King of the Last Drama

"What is the content of this series?"

"Yes, to put it simply, the male heroine who considered money and status the best is slowly changing as she meets the female heroine."

In one small room, a new drama was being interviewed against a man and a woman. An interviewer who heard the story asked me to be a gimmick farmer.

"It sounds like a very familiar synoptic."

"Haha."

"But what's so special about your determination to be okay?"

"Of course. First of all, the characters are alive, and the story is really going to happen around us."

For a man actor who explains honestly, the interviewer focuses on the protagonist with a serious attitude. Then when he wants the story to be done properly, he asks again in a slight gesture.

"Oh, how did you feel when you found out that Kim Ji Soo was with you?"

"That's it. It was the best."

"What about Mr. Index?"

"I didn't have much on my mind, and I thought the blessing had exploded around me."

The two actors stare at each other as if they were cool and shy. But when the camera picked up, he looked straight out of sight and said, "Well done." Bow your head. The interviewer also stood up with a gentle smile.

Any station is an invisible honeysuckle with morning programs and celebrity news corners.

The disadvantage is that the one-time weekly program that is organized in full is often the backbook for people who will have access to the Internet and SNS.

However, this side is once a week, so it's fast enough to fit, and most of all, the radio power is significant because those preparing to go to work often hear it at home or in the car.

He was a veteran of such a program for about seven years. Even so, the question of this case was set, and there was no different law.

Question # 1 asks what the story is. Question # 2 asks a special question because it's an obvious story when you organize synopsis. Question # 3 plays a tune to the story and gives you a glimpse of the two actors and raises the topic accordingly.

'It's simple today.'

It's true that it's convenient, but I'm getting used to it, so I thought, what if things get a little provocative?

After the cleanup, he turned his head and asked the cameraman.

"Where's next?"

"This is Lee Hyun-seok's new Fiddy."

"Oh, Kim Kyung-suk's writer."

In general, it is rare that Fiddy's name comes before a writer. If the opponent is as big as Kim Kyung-suk, it's more like it.

Nevertheless, the fact that Fiddy's name came before him proved the current name value of Lee Hyun-seok.

I asked.

"The Journal of Research" was over 40 percent a while ago. "

"Yes, there are no such monsters these days because they're 40 pros per annum in viewing."

Well, I'm a little out of my mind, but--

The cameraman was blurry, but he didn't say anything. The passage of the Journal of Research has not yet come to an end, but in some sense it has been more controversial than its predecessor.

It's a success anyway, so I can't say anything.

"Well, no matter how crazy Fiddy gets, the interview will be the same. It's always flattering."

"It can't be different. There's an image of the actors."

The two of them, who had been breathing for seven years, smiled bitterly face to face.

#

About an hour later.

"Uh, so..."

Just over 60 minutes ago, he was in the middle of the biggest career crisis.

He, who was speechless and stubborn, asked cautiously.

"What did you say?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

He laughed.

"A girl who's been abandoned by her husband and has a mental illness meets a man who's more insane than her and says, 'I'm better than her.'"

"· · · · · ·."

Now that I've asked you what this is like in number one, you should hear the word "prank" in number two. It is a pattern that worries seven years of bowel disease.

But it doesn't sound as obvious as it seems.

A frowning middleman barely took a look and asked.

"But there's something special about you appearing here, isn't there?"

When he heard that, he burst into flames.

"Did you just hear Synopsis and ask for something special? This is a big deal! Haha!"

"That's · · · ·"

Shin Sang-wook was even more devastated by the open teasing. A big chuckle opened his mouth.

"Well, I didn't think it was a cliché scenario. but I was interested in how the director would sleep with this."

"Oh, you're wondering how Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy would charm that scenario?"

He shakes his head with a smile at Shin Sang-wook, who barely follows the story.

"No, I was wondering how much longer it would take."

"· · · · · ·."

By this time, it was no longer a matter of pattern. Shin Sang-wook rolled his eyes.

I only asked for the last time with editing in mind.

"How did you feel when you found out that Lee Lee Lee, who is the most popular these days, is appearing with you?"

"Mmm."

At the end of the day, Max rarely stroked his chin. This time, I wonder if there is a good story. Shin Sang-wook smiles and opens his mouth.

"I didn't really like it."

"Yes?" said the young lady, laughing at the smoke. I'm going to show you when I see you. "

"· · · · · ·."

Shin Sang-wook opened his mouth and his tongue flushed.

"I intend to work hard to prevent you from showing me where you are."

"Look at this. It's messy."

Speech is peaceful, but it is a scene that cannot be saved. Shin Sang-wook, who grabbed his head, ended up begging.

"Look, it's hard to keep playing around like that. The writer or Lee Hyun-seok Fiddy will also be a lung."

"Lungs?"

Max laughed again.

"We're doing what this Fiddy guy said. If you want to win, you have to win, haha!"

"· · · · · ·."

The interviewer turns his head and opens his mouth when he sees the transfer of the nod.

"Then."

"Oh, I'm afraid Miss Lee doesn't like it. Please put this up. I gave you permission to do this."

Shin Sang-wook looks up at the clock on the ceiling. I didn't even feel what to do.

Seven years of experience has flowed with no hesitation.

He said he was a lunatic. '

#

On December 24, I drove out to stop Idona.

"· · · Well, I didn't expect much in the first place. Seriously."

But the face on the passenger seat is full of pain.

I didn't know why, but I tried. This actor's immorality was already a nonderogation.

"Buckle up. And isn't it hot in that weird hat that Georgie Zukoff used to wear?"

"· · · Don't you usually think of Metel?"

And I think it looks pretty close to that.

Anyway, it doesn't go well, but it's a pretty weird style. Even the topics covered with hats have useless power in the hair curl.

I asked.

"Did you like that?"

"I don't like it."

"So?"

"When the atmosphere gets awkward, I hear you need something to talk about, so I think it's good to drive!"

"· · · · · ·."

Why the hell would I buy it and do this? With fundamental concerns, I kept my mouth shut and stepped on Excel.

As the silence flowed, Idona tucked out.

"So, how many people are there?"

"Who?"

"You said you were having a party at your house. I don't have to buy gifts from people who come."

There are strange accents in 'Party' and 'Gift'. It's something I don't like.

Well, there seems to be some misunderstanding.

"First of all, you two will be here with the writer, and you didn't even call your babies, did you?"

"Oh, you don't have to have a present today."

"What?"

"If you want to buy it, you have to buy my mother's, because she doesn't really care about it."

"· · · · · ·?"

Idona frowns. After thinking about something for a while, ask with a slightly stiffened face.

"So, who's at the party?"

I shrugged.

"Didn't I tell you? My mother and I chew on Idona."

A moment of silence passed.

"You said it was a party."

"Isn't it a party if you have fewer people?"

"· · · · There is no one else."

"Nothing."

To be precise, the others have decided to see you tomorrow. For now, I thought this was better.

Idona closes her mouth like a goldfish. I looked like I had seen my house cat bite a mouse that looked like some kind of gold. It's a little pale.

I asked him in a strange mood.

"Would it be better to call anyone else? Gia will be here soon."

"No, I'm good."

It was an immediate response to an unnatural attitude.

I drove to the house I moved to a while ago. In fact, I wanted to wait another year or so, but I'm glad for now. No matter how hard it was to take the old snout home.

"I brought you."

When I opened the door, my mother came out to the nesting porch.

"Hello."

"Hey, welcome."

Idona bows her head in a strangely stiff attitude, and her mother is also a delightful face, but she is a little wrinkled. It's awkward.

"Well, I was preparing a bit, but this is okay, you're a popular Talent."

"What an actor. It's okay."

When I entered, my mother was furious.

"You're going to stay there for a while! Anyway, I came in a few days without talking."

"· · · · · ·."

I haven't been paddling in a while. I followed him with a roar.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. What else did you buy?

"Foot."

Idona grumbled and became an awkward person to laugh at me. The attitude was also slightly unravelled.

"May I come in, Mother? Speak comfortably."

In the meantime, broadcasting officials have barely entered my home. Giado and the calligrapher used to come quite often.

Her mother was vague about Zia, and she was reflexive about the calligrapher, but her attitude towards Idona was different. What do I say? I feel like I'm late in realizing that my son works in the broadcasting industry.

Despite her gaze, Idona was busy laughing as she looked at the cooking. Luckily, I'm not in a bad mood.

Oh, of course I didn't.

"I've had a lot of trouble till Eve. You said you were meeting at home?"

"Yes? Oh, yes."

I shrugged at Idona looking at me. It was such an excuse.

My mother said in a cautious manner.

"I'm sorry, you're having a hard time with my son, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm really dizzy."

"· · · · · ·."

"No, that's what he said. On the contrary, for Mr. Hyun-seok, I'm in charge!"

Idona, as always, was stunned by her mother's attitude, which became incredibly sharp as a joke.

· · · It's a better combination than you think.

145 Two idiots in one hat (12 ends)