Great Novelist

When I entered the usual chain, I could smell the unique smell of fries. At the counter, the part-time students in yellow and red uniforms were busy moving. You stand in line for the spell. She looked about her own age with deep makeup.

The line was not long, so soon it was his turn. I encountered my eyelashes filled with black liquid. It was an implied sign to order. It was unfriendly but indifferent to set menu.

“What are you going to order? ”

“Same thing. ”

Each of them calculated his or her share. After he finished the calculation first, he handed him a 10,000 won bill. The unfriendly part-time student gave him some change, saying to wait five minutes in a very caseless manner. But somehow he didn't move.

“You gave me the wrong change. ”

“Yes?”

“I need four hundred won, and he gave me eight hundred won. I'm confused about one coin for 500 won. ”

The part-time student took 500 won back with a shivering face and switched it to a hundred won and gave it back to him. The man who tried to take 3,000 won off the road to the police station is different no matter what. He doesn't like receiving more or less.

He and his male students took a vibrating bell and went up to this floor and sat down by the window. There were not many guests. Two women and two men in suits that looked like work men were located quite a distance away.

I sat there without a word until the vibration bell rang, and the boy spoke.

“What's your name? ”

We didn't even know each other's names.

“Space shuttle. What about you? ”

“It's inevitable.”

“I've never seen a uniform around here. Where's the school? I'm a freshman. Do you think you're better than me? ”

He shakes his head and said that he is in the same grade.

“I'm from the neighbourhood. ”

It was not a big deal. Seeing him at the front door, he didn't even seem to know anyone at school. I didn't even seem to know the geography. I came all the way here because of a rumor that I happened to be in this school. He seemed to be an activist.

“You didn't mean to come? ”

“I took the subway. ”

The story diverges. He stops speaking. The vibrations sound just in time. I drove away the anxiety to get up and brought it with me. I've come a long way. Sit down.

He slashed a big chunk of hamburger because he was hungry. It tasted nothing new.

“Is there really no coincidence in this school? ”

“Yes. There was a student who impersonated the name of a coincidence and eventually told himself the truth. ”

He did not say it in detail, but he explained it so.

“That's a rumor that's long overdue. Did you hear that too late? ”

“I don't have any friends around. ”

As I was talking about the weather today, it was an inspiring voice. He was a little curious. There doesn't seem to be any better corners. Maybe it's because of his unusual personality. I don't think it's a very good topic. He opened his mouth after a sip of Coke.

“What do you mean by rival? ”

“Meaning as it is. I'm going to be a competitor by accident. ”

This time, it was quite a bold speech. It's a coincidence. He looks like he's chewing a hamburger.

“Is that what rivals are for? Don't you think it's a coincidence? ”

He asked with a slight smile.

“That's why I came to see you. ”

“So you saw his face? ”

Thick eyebrows slightly frown.

“But we can't give up our rival position. ”

He insisted. He asked why.

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why do you want to be a coincidence rival? ”

“I write, too. ”

He was slightly surprised. Of course, ever since I heard the word rival, I've been vaguely thinking he writes too. But it feels new to hear it with my own mouth.

He writes too. He and himself are allies. Nevertheless, I do solemnly declare myself to be a rival of chance.

“Everyone thinks it's a long way from being caught by coincidence. ”

“Is that so? I don't know. ”

“Don't you see?”

He thought for a moment and opened his mouth.

“My friend is far away. ”

That was a far cry from the story. He listened for a moment.

“I've been close since elementary school. I went to the same high school, but I became a different class. I adapted to the class, but he was bullied. ”

He grabbed one of the fries.

“It didn't work with me. I told the teacher, but I gave him a warning. Funny thing is, my friend and I were warned, too. Behave in a similar fashion to other children. Don't brag about the same thing. Get used to the nicknames you don't like. It was like his fault was this way. I was furious, but I couldn't help it if he turned away. Eventually, my friend went to transfer, and I stayed alone. ”

While interfering with a friend's problem, the scribe said that he had become distant from the classmates who were close to him. He was alone.

“That's when I noticed the name coincidence. I was in the school library. I was thinking about why it happened, like I was gonna tell you his name. ”

“Did you tell him? The writer, coincidence. ”

He asks. His head shakes.

“No.”

Yeah, he pops a Coke. Meanwhile, he took one of the fries. It becomes useless.

Then the scribe said. Still.

“It's comforting. ”

But he said he was comforted.

“Comfort is for you to be close. So I don't think it's far. ”

He paused.

“I wanted to be a writer by accident. But I'm not a coincidence. So you'll be a rival. ”

I don't know, but I think I do.

Taking a few moments, you bite the burger in your mouth. I'm a little excited. Let's find some peace. A mouthful of mannequins was unnecessarily fresh.

The two of them ate the rest of the food quietly. When I was picking up some leftover fries, my nerd asked me.

“But what kind of place is the gatekeeper? Running every day?”

“No, today was about lively writing. I write right after a power sprint. Well, I couldn't write a line because I had a hard time. ”

“That's unusual.”

“Usually more. ”

He told some of Moon's lessons to Pilgrimage who was interested in the book. from the most basic word collection and writing, to the topics of writing, to the attributes of frequent game formats, and so on.

“A while ago, Mr. Moon brought home a goldfish with him. It was time to write down reporting extroverted and introverted traits. Finally, he asked me to put myself in the shoes of a goldfish. ”

I thought about the article I wrote at that time. Yummy. Feed me. It was roughly like this. He was shining his eyes listening to the story of Lord.

“Aren't you in the gatekeeper? ”

“My school doesn't have a doorperson. ”

“Too bad.”

“I go to the Cultural Hall every weekend instead. Celebrity writers sometimes come and do speeches. ”

Among the names of the authors he listed, there was also a familiar name for the trail.

“How did it go with the writer? ”

“There was a lot of good stuff, but half the listeners were dozing off. ”

“Wasn't it fun? ”

“I heard it was fun. I didn't have time to rest, but it was hard. ”

I had a rough idea. There are serious aspects to everything, so I would have prepared a lot in advance of the lecture. And he would have spilled everything he had prepared without a single crack.

I remembered speaking with a distinctive and intelligent face. Then, there was a corner that resembled the quality and comradeship. You are sincere and vigilant, but you are cold and this is hot. It was the difference between cold and hot blood. I was thinking about it, and my handwriting said.

“Can you show me that word collection?

“There's nothing wrong with that. ”

He handed over all the notes and manuscripts in between in his bag. At that time, my phone rang and I noticed that there was a text from Seogwang.

In the middle, there were four faces that looked excited and full of Tteokbokki. Beneath it was an article like this. I'm afraid you're starving. For reference, frying is a service.

He filmed and sent a trace of the almost empty set menu against him. Thank you for your concern.

“Space shuttle.”

“Huh?"

He texted and raised his head, and his handwriting was very close. He leans back, reflective of his reckless behavior, and he picks up his desk and follows. What's wrong with him?

“Is something wrong? ”

“I've decided.”

“What?”

“to be your rival. ”

“Huh?"

“It will be a coincidence and your rival. ”

“· · · Is that what rivals are? ”

He asked again. Then he looked at the manuscript he was holding and asked.

“Did you like my article? ”

“Very much.”

It was an immediate answer.

“I'm glad to hear that, but I don't raise rivals. Rivals have to be conscious of each other in the first place. ”

“Don't worry. I'm aiming for a world-class novelist. If I do that, I'll wake up if I don't like coincidence with you. ”

“That's a lot of confidence. ”

It was not completely false, but he achieved his goal here. He said he wanted to see the face of chance. And I met myself.

He pushed the face of this insubordinate group behind him and uncovered the identity of the strange feeling he had heard since he suddenly met.

best-selling author's handwriting.

“Pilgrimage. Scroll. ”

“Huh? Who's the scroll? ”

I see. It was the scroll that mattered. I only saw this face in my profile photo You look much younger. And much thicker eyebrows. I said, "Yes, I saw him somewhere." And I was watching him as a scribe. It brings back memories. Information arrives as the wall is breached.

He was the author of topics that followed him. He was a 20-year-old scriptwriter who debuted in paragraphs.

Unlike himself, when he is wandering the streets as a homeless person, he is firmly positioned as one of Korea's leading authors. The laughter poured out.

A writer like that comes to see himself and talks about his rival.

“It should be an honor. ”

“What?”

He looked out the window for a moment. The traffic light that came across was illuminating the blue light. People cross to the other side in unison.

“Good. I'm going to call you a scrapbook from now on. ”

“Why?”

“I'll give you the rival's number instead. ”

He took out his phone. The scroll no longer inquires, but nods with a joyful face.