Big Life

Chapter 65

12 – Grade is up (5) 12 – Grade is up (5) "Hoo … … "
Myeong-hun sighed, not tapping the keyboard.
There were three partitions in the partition except the back.
It was his seat in the inner corner of the Nexion Mobile Planning Team office.
Since being used as a screenwriter for a new mobile game, Myeong-hoon has been working almost every day.
It was the external reason that the concentration was improved and the communication was quick.
But the sucking was Sue.
As often as possible, taking a picture of the snowboard, restoring the worse relationship, and getting one step further to her favor. This was the real purpose of Myeong-hoon, who left his good study at his home and dared to go to the office.
'Why do not you like it?'
Looking at the monitor, Myeong – hoon got an impression.
At the end of the sentence, the cursor was blinking emptyly.
Eventually he pressed Backspace to delete all the scenarios he had written.
'Let's focus, concentrate.'
In fact, Myung Hoon has not been in good condition since this morning.
I knew the cause of the unpleasantness myself.
But I was consciously avoiding the idea of it.
I have devoted myself to writing the scenario from morning until now.
I did not even access the Internet and did not look into my cell phone once.
"Stir … … Oh Myung Hun ".
Myeonghun swung his head to the sound of calling himself.
HyeMi, a member of the planning team, stood.
In the horny eyes of Myeong-hoon, she instantly shook her upper body.
"How so?"
"I do not have a messenger answer. I am asking you when the chronology is completed. "
Hae-mi was a little scared.
It was natural for her to have a weak mind.
I did not do it once or twice when planning a mobile racing game in the past.
At that time, Hae-mi had even burst into tears because of Myeong-hoon.
Hum…
Myeong – hoon shed his breath and pressed his left and right temples with both fingers.
Najik said while looking at the word program screen where the sentences were all deleted and empty.
"Tell him I'm going to talk soon."
OK I've Got It
Hae – mi tried to turn right away.
At that very moment, Myeong-hoon raised his eyes with a face that he thought he was late.
"Mr. Hyomi, wait a minute."
Hae-mi stopped halfway around her body.
Myung Hoon stood up from his seat.
He looked down at HyeMi with a big key and said in a small but clear tone.
"There were a lot of excuses."
“……YES!
"I apologize for my old rudeness. When I am sensitive to work, I can not consider the mood of people around me at all. Then I have a bad corner that even hurts me. I admit it. I will be careful not to do it again twice. It is in front of all the planning team including Mr. Hyemi. "
"Oh, ah … … I'm fine … … "
Hae-mi was blushing his face.
I expected, but it is a much simpler and easier woman.
While thinking so, Myeonghun continued to speak with a serious expression.
"I want to buy dinner once in the meaning of apology."
"dinner… … Yiyo
"If you are burdened, it is good to have all the planning team together. But,
Myeong-hoon stood around as if he were looking around the place.
Then he was a little closer to his face and whispered.
"I would like you to know that the person who wants to apologize is Mr. Hyemy."
"Ahhh… … Yes Yes… … "
Hae-mi was not hot, but the sweaty boat was stealing his cheek by hand.
In other words, Myeong – hoon was a man who met several factors to buy her favor.
Handsome face and smart dress, to the background of being the son of the largest publishing group executive in Korea.
"I'm really okay, Oh … … "
The bad feeling toward Myeonghun was already gone and Hyemi was absent.
It was a hateful hate in the first place.
Now, just like a girl, I was only playing with my chest.
Then I'll let myself out! Please, suffer. "
"Hae-mi also."
Hae-mi moved to the break room instead of her seat.
Myeong-hoon laughed alone.
It was obvious that he was going to go up to the heat because of his self.
'Good is good. It might happen to use it later. Stupid women are easy to navigate. '
Suhee is a temperament that treasures his subordinates including Hae-mi.
I do not think it would be bad if you stay in touch with the staff of the planning team.
It was the first step of this idea to apologize to him.
'I can not do it today.'
Myeong-hun ended the word program that did not finish one line, and took out the jacket.
Then he passed through the partitions and headed to the seat of Sui.
"Sue Hye, no … … manager."
Myung Hoon renamed it.
Sue looked away from the monitor screen and looked up.
A bright smile hung over her mouth.
"Yes, Oh."
Suddenly, Myung-hoon felt that his heart was swelling up.
The breath that was sucked in was steaming deep into the lungs.
Go ahead.
The beautiful face of the hero connecting the horse was still laughing.
There is no other woman, but a whiter.
She is smiling and looking at herself.
I have not even remembered how long it has been a long time.
"that… … I do not feel well today and I just have to go inside. "
"Ah, is it?"
The two eyes of Su-hee, who answered with some kind of dryness, were glaring at the monitor.
Myeong-hoon, who can not see the screen, wondered what he was looking at.
But the next moment.
Myeonghun stopped breathing and stood asleep.
I felt like a huge bulge hit my back.
A fearless limpic sense was warning him.
I never smile for you.
"Then when will you give me?"
There was still a smile on his mouth.
Myeong-hun squeezed his teeth and replied with a low voice so as not to express as much as possible.
"I'll give it until tomorrow evening."
All right. Come in, oh. You worked hard.
Along with an extremely cliche, Sui again hid a small face behind the monitor.
Myeong – hoon stepped back slowly and turned slowly at the end.
'I am me … … ! You can go for it … … ! '
Throughout my office, Myeong-hoon was re-thinking.
Immediately after the elevator.
Myung Hoon took out his cell phone and connected to the internet.
It is no longer a problem to avoid.
You must know the authenticity of the smile seen by Sui.
The shaky fingers were typing the Hyundai Young Literary Prize in the search box.
When I clicked OK, related news started to be pouring out.

– Ha-remaker who won the 31st Hyundai Young Literary Prize is the youngest winner ever … … .
– With the evaluation that it is the masterpiece which paints the day-to-day persistence and the modern person's portrait of life is sad, … .
– There's already a stupid girl and a 90's boy who swept the digital literary award … … .

Myeong-hun stared at his cell phone and glared at the rough nose.
I was so overwhelmed that I was confident that I would be eliminated.
I was so hateful that I wanted to tear up the smile of reconstruction in the news.
"Curses!" Paragraphs that are not frivolous!
Myeonghun trembled and shook his body to get blood.
The fact that the reconstruction and Pungcheon oil were the same person was not reported at all to the judges.
It was a complete defeat.
'Lee Soohee … … ! '
The smiling face of Suheei, which I had seen a while ago, stood before my eyes.
It was a cruel smile that hurts.
Myeong-hoon pushed as much as he could to tear up his own elevator.

*** Many people came to the awards ceremony.
My family, including my father, as well as my best friend, Jung Jin and Su-hee, were willing to give me time.
Taewon of Lapbuvers also attended the ceremony with his wife Dongmi, and Haitai Media's Jungugu and Kyungsu were also together.
Minho and Hyun Kyung of the writer's office gave up the day's writing and gleamed the spot.
"This time, did you care about your costume this time? Did not it get better than the digital literary award? "
Jung-jin asked her to whisper.
Sue nodded and laughed.
The gaze fixed in front of my eyes did not move.
Reconstructed in a cleverly dressed suit was presenting the award testimony on the single-podium.
"It 's really cool, rebuilding. It looks great from a distance like this, too. "
"Yes, I am amazed. I'm not my friend. It seems to be unfamiliar. "
"But, you do not talk about fantasy novels?"
Sue lowered her voice and asked.
JeongJin looked around and whispered to her.
"There is also a sales volume problem on the side of Hyundai Young Literature Prize. The readers may feel rejected. "
"Right… … "
"I will be known at any time. Just do not go out and say it first. I honestly understand. "
Suhee also nodded his head.
On the first stage, the award testimony of reconstruction was reaching the end.
"Thanks to everyone. However, I want to turn the biggest ball to two people who became the motifs of the main character Sangjin and Hye Young. Of the two, the man is my best friend. I am here with me today too. "
The eyes of reconstruction with head turned toward Jeong – jin.
Jeong – jin laughed at his chested heart and lifted his hand toward the reconstruction.
“……And another one. In fact, I am grateful to her for helping me to create Hye Young, the most powerful person who led the entire novel. For her who is not able to participate in the awards ceremony today, I devote my work to the grittiness. Thank you.
Starting with someone, people who filled the awards ceremony began applauding enthusiastically.
The reconstruction bowed 90 degrees toward everyone.
The applause like urea rarely stopped.
The cameraman came one step closer.
His lens focused solely on reconstruction.
The current awards ceremony was being broadcast on radio and internet TV.
A lot of people interested in the Hyundai Young Literary Award and the literary literature were receiving live awards from all over the world.
Among them, Myeonghoon was also included.
"You mean, you do not even say a word … … ! "
The empty beer can in the hand was crushed.
Myeong – hoon threw the crushed beer can into the corner beyond the desk.
Then I went to my personal refrigerator and took out another beer.
"Is there a stick? So you do not tell me? Why do not you open up, rebuild? Are you selling fantasy and martial arts? Are you ashamed? Yes, of course I am ashamed. "
Myeong – hoon repeatedly scolded his eyes with new red eyes.
I made sure that I would not care.
At one point, however, he was drinking without knowing himself.
One cans, two cans, three cans … … In the end, the impatience reached the end of the throat.
Myeong-hoon closed the Internet TV and drank a beer with a new lid.
When I drank a half, I felt a sense of vomit and took my mouth off the can.
Spilled beer poured over the thigh.
"Large … … ! "
Myung Hoon's trembling ten fingers pointed over the keyboard.
I had no idea of a blank white hair.
It was the batter that started with only instinctive movement.

– Hyundai Young Literature Award. In fact, Pungcheon Yura is a fantasy writer; – Huck, your favorite rock series? A mixture of letters with no content? If I like the work, I can see it regardless of whether it is a paragraph or a genre. – I can not think of a writer who wrote the same work. To be honest, I can not say that fantasy or martial arts are writings; – As a reader who loves paragraph literary, there is no such thing. For the artist who was preoccupied with the rental store, it is the Hyundai Young Literary Award. It is a long history and a name.
– The judges will reflect on you and set your mind upright.
– I'm really worried about the future of this country's literature … … .
Myeong-hoon started to produce articles that slander reconstruction by looping through various sites and social networks with different IDs.
There was laughter throughout my mouth.
As far as I was concerned, the technique was amplifying the low-level pleasure.
'Can not you just let yourself down? Then you have to help, as a motive. '
Get a ride! Tadak! Tada Dada! Tadak! Whew…
Myeong-hoon wrote and wrote a lot of slanderous stories without gauge the flow of time.
I did not stop my fingers tilting the keyboard to light up until just before it was torn down.
"I will not … … Ha rebuilt … … Ha rebuilt … … "
Myeong – hoon fell on his chair and fell down, not to mumbling, floating in the snow.
After sleep, the dark smile on his mouth was not erased.
The power of various nonsense was significant.
While Myeong-hun was asleep, she quickly spread to the Internet through SNS.
Numerous netizens became aware of the fact that Pungcheon Oil was the same person who swept the genre novel market with various fantasy novels including the literary prize winner of the Digital Literature Prize, Hyundai Young Literary Prize, and The Breath.
And also,
Many changes have occurred.
The number of Twitter followers in the reconstruction, which was 5,000, increased by 10 times to more than 50,000, and the number of purchases of 'The Breath' increased by more than 10%.
'Dumb Girls' and '90s boys', whose sales volume soared, were entering the top 10 real-time sales ranking in various internet bookstores.
Everything happened overnight.
Myeonghun, who fell into a deep sleep, did not even realize the fact that the opposite of his wish was unfolded.