Great Novelist

I slowly slowed down to my own signal. The park is quiet. The only sound it makes when it hits the ground is ringing. As I went inside, I smelled something like wet dirt.

I did not set a course, but every time I went out to the left, I went to the right, and then I set the direction as I wanted.

Occasionally, I could see my grandparents sitting in their normal habits. Did they come out to grow their strength, too?

“Hoo, hoo. ”

He thought as he ran. It's hard.

Still, it was definitely better than my previous body. It was a flesh that held youth. This body is significantly less likely to break down.

It reminded me of last night's news that the number one cause of death in their teens, 20s, and 30s was suicide. A healthy body. Young people die on their own.

“Huff, huff. ”

Oh, it's hard. My head was numb as if I'd taken too much oxygen, but I didn't stop. The crumbling landscape gradually came to me. It was slowing down.

“Haha.”

A smile flows through my rough breath. I felt the tail of my mouth go up. Funny. He kept running even though his feet were slow. I suddenly remembered school. Will it hold?

I don't know. Australia has set a remote resting place as the point of arrival and has given the bridge more strength.

“What's wrong with him? ”

“I don't know.”

Seogwang looked at Australia lying on his desk like a watery blanket and replied. Seonhua tapped him with his feet as if he were alive or dead.

“Wouldn't it be better to just let him sleep when he looks tired? ”

Spring said next to me, but the line didn't stop. He pretended to be asleep because he didn't want to move. Finally, he waved his hands and lifted his face.

There was a red mark on the cheek that was on the desk. He rubbed his face roughly and said.

“Why.”

“I wonder if it's a corpse. ”

“Alive.”

He confidently reported his survival. I finally understand the mind of the discharged battery. I squeeze out the last remaining energy and close my eyes with a warm heart. I'm sorry for the teacher, but so far, he has closed his eyes in class.

“What did you do at night? If there's anything good, let's share it. ”

“Do you want to work out at dawn? ”

“Why does it sound like we're sharing something good? ”

“Nice workout. ”

“All I need is the strength to listen to books. ”

Spring asked me about their conversation.

“Did you work out at dawn? ”

“Yeah, I just ran into the park. ”

“You've been working very hard. ”

“What are you waiting for? You'll be working for three days anyway. ”

The answer to the words of spring was Shenzhen. Three days.Maybe, given the way things are. He loosened his tired body.

“But what's going on in my class? ”

He yawned and asked.

"Don't be surprised."

Sunhwa said, "Sunhwa and Spring once kissed each other's eyes, smiling and lifting out the arms hidden behind their backs. A piece of paper that I had seen before revealed itself. It was a manuscript. Recently, there have been many new exercises, and the manuscript has been moved to autonomy.

Not if you want to.

“Bam, we're done writing. I came to boast.”

Maybe they chose to write more than one letter. It was cute to say with a full hug at that age. Seeing the end of anything brings pride.

In some ways, it was nothing but a copy of a book, but he genuinely applauded them.

Seogwang looked at the manuscript with envy.

“I'm still here. You're fast.”

“This is the basics. I was complimented by Sam Moon. He gave me candy.”

Pull out the strawberry-flavored sweets from your pocket.

“Never mind. I don't like strawberry. ”

The feeble rebellion in the West ended only with a smile on his nose.

He thought, putting his tired body back on his desk. I had to work hard, but I waited a little while. I couldn't hold the pen for long every time.

His writings were exhausting anyway. Anything is more like a solid color. I feel eaten when I look inside. I stab deeply and prowl without warning.

“But we have to see this through. ”

I saw two people smiling brightly. I want to taste that joy myself.

And it was Australia, which had been discharged without a bird to go home and sit at the desk.

It's hard.

He opened his eyes again and again the next day and again, hearing the alarm. Today was the third day. On the second day, there was a rapid crisis, but I could not be lazy in one day. You have to do at least three days. I woke up with cold water and led my body to complain about muscle pain everywhere.

“Here she is."

“Hey, I'm here. ”

And there was this guy waving his hands hard in front of the park. It was a notebook.

When he spoke to him about the exercise, he said he would do it without hesitation. In the same place as Australia.

“It's next door to you. Isn't it hard?”

“It's not that far. I used to come here all the time. ”

He said he was coming, but he couldn't stop it, so it turned out like this.

“But at dawn, it feels new. ”

New. He agreed with his sentiments. They change their appearance over time.

I simply warmed up and he asked me.

“How far are you going to run? ”

“I don't know. Should we run to the shelter in the middle? I have a vending machine.”

The scroll nods, claiming to know. It was in the middle of the park. I understand at once whether he was lying about coming here often or where.

“Do you usually exercise? ”

He said, "Yeah, my dad loves soccer, so I went to an early soccer game a couple of times. ”

It was different from him who had lived a life far from the sport. Maybe that's why he was able to continue to act as a writer.

“Be good to your father. ”

“Huh? Yes. Be obedient.”

Without succumbing to the slightest deviation of conversation, he sat by his side and waited for the scroll to warm up.

The user rotates its long arm with the sound of a roof. Twist your wrists and ankles and turn your neck. I jumped into position lightly. I watched his actions and asked.

“Let's start running. ”

“Good.”

I stood next to him, saying so.

“Then get ready. ”

The scrapbook says he's in position to run for his start signal. I could see him spreading his presence beside me. I feel different from running alone.

I can feel him breathing. Soon the signal will drop.

“Go.”

The two of them stepped forward at the same time. Faster than usual. He pauses for a moment, running alongside him. At this rate, you will fall out before you reach the shelter. I slowed down a little. Then In-young next to me flinches. He looks back. Kim was the expression on his face.

“Aren't you coming? ”

He said peacefully.

“Because I have speed. ”

“I'm leaving? ”

It was an awkward taunt for a child. He smiles small and nods to do as much as he wants. He thought a little bit.

“Yuck!”

I came forward boasting in my voice with an unknown voice. My grandfather, who was sitting in his usual state, didn't look surprised but just looked at this side quietly. Trees are trembling with branches.

Oh, man.

“Why don't you say something a little smaller? ”

“Here I am!”

Yeah, I'm here. He said this again.

“I have speed. ”

This is my speed. He shouted in excitement.

“Good! Let's battle. ”

“Quiet, please. ”

The two of them ran through the park. Faster than usual. Faster, but not too fast. This time, he went ahead of the scroll. I was going to run fast anyway.

“Ahhhh!”

It is a scroll that follows with a bang behind it. He empowered his legs a little more. I had a hard time running up the ramp that wasn't that high. It was much harder and much faster than running alone. And it was a little more fun.

The pace that would have been slow is now running. I didn't even think about last night's news. It was only evidence that he was focusing on it now.

“I see the notice! ”

Suddenly, the scroll that was running side by side shouted aloud. He wanted to lend a hand, "I have eyes," but his lungs were already working to the limit. The Bible's breath was also rough. The body sends a signal that there's not enough oxygen.

It's hard.

At that moment, I met the scroll and my eyes. At the same time, he sped up. The same was true of the scroll.

You see the entrance to the resting place. I see a white line. It's a goal point. When I thought I wasn't five paces away, my body was already passing through. As I passed through there, there was a scroll beside it.

“Huff, huff, huff. ”

“Ha, ha, ah. ”

I surrendered myself to a wooden chair in the resting place. I heard all the lessons again today. Sir, I'm sorry, but he begged for my forgiveness. The scroll was laid bare on a long bench. Every time he inhales oxygen, his chest swells up and down.

He burst into laughter.

“There's no mistaking it for a corpse. ”

“Isn't it natural to be alive? ”

“Yes, of course. ”

“I'm thirsty, but the vending machine is too far away. ”

“I see.”

The two of them looked at each other again. I raise my hand at the same time.

“Scissors, rocks, bao! ”

“I lost!”

The leg protrudes from the bench, staggering with the shock of defeat. He put himself deeper into the chair and enjoyed the winner's relaxation.

“What are you doing? I'm thirsty. ”

“Ugh.”

A few moments later, the chalkboard raises itself with a recoil and heads to the vending machine.

He searches his pockets and returns to the Lord. I did not like the look on my face.

“Why?”

“I didn't bring any money. ”

“Phew.”

In the end, the calculation was made by the Australian government. Yeah, 'cause you've come a long way. The scroll gives thanks and takes a cool sip of water.

“Khh! Now I can live. ”

“Drink slowly. I play with the water.”

I drink it deliciously.Australia also choked. A sip of water to drink after exercise was sweet like burning honey. Taking care not to drink in a hurry, he slowly handed the water over to his neck.

“What are you writing these days? ”

The scroll asks, "Lord, have another sip of water and open your mouth." The park reminded me of a recent quote by a creature who was the main character here.

“Elephant.”

“Elephant?”

“There are aliens. ”

“Aliens?”

Glug glug. At that moment, there was a rumbling sound. Even if it came from an elephant's stomach, it was loud enough. He turned his head and looked at the scroll. He strokes his belly and mutters without any embarrassment.

“I'm hungry.”

He ended up eating breakfast with him.

*

The white butterfly is nervous. No, it was the right thing to expect. I've worked in this industry for 10 years. It's been a long time since I was a newcomer.

Butterflies were agents, managing various authors, both domestically and internationally, and importing and exporting publications. While most of the work was imported overseas, butterflies always had a desire to make domestic works known to the world.

Such butterflies came to meet coincidence.

The writer, coincidence, was a person whose origins could not be found. The debut that made him a writer on the youngest paragraph debut is now receiving tremendous interest in Korea. They are still hiding faces and information there because they are still students.

“Are you looking at that expensive face today? ”