Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 209



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 209

It takes 15 years for a Seodanggae to get a doctorate in philosophy, but 15 years for a drama writer is enough to write about interest methods.

In the entertainment industry, where joys, sorrows, sorrows, and desires swirl like a storm, it is impossible to last 15 years without an eye for people.

So Lim Song-i was also able to distinguish the subtle difference between ‘We are close~’ and ‘We are close~’.

But today is a bit ambiguous.

“… … “Are you two not getting along?”

“Oh, no! “We’re close~”

As a Jjambap Queen, Kim Byeol proved her innocence not with words but with actions.

He lifted up Yuna and placed her on his lap.

Gu Yu-na silently climbed onto Kim Byeol’s lap like a love doll. Her disapproving and helpless appearance seemed very familiar.

‘I think we’re friendly… … .’

Looking at the nuance, it is true that we are friendly.

But didn’t it feel like you just encountered some kind of ghost?

Im Song-i looked at Kim Byeol with suspicious eyes.

And that ‘suspicion’ can directly lead to disadvantages for the actor.

This floor was originally like that.

That’s why Kim Byeol wanted to work with a writer… … .

Although I do not have any personal greed.

anyway.

‘Ah… !’

Byeol Kim’s social intelligence was in full swing.

Even if Lim Song-i was the world’s best writer, there would have been many objections to hiring Gu Yu-na as an assistant writer.

Nevertheless, the fact that Yuna Koo appeared on the filming set means that writer Lim Song-i has already put a strand in many opposing opinions and carried out her claims.

So, if you show your suspicions about Gu Yu-na like this, it could be seen as doubts about the abilities of writer Lim Song-i, who cast Gu Yu-na.

thus… … .

‘Whether it’s porridge or rice… … !’

There is no choice but to push through.

“If it’s Yuna… ! “You can trust it!”

“oh!”

“I’ll do my best!”

Among Kim Byeol and Im Songi, who were in a cheerful mood, only Gu Yuna was shaking with expressionless expression like a helpless doll.

EP 13-Change Comics

Some time has passed since the first-year students in the Creative Writing Department of Baekhak Arts High School entered school.

Children formed school castes in groups of threes and threes, final exams and summer vacation were quickly approaching, and there were even a few couples walking around the campus shyly holding hands… … .

Finally, the writer’s miserable chances of going to school were revealed to the world.

“Why on earth aren’t you coming to school?”

Ahn Joo-hee from Ansan, Gyeonggi-do couldn’t accept the reality and cried out.

I felt like I was getting caught up in Season 2 of .

Now that things were like this, there was no choice but to form a second raid party for every writer.

“If the club manager doesn’t come to the club, we have a solution… “Let’s go get him out right now!”

However, the reaction was not very encouraging.

Min Hyo-chan, who regained her shiny pink hair after a long break, laughed leisurely.

“iced coffee… You don’t know? Writers were originally hard to find in schools… … .”

“Why can’t I find the student at school?”

Min Hyo-chan did not answer that it was because the writer was a bad student.

Rather, he gave a more accurate answer.

“White cranes are always like that.”

“yes?”

“This is a private school, but it’s actually the 2nd company of Baekhak Entertainment. “They say all kinds of tricks are being used to make it easier for celebrities to attend school.”

It was like that.

Writers were not the only ones who maintained such ruinous attendance.

Kim Byul also did this throughout her school life, and Min Hyo-min was also absent due to her schedule.

As Min Hyo-chan said, it was a place where active celebrities put their names up to get a high school diploma.

“I want to drop out… … .”

Ahn Joo-hee, who realized the bitter reality, felt the urge to drop out for the Nth time this season.

I’m trying to learn how to write from a writer, but things don’t go as planned.

Ahn Joo-hee calmly calmed down the anger built up in her heart by looking at Min Hyo-chan’s face.

“after… under… after… under… … .”

“Why are you taking deep breaths while looking at me?”

“You don’t have to know.”

Ahn Joo-hee, who was filled with self-interest by intuiting the face of an active boy group member, had a small question.

“But oh, oh, ugh. “Why are you at school?”

“what?”

“If your brother is a celebrity, shouldn’t he have to miss school every time he has a schedule?”

Phuuk-

A dagger thrown by Ahn Joo-hee landed in Min Hyo-chan’s chest.

Min Hyo-chan’s fragile heart was shattered like broken glass.

“schedule… It will happen soon… … .”

“yes?”

“album… I’m making it… … .”

A broken Min Hyo-chan ran away from the club room, muttering to himself in a soulless voice.

Ahn Joo-hee and Moon Ji-seop said, ‘We will succeed this time…’ ‘ I saw Min Hyo-chan’s lonely face muttering, ‘I saw him off with blank eyes.

So, only Ahn Joo-hee and Moon Ji-seop were left in the club room without Min Hyo-chan, Kim Byeol, Moon In, Gu Yu-na, and Min Hyo-min.

Moon Ji-seop, who came to his senses first, smiled and said this.

“Only non-celebrity people remain.”

Ahn Joo-hee blushed and was shocked.

“W-what?! “Are you building rapport by mentioning commonalities?!”

“You should stop reading romance novels.”

Ahn Joo-hee, who was wandering between active idol Min Hyo-chan, the mysterious novelist writer, and Moon Ji-seop, a sub-male lead with a friendly image, also regained her senses due to Moon Ji-seop’s cold words.

Moon Ji-seop continued speaking to further explain that the comment just made was not a dash.

“No, just… “I thought it would be difficult for kids like us to fit in because we were surrounded by well-to-do people.”

“… … .”

“Now I think I understand why Moon Chang and the kids at Baekhak Ye Middle School have a hard time becoming writers. Even though everyone in the club here seems like our peers, they are actually not at the level where they worry about final exams like us… … .”

Moon Ji-seop has been making painstaking efforts over the past few years to stand on the same level as writers.

Studying is never easy. The same goes for Moon Ji-seop, who has a smart head. Because in the end, it is a fight with yourself.

Fight and overcome the temptation to play with your friends, fight and overcome the weak body that falls into drowsiness, fight and overcome the despair of your own despair at not being able to go to the academy… … .

At the end of many such victories, Ji-seop Moon passed the finish line of ‘admission to Baekhak Arts Middle School.’

And beyond the finish line, there were people who had already gone so far that they couldn’t even see their backs.

Ji-seop Moon dismisses them as people from another world and cannot simply erase them from his mind.

I can’t simply rationalize it by saying it’s because I’m an orphan or because the starting line is different.

This is because Moon In-seop, who clearly stood at the same starting line as Moon Ji-seop, existed.

So what on earth created the difference between yourself and a writer?

effort? Talent? Or Siun?

Both of them must have been funny children who were abandoned by their parents… … .

Moon Ji-seop, who was slowly starting to see the world, was slowly fiddling with the coldly approaching pyramid of frustration.

There are classes in the world.

If you are not a genius, even if you are a genius, there is a class you can never escape from.

So, to Moon Ji-seop, who coldly laughed at her for not being a genius, Ahn Joo-hee said this.

“Can you please leave me out of those ‘people like us’?”

Moon Ji-seop, who had fallen into the darkness of his mind for a moment after talking to Ahn Joo-hee, regained his senses.

As soon as I regained consciousness, what I saw was Ahn Joo-hee’s fierce eyes that couldn’t be hidden even with glasses.

Those eyes held such strong confidence.

“I’m not a celebrity, but… “But you’re half a celebrity, right?”

“what?”

“Look at this.”

Ahn Joo-hee showed her cell phone to Moon Ji-seop.

There was a social media account followed by 20,000 people.

And the posts from that account are not about faces or food… … .

“… … city?”

“Ahem!”

Joo-hee Ahn took the cell phone back and smiled confidently.

“Do you see the 20,000 followers of my poetry? At this level, I can say that I am half a celebrity. “If you use the algorithm well, it will be easy to catch up with the recognition of writers.”

“Uh, um… … .”

“And so are the skills. Writer? A manger? They’re smarter than you think! When we meet at a literary award, we compete fiercely with each other and narrowly take first or second place… If you think about it, they are the ones who are ranked 1st higher than me. I don’t know when or how this will turn around… … .”

Ahn Joo-hee, the top prospect from Ansan, Gyeonggi-do.

To her, the writer and Guy Yuna were just stairs that she would one day climb.

Today’s humiliation of being stuck in the club room saying, ‘Please teach me how to write’ is just an insult to the poor… … .

Ahn Joo-hee is seriously aiming for the top!

In some ways, it seems that Ahn Joo-hee was unable to control her bloated ego today and was talking like a third-rate villain, but for today, Moon Ji-seop also found comfort in that bloated ego.

Just as yin preserves yang and water revives a tree, yin and yang are the five functions, so a wavering person cannot help but fall for a confident person.

So Moon Ji-seop did not make fun of Ahn Joo-hee.

I admitted it.

“Yeah, that might be possible.”

“hmm?!”

Ahn Joo-hee, who had not expected Moon Ji-seop to agree, was a little surprised.

Unlike usual, Moon Ji-seop agreed with Ahn Joo-hee’s words.

“okay! Anyway, we are all the same students, what is our level, what is there to share? They say they are better than us because they are a little more famous and make more money? “They don’t even show up!”

“I-I don’t think I said that much… … .”

“If you work hard step by step, you will catch up quickly! Don’t you think Joohee’s four o’clock could become famous and be visited by broadcasting stations as soon as tomorrow? is not it?”

“Yeah, that’s right!”

“Look!”

Moon Ji-seop and Ahn Joo-hee burst into laughter.

And since I couldn’t smile forever, I fell silent at some point.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Unlike before, this time there was a truly strange atmosphere.

The eyes of two people who can’t look at each other, barely before they look at each other-

bang!

Kim Byeol kicked down the classroom door and stormed in.

“Literature! Where is Moon In-seop?”

Joo-hee Ahn hid behind her desk screaming, ‘Kyaaa-‘, and Ji-seop Moon also pretended like nothing had happened, like a person who had been caught by something even though there was nothing to complain about.

And Kim Byeol was so crazy that she couldn’t read their subtle atmosphere.

If I were to be honest, I was mentally and physically weak.

“Literature! Come out as a writer! “I can’t live like this!”

Kim Byeol searched for the writer like a customer looking for a convenience store owner.

While Ahn Joo-hee was silently jealous as to why she was using that pretty face, Moon Ji-seop was the first to speak up, saying that the situation was not unusual.

“What’s going on?”

Kim Byeol, with eyes filled with madness, grabbed both of Moon Ji-seop’s shoulders and shook him wildly.

“Yuna! Yuna, please do something!”

“Is it a manger?”

“They’re destroying the filming set! “He!”

* * *

“It’s killing me.”

“Hoo… … .”

In the face of writer Lim Song-i’s seemingly interesting gaze, Gu Yu-na continued the story without being nervous.

“The sex scene in episode 1 was intended to create a short-term issue to attract public attention upon the release of the drama, right?”

“I’ve never seen anyone say it so blatantly in front of me, but if you look at the facts, those are the facts.”

“So the person named ‘Kim Chae-yeon’ also exists to create short-term buzz?”

“hmm… ”

“From what I see, it feels like a character who didn’t exist before was hastily added just for the sex scene, is that right?”

“Yeah, I did… … .”

“After this scene, I feel like the character ‘Kim Chae-yeon’ is just wandering around and not doing anything in the work. Then she’s done with this character and she’s as good as dead. In that case, wouldn’t it be better for ‘Kim Chae-yeon’ to really kill her and start a drama?”

“If you kill me, how?”

“Because the sex scene itself was intended to highlight the evil deeds of Ha Do-kyung, who is prone to adultery, it would probably be better to end it with murder.”

“You’re suddenly turning Ha Do-kyung into a murderer? “Isn’t that too crazy?”

“Do murders always occur intentionally?”

“Oh my… … .”

“I think I should tell my subordinates to take care of the mistress who died of acute shock after taking too much drug during sexual intercourse.”

“That’s one hell of a pair of bastards in the world.”

“It’s a pair of bastards.”

“I liked it.”

Writer Lim Song-i revised the script on the spot. Next to the evilly smiling writer Lim Song-i, Gu Yuna, who was clinging to her and sticking her head in, was chattering and chattering.

“If we set ‘Choi Seung-min’ as a person who has a connection to ‘Kim Chae-yeon’ while he is already killing her, wouldn’t it be a device to amplify the desire for revenge against ‘Ha Do-kyung’?”

“You kill one person and then eat the whole thing until the end, boy.”

“The more compressed the plot, the better.”

“good. Let’s do that. ‘Choi Seung-min’ is now ‘Kim Seung-min.’”

* * *

The next day, actor Bae Seong-won, who played the role of ‘Choi Seung-min’, received this notification from the producer.

“From now on, Bae Seong-won’s role name will be Kim Seung-min.”

“yes?”