King of the Last Drama

"Lee Hyun-seok, Fiddy. What Mr Lee Lee said was clear."

"Well, it's a little overrated, but it's true that my mentor and goal is director Kim Chul."

Lee Hyun-seok reluctantly replied, and the reporters called out for complacency.

Even if Lee Hyun-suk is a known person, Kim Chul is different from Moon and Firefly levels. And nowadays people are not very generous about Hoan.

The opponent said it was harder to seasoning, so he didn't have to look at the keywords alone to call a debate and increase the number of accesses.

Unlike his companions, however, the journalist turned his eyes like a serpent.

Stupid bastards. I can't believe Lee Hyun-seok's handicraft. '

He saw that the series of conversations that followed with the transfer had already been scheduled.

Although the smoke was plausible, I was full of confidence that I could not deceive his eyes, a veteran reporter.

'Don't you know the nature of the transfer? It's a story full of disguises, even if you look at cancer.'

In the meantime, Lee Lee has been criticized for being incomprehensible.

It basically had a reputation for being speechless and quiet, but after the KBC crisis, it was brief and chatty, but it didn't last long.

Though it was normal to think of it as a perverse class, the reporter's thoughts were different. In other words, the transfer meant that you could act like nothing in everyday life.

It was normal to keep a bright attitude because it needed to be. If you think of it that way, it was clear that the previous attitude had been instructed separately.

'Before the drama bites you, you'll throw yourself into the material first. Attracting Kim Chul from the sky will be a bit of a curse, but it's not a big deal if Lee Hyun-seok thinks he's up to something.'

Compared to Kim Chul, you will inevitably draw and compare like a play and research journal , not a drama now. In fact, in terms of choreography, we also talked about whether Kim Chul was a little bit different.

Then, even if the decree Three Times is broken, the hypocrisy itself can be maintained. In the end, celebrity fantasies come out of attention.

'As I heard, you are not as cunning as a bear!'

But the real reporter wasn't fooled. That would be Lee Hyun-seok's misfortune.

While other reporters were discussing how to share the article, the journalist did not take his eyes off the scene.

When other reporters rejoiced with him, he intended to stab death.

"Let's start with Scene 14. Miss Lee, get ready."

Lee Hyun-seok opened his mouth after checking that he was ready.

"After the death of her mother-in-law, the heroine is subject to numerous limitations, including condemnation and back-and-forth. We need you to show us how you feel."

"· · · · · ·."

Silence passed.

Lee Hyun-seok sighed as the nails turned their heads.

"· · · Prepare."

"Yes."

Lee stood up with the script down as if he had waited.

· · · Journalists who claimed the smoke was clear, tried to reach themselves.

The script that was written was written a few times, and as I read it, the paper is new. No notes and no underlining.

The reporter took a picture of it.

Kim Kyung-suk, who was talking to Lee Hyun-suk while Lee was standing in front of the camera, handed over the megaphone.

"Can we go 214, 45, 112, 89 in turn?"

"I'll try."

Lee Lee Lee took one glance and accepted it. Journalists looked suspicious on the list of numbers.

"What is that? Is it a scene number?"

"I said 14. And where are the four serial shots?"

"Then · · · · ·."

I knew what that meant.

Lee Lee Lee took a little deep breath. Then he didn't move in place.

"Are you nervous?"

A reporter raises his head with a camera, his expression fluttering.

He was not obsessed with raising the stock price with talent, but he even heard the story of "Research Journal", which ended with a one-hit Wonder because it didn't stand out until the end.

But when I saw the smoke unfolding before my eyes, no one thought so.

Delicious.

I'm happy.

I want to kill as happy as I am.

No, I want to die.

Lee Lee didn't have a line. With just a look and movement, she played someone completely different.

I asked him what he saw, and he disappeared, and he saw another face, and he turned around.

It doesn't look like one is playing four, but it looks like four are wearing the same mask and playing one.

It felt more like watching a drama than watching a drama.

"I think he's really crazy."

A reporter opens his mouth, ignorant. It was a compliment, not a curse.

I don't think anyone who suffered from real exhaust schizophrenia would do it. Even a real reporter could not utter a mooring sound in front of his eyes.

Multi-personal.

Is this the reason why you have to take out such a stubborn material? Are you trying to flip it here like a play, like 15 paintings?

That was the moment everyone swallowed their saliva.

"Cut."

Lee Hyun-suk, who sent an NG, scratched his head. It was a vague expression.

"I'll change it a little bit."

"Yes."

Journalists open their mouths in ignorance. That's not enough?

Lee Hyun-Seok, who was watching the smoke again, made the NG again. He then looked back and gave instructions to the staff.

Soon the name of the mysterious figure came out.

"Mr. Shai, you're in now!"

"Yep!"

Shai confidently walked into the shooting room. I looked at the reporters during the meeting and bowed my head with a smile. The reporters also bowed down in awkwardness.

"· · · And Shai came out here, too, right? I forgot it black."

"The biggest actor barely had a scene, but there wasn't one over there."

The reporters looked at Shai, who stood side by side with Lee Lee.

I could not help but feel like the atmosphere was broken because I saw the smoke that had just fallen.

"I thought I'd just put it in the mouthpiece."

"Is it okay?"

"Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy put that smoke NG in there, so you might have an idea. I'm sure it's been a little more than a few months."

It was true that journalists had such hopeful thoughts.

Shai opened his mouth.

"Oh, this. You're my brother. This is my brother. What are you doing?

"· · · · · ·."

At the time of the second language, the words of the left were blocked for reading amazing language books.

#

Just now, the screen dominance of the transfer was enormous. It was an overwhelming charisma that anyone could bring in.

But it didn't work in front of Shai. He was beyond the killer's imagination.

Journalists who saw Shai's performance wanted to dig their eyes out. Or he was caught in a sudden but surprisingly sincere impulse of violence.

There should be no such smoke. I could bring Ace to the elementary school academy right away and say it's better than that.

That was an insult to smoke, no, rather an insult to the whole world!

The reactions around him were also not very different from those of the reporters. The staff turned their eyes if it seemed difficult or difficult to manage their expressions.

"Hmm."

Lee Hyun-seok listened to the megaphone in a thoughtful response.

"Cut. Well done. Let's go to the next one."

"Yes!"

"· · · Yes."

Okay comes out. Lee is silent, and Shai nods with a cheerful expression.

"· · · · · ·."

Staff recovered quickly. Once I closed my eyes or sighed, I started to move with a familiar expression.

But the journalists didn't.

· · · What did we hear wrong now?

"Hey, Lee Hyun-Seok Fiddy!"

A reporter flew through a gap that changed the layout of the shoot. He was an eye-catching reporter.

"What's going on?"

"Are you okay now, Scene?"

"Yes, it was a good scene, wasn't it?"

· · · Where to?

"That scene, Mr. Lee Lee Lee, you were acting alone."

"Well, it was a little sad. Now it looks like a bit of a beating."

The reporter couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, I thought you were just filming it."

"Yes? Oh, yes."

The real reporter noticed it flickering, but Lee didn't seem to intend to say anything about it. Dorian nods as if he's doing well.

"I would like you to focus on Mr. Shai's acting abilities when making the article. Maybe you're having fun."

"· · · · · ·."

So, you want me to stop the drama?

No matter how much I looked at it, I could not hear anything other than that.

"Hard?"

"No, that."

It is not difficult. Rather, you're an easy reporter to get hits on.

The problem was Lee Hyun-seok himself. At this point, even the journalist could not understand what the human in front of his eyes was thinking.

I couldn't even understand if I had the same kind of aesthetic sense as the human race.

The real reporter confronted Lee Hyun-seok for a while. It was the most sincere look I've ever seen.

In fact, isn't this human being an alien from Vulcan?

Reporters Without Borders put everything down.

"· · · I will do that."

"Okay, that's great."

Lee Hyun-suk smiled bluntly.

"Thank you for your wonderful article."

#

After the shooting, Kim Chul came out and smiled bluntly.

[Good timing.]

"Yes, Ozzie Ho CP has been very helpful."

It was self-evident that the repercussions should be maximized as long as Shai, the card of the spleen, is put in.

Journalists who came to me while I was trying to figure out how to do that, even the field coverage, was a real opportunity for me.

[They all look like you're stoned.]

"Well, I'm not someone you can compare to."

[Uh-huh.]

Kim Chul Sunbae giggled again.

"Preparation is perfect. No matter how much Jia and Kwok Taeyoung can reverse the difference in this pure acting power."

I was confident. Shai was a weapon of that power.

In addition, Director Kwok Tae Young was in the middle of happiness shortly after the ceremony. It was a very celebratory thing, but unfortunately, with a frozen mind, we cannot survive a world of deadly drama.

The time has come to raise the Beacon of Counter.

Two days later, the first puzzle arrived.

"Hey, Fiddy. There's an article on" Celebrity Today. ""

"Let's see."

I took it with a blunt smile.

Let's see, the article in "Three Times"

"· · · · · ·?"

168 Wins and losses depend on the city (end of 14)