could not stand in the way of Ahn Joo-hee.

Unlike the ascetic Moon O-seop, who cowardly replaced his lack of writing skills with grades, Ahn Joo-hee confidently entered school with a perfect score in practical skills.

Ahn Joo-hee entered Baekhak Arts High School after blowing the door open… … .

I was going to school feeling like I had been scammed by the Carrot Market profile.

‘Fuck… … ‘

There are no writers in the school I went to because I was a writer.

* * *

Novelists have dirty tempers.

Aspiring novelists aim to become novelists.

Therefore, the logical result is that the closer an aspirant is to a professional, the worse his temperament is.

Ahn Joo-hee, the highest-ranked literature student in the (Gyeonggi) province, also had a temper tantrum.

Ahn Joo-hee did not quietly endure this unfair reality.

“teacher!”

She went to Baekhak Arts High School with the same attitude as if she had entered the school office by blowing open the door.

And I complained to my homeroom teacher, who somehow looked like something I had often seen in textbooks.

“Is this acceptable under the school rules?!”

“Is it okay?”

It’s done.

I couldn’t believe it, so I looked it up and it was real.

“Why is this real?”

It was like that.

This damn third-rate school has relaxed its attendance standards to the limit in order to keep up with current celebrities.

The rules were so strict that even if you were absent at will, you were allowed to attend as long as the company sent you a document.

It wasn’t for nothing that I was talking about an idol military academy. This was really a multi-player created by Baekhak Entertainment… … .

‘I want to drop out, damn it…’ … .’

It wasn’t just the poor school rules that inspired Ahn Joo-hee’s desire to drop out.

The kids in my class also served as a sufficient reason for me to drop out.

To be a little more specific,

The problem is the guy sitting next to me and the base guys sitting in front of me.

These three kites became best friends from the beginning of the semester and flapped their snouts non-stop throughout the semester.

“So he’s a writer… … .”

“There was an accident that a writer committed during his second year of middle school… … .”

“As for what Inseop said to me a long time ago… … .”

As it happens, the two girls are Mun-in’s middle school classmates, and the boy is even Mun-in’s orphanage classmate.

With the three of us talking about that annoying writer over and over again for 24 hours a day, it’s impossible not to get angry.

In fact, if four people are sitting together and they are alone, it is normal to check if there is something wrong with them, but Ahn Joo-hee was an outstanding aspiring novelist.

His temperament was also extremely dirty.

“Don’t you have anything to talk about other than being a writer?”

“huh?”

“Don’t you get sick of me just talking about sucking on a kid who doesn’t even come to school just because he’s a good guy?”

The two female students’ reactions to the vicious initiation were sharply different.

The strong-looking female student prepared to fight to protect her friend, while the weak-looking female student hid behind her friend and planned to bury Ahn Joo-hee by spreading dark rumors in the Munchang Department.

However, the person who is most familiar with ‘a guy with a twisted personality who suddenly makes a sudden move’ has no choice but to be Ji-seop Moon, who survived the Saebit Spring Orphanage.

Orphanage students basically suffer from emotional anxiety and lack of affection as passive traits.

Literally, it is a mental illness gifted to me by my parents.

Therefore, Moon Ji-seop knew very well how to deal with people who were hungry for attention and friends.

It’s a kind of secret technique.

To give it a name… … .

Wen family, Taijiquan.

“Guys, Juhee has something to say!”

“… … ?!”

“Everyone be quiet! Joohee Ahn is speaking! fist!”

Ahn Joo-hee, who has high attack power but low defense power, was unable to cope with the flowing counterattack and blushed.

“No, I, I, that… … .”

“that is?”

“I, uh, uh, I’ve never seen a literary person before… … .”

“I don’t have any?”

“Because you guys always talk about literary people among yourselves… … .”

“Did you want to be friends with us about something other than being a writer?”

“What, what, no?!”

“So you don’t want to be friends with us? Want to become an enemy? “Do you want to fight?”

“Well, that’s not it… … !”

“So we’re friends from now on?”

“… … ?”

Moon Ji-seop, with his eloquent speech, realized that the girl in front of him was a child with a unique condition who said ‘Let’s be friends’ to ‘Do you feel good if you spend all day being literary people?’

And the two female students who were reluctant to see the strange guy who started a fight with them quickly realized that Ahn Joo-hee surprisingly enjoyed beating them up.

In a child’s world, that’s reason enough to be friends.

The four high school students who happened to be sitting around ended up forming a group in the creative writing department.

“Hey, you guys. Don’t bring up the story of literary figures in front of Ahn Joo-hee in Ansan, Gyeonggi-do… … .”

“Ahn Joo-hee is the woman who will one day defeat the literary world!”

“stop! “Stop it!”

As a few weeks passed, their friendship grew to the point where they were able to bring out the hysteria that An Joo-hee first showed and make fun of them.

However, even then, there remained one issue of debate that could not be negotiated: the perspective of viewing writers.

Unlike the two female students from the literary arts department at Baekhak Arts Middle School and Ji-seop Moon, Joo-hee Ahn has never met a writer.

To Ahn Joo-hee, a writer is truly…

“Isn’t this a complete idiot?”

He was a delinquent.

As expected, pro-Moon Ji-seop Moon was the first to defend the case.

“Even though a writer blatantly skips school and knows everything the teacher says, he is not a delinquent… … .”

“Don’t you notice something strange as you speak?”

It is said that Ahn Joo-hee gave up attending a prestigious high school and came to Baekhak Arts High School in order to clash with a literary scholar, but that feeling cannot really be just a desire to win.

On the other side of that winning spirit, of course, there is admiration, suspicion, a desire to become friends, a bit of fanaticism, jealousy, and curiosity.

Those complex emotions converged into hatred due to the disappearance of the writer, and before she knew it, Ahn Ju-hee was reborn as a more passionate anti-literary person than anyone else.

“Our Inseop is not that kind of guy?!”

“under! In my opinion, the biggest reason why he doesn’t come to school is… It’s because of a sense of superiority. “When my peers were struggling in the amateur league, I was advertising in the neighborhood that I was playing in the professional league.”

“I don’t know if a writer really had such thoughts, but I feel bad because it’s obvious that if you were in Ahn Joo-hee’s situation, you would have had such shady thoughts.”

“… … ?!”

When Ahn Joo-hee got into trouble, Moon Ji-seop was the first to stop the fight, but in the end, it was Moon Ji-seop who fought Ahn the most.

This is why you should not talk about politics carelessly.

One day, the extreme confrontation between pro-Moon and anti-Moon continued.

The writer went to school.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to be dragged along by Inseop?”

Surprisingly, Moon Ji-seop forced himself to come.

He was bragging about something being kidnapped, but Ahn Joo-hee heard it with one ear and let it go with the other. Because that’s not what’s important right now.

“Ha, now I can finally take a look at this precious person.”

Ahn Joo-hee’s mouth spoke crookedly, but everything about her was honest.

He stretches his neck like a giraffe and turns his head like a meerkat to scan the writer.

“Munha~”

“Student?”

“It means Hai, a writer.”

While the female students from Baekhak Ye Middle School gave strange greetings to the writer, Ahn Joo-hee observed the writer in person, which was only accessible through TV.

The writer I actually met was… … .

It’s smaller than I thought.

The voice is quieter than I thought.

I was more concerned about the presence of the blanket than I thought.

Than you think… … .

It didn’t seem like anything special.

What can I say, since I’m wearing a school uniform, I’m no more or less than just a boy in my class.

I didn’t feel the terrifying aura of a genius writer.

Ahn Joo-hee, who decided that it would be okay to fight him, boldly threw up a challenge and took long strides to ask why he didn’t go to school.

The friends she had become close with tried to stop her with their eyes, but if you listen to them calmly, you are not Ahn Joo-hee.

Ahn Joo-hee frowned even more sharply, her slanted eyes that could not be hidden even with round glasses.

The moment I approached like that.

Ahn Joo-hee made eye contact with the writer.

And then it froze.

The reason was not the intimidation that comes from the fame of a great writer or genius, but was closer to the solemnity felt when seeing a critically ill patient encountered in a hospital hallway.

I couldn’t feel these haggard, tired eyes beyond the TV screen. The writer seemed like a person being chased by something. I can sense her unidentifiable desperation.

But why?

Why on earth is this guy who has nothing missing?

While Ahn Joo-hee hesitated for a moment, the writer also noticed a female student approaching him.

And surprisingly, the writer spoke first.

“… … Ahn Joo-hee?”

Ahn Joo-hee, who has been grinding her teeth against literary figures for the past few weeks.

Ahn Joo-hee said that if she met a writer, she would chew him up.

Her eyes shone brightly.

“Do you know me?!”