1983 Past Life Manga King

“uh? how did you know?”

“It’s written on your face.”

At my words, Daebong Lee scratched the back of his head and laughed.

“Anyway, please be Papico.”

“Because of you, Seon-hee eats only that all summer.”

“Oh, that’s a good thing.”

“What nonsense?”

As soon as I said anything, I hurriedly ran into the gate and shouted.

“Don’t forget mine! got it?”

And immediately the door closed.

Nucksal.

He turned back with a grin.

A haze crept up from the cement floor.

It’s not as hot as I thought it would be, but it’s not to the point that I’m still drooling from the heat because I’ve been in front of the air conditioner.

Walking around during the day in light clothes also helps to change your mood.

First, I went to a nearby supermarket, bought a jujuba to eat, and started walking while sucking it with my mouth.

Imported cars are liberalized from this year, but on rare occasions, German cars such as Benz are occasionally seen.

I heard that the current price is well over 100 million, so the price is beyond imagination.

I think it was that price even when I was living there.

Anyway, since I started walking, should I walk a lot as an exercise?

It’s the ice cream I ordered. Well, you can take it slowly.

Then I passed by a nearby bookstore.

The door is wide open because of the heat.

I took a peek, and there are lots of comic books on the bookshelf near the entrance.

These days, the number of pirated Japanese comic books is gradually increasing.

Cartoons disguised as plausible fake names.

Names like Yongsoyani, Kwonbeopboy, and General.

Titles are also random.

These days, they are pouring out in earnest and indiscriminately.

It seems to be quite popular among the children, and there are still a few people snooping around in front of it.

It is said that this is an era in which Ilbo manga could not be officially imported, but it is still uncomfortable to look like this.

He licked his tongue and left the garage right away.

Then, a coffee shop that I had visited a few times with Seonhee caught my eye.

It has a very different atmosphere from a coffee shop, but it was a strange place where concentration was good.

Seonhee also said that she felt more comfortable there.

Maybe it’s because there aren’t many guests.

Then I saw a young man rushing in with a briefcase under his arm.

You look just over 20, are you a college student? But I could see an inkwell and a pen in one of his hands.

manga?

Is the manuscript in the envelope?

maybe not though.

Unknowingly, I was curious.

Shall I follow you?

Well, exercise is not the original purpose.

In the end, I couldn’t overcome my curiosity and went straight to the coffee shop he had entered.

“Welcome~”

As soon as I entered, a girl with bald hair greeted me warmly. But my eyes were wandering to and fro.

“Are you looking for someone?”

“no.”

Saying that, she continued to look around. And I found the seat with the man who had entered in front of me.

One corner, a spot that doesn’t run well in the eyes. You can see the back of the head there.

I went straight to it and sat right in the back seat.

I said to the pale-haired woman who followed me.

“Cold iced coffee.”

“Yeah.”

After the pony-haired woman, who answered in a high tone, turned around twitching her ass, she glanced back at him again.

The man keeps his head down and he is busy doing something.

Lifting his head a little bit more, he is also drawing cartoons.

Why is this person drawing manga here?

Rather, there is no need to say anything about drawing manga in a coffee shop.

If I had to call them guests anyway, there were only three people including me.

This would make it difficult to turn on the air conditioner.

Anyway, this guy in front of me will also drink coffee.

By the way, I wonder what kind of manga it is.

He pulled his head a little further and lifted his chin to look at the picture.

The drawing has already been completed, and the person’s pen lines are applied there.

Because the place was dark, I couldn’t see the drawing very well.

But then, I met the man’s eyes.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

The man looked at me and frowned.

“Hey, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah?”

“It makes me uncomfortable when you look at me like that.”

“Ah, sorry.”

After saying that, he looks away from me again and draws a pen line.

However, this is a very familiar picture, so I went back to my eyes.

The man was again concentrating on the picture, then he glanced at me and he made a smirk. But, apparently in a hurry, he glanced at the wall clock several times and continued to work.

I thought this was just getting in the way, so while I was looking away, a bald-haired woman approached me with a tray.

“I got iced coffee~”

Saying that, he left the coffee in front of me and went back.

I was sipping my coffee right away, then from my seat, glancing at the open door, a man who had been working for a while muttered:

“Oh, Mr. I don’t have time.”

Are you late for the deadline?

Still, as a person in the same industry, I can’t pretend I don’t know.

“Can I help you over there?”

I glanced around and asked, and the man I was working on stopped and looked at me.

“Me?”

“Yeah. I also learned a bit about it. Paint, an eraser, and a simple charity would do it.”

At those words, the man’s expression brightened.

It seems that I have faith because of my words.

“Oh, would you? If you help me with this, I will pay for the work.”

“What happened to that? Just buy some rice when you have a chance.”

“of course. Of course it is.”

Hearing these words, he immediately sat down opposite him.

Although the main focus is now on storytelling, he is still the guy I once dreamed of becoming a cartoonist.

This is sort of a post-processing.

Immediately, he handed me a copy of the manuscript he was working on and said:

“First, erase the eraser, then fill in the area marked with an X right here.”

“Yeah.”

Sometimes, you have to paint before erasing, but in that case, you have to wait until the ink dries, which delays the working time.

Also, if you erase the eraser before it dries, the paper may be damaged and the manuscript may be ruined.

Anyway, I’ve seen it so many times in that order.

By the way, what would my family members say if they saw me like this?

The thought made me laugh out loud.

She was so surprised and startled that she was so familiar with the painting that she was gagging alone like her madman.

Uh… is this?

When I stopped painting the persimmon, the man swung his head and gave him a puzzled expression.

“Why are you? Did you do something wrong?”

“Oh, no. Not like that.”

He tilted his head for a moment at my reaction and then nodded his head as if he knew immediately.

“Oh, you know this cartoon.”

“Yeah. a little.”

He looked surprised at my words.

“Wow, I don’t know many people in Korea yet, but this manga is amazing. I think he bought some comic books at the Chinese embassy.”

I sometimes buy Japanese books there, but that’s not the case.

But it was then.

Someone entered the room and approached us. Then he stopped behind him.

“Hey, Na Jun-ho. are you working again? Come to the studio and draw.”

“It’s a good place to work.”

“You are really… I’m grateful for helping my sister, but that’s why it’s a little odd to be drawing a manuscript in a place like this.”

“What about here? I just like it.”

“Ugh, who will stop?”

He sighed and met the woman he was talking to, and his eyes met.

And the startled woman stiffened with a bewildered expression, and then she opened her mouth.

“uh? Come on, sir.”

I thought the picture was familiar.

The woman standing in front of her was Na Sojung, a member of ‘Studio D’.

Naturally, the manuscript the man was drawing was the Samsara Gaiden ‘Samsara Multiverse’.

annoying guy (2)

“Seo, why is the teacher with Junho?”

Na So-jeong asked with a puzzled expression.

At that time, a boy called Na Jun-ho looked at me and then turned her head towards me again.

Then she rolled her eyes and asked.

“Sister, do you know someone?”

But I, Sojung, didn’t answer and she still looked at me and she asked.

“Did you know Junho?”

“No, we met for the first time today. To be exact, we just met in a few minutes.”

“Yeah?”

even more absurd

Then he turns to Na Jun-ho.

They both have the surname of me, so are they roughly siblings or cousins?

I think so, then Na So-jeong said to Na Jun-ho.

“Do you like Mr. Sunny?”

Na Jun-ho was surprised at those words.

“Oh! I hope this is Teacher Sunny!”

Then she quickly frowned and tilted her head.

“Hey, didn’t Sunny say she was a woman?”

“No, it’s not Sunny, it’s her older brother, Mr. Lee Yoon-hwan. Oh, you will understand when you say that, Tengen.”

“Tengen?! Are you a story genius who wrote the story of Samsara and Machine Gun Jack?”

S, story genius?

Facial expression is not good.

“right.”

“·················ogue.”

Na Jun-ho turns to look at me.

Hey, don’t look at me with that face.

He wants to run away from here.

Then Na So-jeong said.

“Why are you writing a manuscript together if you say it’s only been a few minutes?”

“Oh, I didn’t know. Was it the studio D children’s manuscript? I’m kind of used to it.”

“We’ll finish the work, so please stop.”

Having said that, Na So-jeong hurriedly began to organize the manuscripts on the table. She then nagged Na Jun-ho.

“I should have known from the moment you said you would help, but you just study, don’t worry about that. And if you know Dad, you’ll be in trouble.”

Well, brothers and sisters.

“It’s vacation, so I was going to help out, but yesterday I was playing too late with my friends.”

“done. Okay, let’s go to the office together and finish it.”

“What about the others?”

“After working all night, everyone will be sleeping now.”

So, after collecting the manuscript, Na So-jeong greeted me.

“You must be busy, too, but we’ll go now.”

“uh? Can’t you just go alone? I’m here to talk with Tengen-sensei just for a moment… Ouch!”

Reporter Na So-jeong pulls Na Jun-ho’s ear and she screams.