King of the Last Drama

Two days later, 11: 00 p.m. The time when all the dramas broadcast by the three broadcasting companies are over.

Me and Senior Kim Chul were looking through the message window at home.

At the user's request, SBC 'Linderman's Box' 8, KBC 'Love of Business' 15, MBS 'Songbok' 10 will be counted.

Done. The figures are 21%, 68% and 55%, respectively.

"· · · · · ·."

[· · · · · ·.]

Oh, my God.

Me and the elder are blind and have moved their gaze. There was a small note on the desk that touched my gaze.

For me, there was a strange musical development of familiar writing. The voice that the puppy was talking about yesterday passed through his brain.

I don't think "Lindsay" is very obstructive. It's not fun. '

"Love of Business" is a bit harsh. 70? Can't you do more than that? '

"Song-covered rice" is 50? I'm sorry, I don't know. '

Kim Chul Sunbae shook his head with excitement.

[Just in case, it wasn't a coincidence. Unbelievable accuracy.]

"· · · · · ·."

[It's a resounding talent. What are you doing, Hyun-seok?]

When I grind the note, Senior Kim Chul grabs it. Then I began to stretch out like a thoroughfare with my palm.

I asked Gigi.

"No, what are you doing?"

[No, if this goes away, it might conclude that we had a dream. It feels like valuable evidence.]

A mentor who looks stunned while making excuses.

I didn't have any visions of Kim Chul's elder, but I couldn't wait to cry this time.

"What do you mean, Senior? Have we been together for a day or two? We don't need a way to get close to that apostle right now, do we?"

[· · · If I was the only one who realized it after a few years with you, it is that my body is not fed.]

Kim Chul Sunbae is full of tongues.

[I don't want to get into your cult logic anymore.]

"No, what did you say? A cult?"

I was furious.

"Are you telling me that I'm a cult?"

[Either way, the curtain itself is a cult, you bastard!]

"Are you done talking now?"

Me and Kim Chul Sunbae have been arguing roughly for a while.

The atmosphere that had been high for some time was broken by the knock that knocked on the visit.

"Hyun-seok, are you calling now?"

"Oh, yes, Mother! I was my mentor once. I'm on the phone with the Cheonchie."

"Uh, yeah. I'll come after you from above."

The footsteps are distant. I sighed and lowered my phone, which I told you to bring to my ears.

I felt a little hungry-headed. I spit.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

[· · · Did you get caught?]

Kim Chul Sunbae smiled nicely.

[You're a dog, you can't have a cold attitude towards him.]

"Mmm."

[I know it's a difficult relationship, but let's think about it calmly. Is there a reason you can't use that kind of power?]

· · · Certainly, there is no reason for that. If we could figure out the bars, there would be no better way.

It feels a little lethal, though.

[If it's lethal, bring the Foreign Curtain as it is, and the viewing rate is even more lethal!]

"You're right."

For example, Japan's "Live Like a Theatre" did not get a proper viewing settlement until the end of the broadcast.

When I healed, the message window hid itself. I don't know who's really manipulating that.

Kim Chul Sunbae sighed.

[Normally, I want to be considerate, but we don't have time. The "Research Journal" is not going to be partially rewarded, is it not?]

I closed my mouth.

After the original version of "Live Like a Theatre" attained 40 percent, the viewing rate partial reward was raised to 50 percent. There was only 10 paintings left to Jong-young, but there was no reality at the moment.

And the next day I climbed the bar. In the end, he was forced to devote power to the next planning.

I embraced the gallbladder with a chewing heart.

"Well, Kim Kyung-suk, the writer's criticism, and even the snowmaking device, what are you going to do now?"

Kim Chul Sunbae looked like he heard something very strange.

[Screaming] Snow Gear? Who?]

"What do you mean? Have you not seen how much I'm giving up?"

[· · · well, in you.]

Senior sighed and took his face seriously.

[Well, let's just say it's old-fashioned, but this place is overrated. People here are just as different as you are walking.]

"· · · · · ·."

[It wouldn't be a bad idea to be close. It's good to have a similar relationship again. But it's useless to overlap what you know.]

Rarely, I put my Tung on a serious face.

"Stop nagging because you know everything."

#

The 39th painting in the Research Journal was groundbreaking in many ways.

The viewers, who had barely adapted to the reality of building a pioneering camp on an alien planet, saw a bundle of missiles falling on it and opened their mouths.

Yoon Ga-yeon's Pioneer Village was not even a gangster yet, so the contrast between the two was red in the middle of the night.

Even if it was the second scene itself, it was not one or two places to point out.

Where is that assassination?

Where'd you get all those missiles?

What, all those kids over there are dead?

No one could understand the situation, so 70 per cent of the barracks were of a modest size. It would be a warm reward for Lee Hyun-seok's walk so far.

In fact, other details, except whether or not that was an assassination, began to elucidate slowly in the next upset.

"Building an ideal society on an alien planet." I'm sure you have my genes.

In the "Research Journal", in the 40th painting, Eugang Jin smiled bluntly in a place he did not know.

Are you sure you want to kill them all?

Similarly, an unidentified person sighed. The face is shaded.

"Doesn't that matter? It's where Flamingo wants to be anyway.

"Phew."

A few words followed, and the sound slowly diminished.

At the same time, the camera also started zooming out. Eugang Jin's face slowly became smaller as he took his car to rest.

The pace is getting faster. The houses are smaller and prosperous, the cities are smaller and the continent is smaller, and the continent is smaller and the stranger planets are smaller.

By the time the planet had become a point again, the camera turned slightly and moved at a tremendous speed to the planet where Yun Ga-yeon settled.

The members of the group who were looking at it were puzzled.

"How big is the scale?"

"Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy caught it about 0.5 light-years ago."

"Awesome."

While Zuri and Nsol were admiring him, his youngest Ara laughed at him and asked.

"How many years is 0.5 light years?"

"· · · · · ·."

Usually, Zuri would have ended up laughing and bruising Eun Sol, but now I can't.

My youngest sister frowned when I saw the two sisters who couldn't talk.

"· · · What is it? What about that face?"

Nsol sighed.

"Light years are street units, idiot. What do you think Lee Hyun-seok, who doesn't even know, can help you?"

In fact, it was a topic and a moonshine for the whole group recently.

Lee Hyun-seok's march was not an issue that began yesterday. However, it was disparate to seek advice from a believer who had just begun acting.

In fact, no matter how positive I was, I felt nothing more than a nerd.

However, the puppy's recent attitude was not as arrogant as always.

"You think I'm talented? Talent to be a great actor like Idona Sunbae! Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy just recognized it."

"It's priceless. The great actor will freeze to death."

The door to the property opened while Eun Sol was sleeping. Ara didn't care that it was going to be Yumi's big sister.

But the returned voice was not Han-yumi's.

"Well, isn't that something you don't know? The human eye is a little unusual, so there might be something. I could just skip it."

Ara, who turned his gaze, stiffened like a frog who met a serpent. It was followed by the voice of a flat theater group.

"But the world has gotten better these days. When I was a god, I didn't end up with one or two of those things."

"· · · · · ·."

Idona smiles as she enters the front door and takes off her shoes.

"Just say so."

"Sin, sorry!"

The puppy bows its head. Idona nods generously.

"I'm glad I'm not sorry. Watch your mouth elsewhere."

"Four!"

"Well, a career is better than a guy with a stiff head who says he's good at similar topics."

"· · · · · ·?"

Who are you talking about?

"I'm here!"

Hanyumi came in from the door as the three members looked at each other.

Idona looks at her smile with a complicated expression. At some point, it seemed like the enemy and allies had changed.

"You talk to him well."

"We were 50."

Han Yumi smiled and looked back.

"Lee Seol came with you all the way out front. I asked you to come in for a second, but you just left."

The puppy looked so lucky that he was stunned. Idona's face became slightly more generous when she saw it.

On the other hand, the other members, with the exception of the puppy, had a slightly regrettable look on their faces.

"I shouldn't have dragged you here, sister. When we think about it, we've never really talked about it."

"I went to tell him that Ara was helping Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy, but he seemed in a bad condition. Drop the chopsticks, too."

"You don't have to."

Ara grumbles.

At the end of the frozen conversation, Zuri glances at you.

"By the way, what brings you here, Mr. Idona?"

"To give you a new synopsis."

"Yes? Haven't you given it to me in a few days?"

Idona took a deep breath and rebroadcast the "Research Journal" on TV.

"That seems to have inspired the young writer a bit."

"Writer Kee?"

"Yeah. Anyway, I brought it here, so take a look at the songwork. Well, I'm sure all the people who compose will, but for now."

The three members flocked to their hopeful faces.

"· · · · · ·?"

"· · · · · ·???"

However, as I read it, I began to see the question mark on each of my faces, and then they all looked strangely.

Well, it wasn't an understandable symptom as Idona. On the contrary, it was a matter of understanding.

'That man really doesn't help.'

Idona sighs again.

I thought it would be a drama I had never seen before thanks to anyone.

#

A few days from now, shepherd. SBC Headquarters.

I stumbled across two people on an oak bridge who would not meet if they were dizzy.

"· · · · · ·."

Kim Kyung-suk frowned openly and Seo Soo-hyun's eyes widened.

After a short silence, it was Seo Soo-hyun, the senior who took out the horse first.

"I see it in just a few minutes."

"Yes."

"I heard rumors. You said you were busy planning a new one?"

"That's it."

When Seo Soo-hyun talks, Kim Kyung-suk frowns and cuts into a single answer. The two encounters were usually like this.

Usually, Seo Soo-hyun used to end up getting out of position because of a few words, but today was a bit unusual.

"Well, good luck. I'm a little worried."

"What is it?"

"That's right. I think I picked too much fiddy in the fountain."

"· · · · · ·."

Kim Kyung-suk opened his mouth without even knowing.

Seo Soo-hyun's words were even more blatant.

130 Study a day and become an academic (12) End