Great Novelist

After Mr. Moon's words, the children picked up a pen. Draw a large circle on the manuscript. A curve was drawn, ignoring the column. It's still an empty circle.

“What time will you plant the apple tree? ”

Seogwang asked Seonghua if she didn't remember. She seriously considers whether she really decided to plant it.

“I'll plant it right after I see the news. You should plant a tree to calm your nerves. ”

“Should I read a book? Who reads? Will there be more masterpieces then? I'll be out.”

Seogwang was also a book. It was the expression that new books would be expected more than the day of the destruction of the earth.

“How are you going to do? ”

He asked Baron. He was also drawing a similar circle in the middle of the sketchbook. It was also an art department.

“We'll be together as usual. ”

“That's what I thought. ”

Spend the day as usual. That wasn't so bad either.

“Well, I was thinking of running around naked. ”

“Hey.”

That's a great idea. It's the last day. Can't do anything. Seogwang actively agreed with me.

“Do you mind if I take a lap around the neighborhood? If you come near my house, I'll serve you a drink. ”

“I'll go if you're thirsty. But no trauma? It's weird to carry a purse around naked. ”

To put it strangely, I didn't know when I was naked. He thought to himself:

“Of course it's free. ”

“Good. Here we go. ”

I drew a new line in the middle of the schedule in the West. Serve your drinks. I didn't ask Barron. I set a time for daylight. Looking at his schedule, Seongwang asked.

“What are you going to do? ”

“Well, maybe he's writing. ”

He muttered in a low voice. I'm dying, but I don't think there's any writing in there.

“Yes, you do. So come and show me when it's done. There you go. I promise now. ”

“Come on. It's a burden.”

I turned on the light as if I had said it well once. The violent reaction caused him to bite back. Or not, Seogwang spits out words that are more curious about your writing than other writers who insist on reading it before dying.

“Okay, okay. ”

I didn't have a serious atmosphere. You can't just skip a horny reader like that. After roughly one meal and a walk, he wrote down the time to write about the last day on Earth.

“Oh, my God. What's all the fuss about? Typhoid addiction is also a disease. ”

“If it's a disease, I'll never fix it. ”

He was also fixing the time to see the cartoon. In the eyes of Lord, Seogwang or she was there. Spring, who was looking at her schedule, said.

“Do you want to watch a cartoon with me? ”

“Yes, you come to my house. Let's plant a tree together. ”

“Move your body and you'll be hungry. I'll pack a lunch. ”

If anyone hears me, I'll think I'm going on a picnic. The Lord smiles. Not a bad end for a picnic.

I looked at the plan for spring. He stopped laughing.

“It's the same.”

“Huh?"

The schematics of Shenzhen and Spring are the same. It is equal to the time I wake up after drawing a line. When the propaganda writes the contents, the spring also writes the contents.

Is she overreacting? He thought for a moment. We may not have taken the subject of Earth's destruction seriously. He makes an appointment like a joke and says he wants to go home like a joke. It could be enough. But...

“Are you two going to be together all day? ”

“Huh?"

“Spring, is there anything you want to do? ”

He asked me a question that was unusual in the same tone as usual. She thinks a little and smiles awkwardly.

“I'm not sure. ”

“Really?"

“Yeah, I guess I didn't feel it. ”

Spring was a little unnatural.

“What about you, Lord? What are you going to do? ”

She turns her eyes to the manuscript.

Yeah, actually, I used to care about something. There was something that kept on bothering me. A little glamour about the relationship between spring and sunflower. Sometimes I wonder.

The memory passed through my mind.

Results of a hundred pages. Running. Spring does not surpass sunflower. Especially in a position to demonstrate the results of writing training. I saw notes. Notes of the same design. A similar self-introduction written on it.

I remembered the school library. That was the first time I felt strange. Immediately before choosing a book, she asked Seonhua. Which one is better?

At this point, I was sure.

Spring was dependent on sunflower.

“It's time to choose. ”

Teacher Moon said to the doormen who were eating sweets. The children asked each other with a mouth-watering mouth.

“External pertussis. ”

Teacher Moon briefly explained to those children. The outer pertussis. He looked at the pieces of paper next to the chalkboard. It was all information gathered by Mr. Moon. Newspapers, publishers, universities, cultural foundations, and literary associations.

“There's also a Literature Expert Recognition Competition, so think carefully. Everyone is free to enter any contest. ”

Winning an award at the Literature Expert Recognition Competition helps you get into college. Literally recognized as a literary specialist. It was a competition many children desperately challenged.

“You don't have to go? ”

I asked around with a light tone. The doormen, who were about to come forward to look at the paper, looked around.

Moon nodded.

“Your choice. No one's saying anything. ”

He makes eye contact with the rest of the team.

“So are you. It's your call, Doc. I can't live for someone else's life. If you don't want to do something, you can say it. Just like your boss.”

Baron shrugs. In his hand was a sketchbook.

“So if you want to do something, do it. If there's anything you want to do, do it. I'm a teacher. I don't want anything to hurt you. ”

He saw the papers hanging on the wall. It was an amateur competition for high school students. I hesitated a little. Maybe I can get in there myself. Maybe they'll find out who they are. Maybe it's hurting someone. Maybe we shouldn't go out there.

“I wanted to get out. ”

I popped out of my head while it was complicated. Dr. Moon said.

“Choose, then. ”

If you choose, come on. Leave that out of it. Teacher Moon went out of business. In a sinking atmosphere, he stepped forward.

“There are many Youth Literature Awards, National Gallery, Literature Concourse, National High School Gallery · · · · · · ·. ”

There are words in common in many competitions. Eligibility, high school students. He swept his wrinkle-free back. He deserved to go out with himself.

“Where are you going? ”

Suddenly, spring came next to me. Beyond her, she was studying the Sunflower Games. Maybe they decided to leave.

He stared at her face. I rely on others. I am important to her. Act like you don't hate them. That's why I don't want to be better than them.

“I don't know yet. ”

It was a delicate matter. He decided to keep an eye on it a little longer. I can't live for him like Mr. Moon said.

“I'm getting out of here! ”

He grabbed the paper and said. The place she chose was hosted by a famous four-year university.

“National high school centipede. ”

“Are you looking for literary experts? ”

She was a model student.

“I won a prize and went to college. It's two birds in one stone. We can't miss it. ”

“It's going to be difficult. It's where the kids who go to school come in with chi. ”

Seogwang said, I have to have a strong feeling. Hearing that, the painting didn't shake.

“You'd better aim for something big. I want to experience the atmosphere. I've decided here. Spring, do you want to come? ”

Spring when I was looking at the paper, I nodded. And at that moment, her eyes turned elsewhere. At the end was a hundred inscriptions. It was a different competition from where the line was chosen.

He quietly asked her.

“Don't you want to go somewhere else? ”

“Huh? No. I think it would be nice if you went out with Sunhwa. ”

Spring smiles. Looking at that spring, he turns his head to the small voice behind him.

“Then I'll go for the prize. They're giving us a million won in gold. ”

It was the sloth. He was holding a piece of information. He said.

“Didn't you want to leave? ”

“I don't want everyone to stay out of it. ”

“Is that what you want? ”

“I don't know. I don't know what I'm thinking. ”

He nods. Not everyone knows for sure. A man's heart was a very troublesome object.

“Shouldn't we be in a hurry? ”

So he said: There's no rush. Seogwang thought for a moment and scratched his back head.

And I turned to jokes.

“It's a million. Isn't it tempting? I'll pay you back in cash. ”

Other children were also interested in the exaggerated voice. He left without saying a word to the children. I didn't intend to force the conversation.

“What is it? You got a prize? ”

“Yes. One million won. ”

“I'm a chicken! ”

“So am I. ”

It was spring and sunshine that had already set a menu. Baron opens his mouth behind his back.

“I'm Pizza. ”

I don't want to fall behind. He told them quietly.

“I drink Kimchi soup and burn. ”

“You don't have any soup. ”

Suddenly, I was curious about what Sunghwa said.

“Baron, where are you going? But he's the only art department on the Nominal Gatekeeper. ”

“Why won't you come out? ”

Baron said in a calm voice. Then I take out a piece of paper that I received in advance.

“Teacher Moon will never forget me. This is information about the Death Race. ”

“Wow, when? Do you want us to cheer you on? ”

“Never mind. You're distracted. ”

Baron refuses. I looked back at the doorway to the bustling usual atmosphere, and he said,

I glanced at the first juvenile literature book.

It was a relatively low level of attention.

“Here we go. ”

I ran in the park early this morning. When I arrived at the resting place, it was routine to draw and drink beverages from the vending machine. He looked at the scroll, sitting as if it were a chair, with his neck parched.

Those thick eyebrows looked particularly thick today. Probably because he's in the shade.