Great Novelist

The black man comes at you with his long legs. The color of the badge indicated that he was a sophomore.

While everyone was staring at him dazed, he remembered his face. It turned out that there was a black student in high school. I never spoke to him, but I knew what he looked like.

His blunt impression came to life in my head.

“Hello."

When he greeted him in a frozen atmosphere, he sat in the remaining chair and looked at him. The area around the eyes is white.

“Huh."

“You must be the doorman, too. ”

“Or not. ”

“It's called the Space Shuttle. Please take good care of him.”

It was a fluent Korean language that didn't match its appearance. The rest of the disciples came to their senses and greeted him in turn.

“Baron Kim. He's a sophomore. You don't have to be so nervous. ”

Baron has no smile on his face. He was a rare senior in this country. The children who were difficult to do so began to notice each other. Except for Australia.

“Can I call you Mr. Barron? ”

“Suit yourself.”

Having gained courage in his attitude, Seongwang asked questions. Turn it around, of course.

“You have the same last name as me. ”

“My father is Korean. Born in Korea."

Barron was not offended. But I wasn't even gentle. It's a moment of silence. Baron pulls a book out of his bag as if it were familiar.

As I entered the book, everyone seemed to be somewhat interested in something called books. He stares at the book in his hand. Just looking at the prowling lights next to him, I can't help but anticipate what he's reading. Baron's hands, wrapped around a white cover, are clearly visible.

Glug.

Teacher Moon came in and it was a sign of the end of the silence.

“Teacher!"

“Yes, I am a teacher. ”

Despite the violent greetings of the children, he was clumsy.

“You're all here. ”

“Is that all five? ”

“Easy and good to check attendance. ”

It is neither promotional nor entertaining wealth for unwilling children. How many high school students like books? There are at most five who will include themselves in the book.

With a large number of books in his hand on the desk, Mr. Moon took up the last remaining seat at the end of the long desk, opposite Baron. He puts everything he brought on his desk. Suddenly, it seemed like a book.

“It is literary science, a teacher in the Moon Yaoi department. Let's have some fun club activities together. ”

It's a fun club. He looks strangely excited. It was somewhat different from the nude appearance I showed in class. I haven't seen him for a long time, but now he seems to be the most lively.

“You look more enjoyable than you did in your class. ”

Seogwang said, It was not just himself who felt that Moon teacher's attitude was different. Everyone was looking at him with a look of excitement.

He smiled brightly and replied. It was a face that was hard to see from the teacher.

“Of course. Your teaching is less fun than counting sand in the desert. You have no idea how painful it is to think about going to school every Sunday night. ”

“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Of course I don't know.It was the first time a teacher would say something like that. What kind of reaction should I have at this time? Teacher Moon's expression is so vivid that it can be passed on as a joke.

Seogwang empowered his mouth with a bursting smile. While I was embarrassed by the teacher's words, I felt a sense of empathy that he was just like me.

“Haha.”

He was smiling with a loud voice.

“You have to come to school to make a living. I know life's too short to live with, but knowing that doesn't make the class any more fun. So I went to see if there was anything in the school I could have fun with. ”

“Is that the lady of the house? ”

He was a very unusual teacher, he said.

“It's a doorway, to be exact. I found it in the school library. ”

The identity of the books he had placed on his desk was a doorway. Australia was also intrigued that these were kept in the school library.

“This is the tradition of the Gatekeeper. All the doorways are in the school library. 34 volumes in total. The 35th verse is what we make. ”

“We make doors? ”

The lines turned out different titles and thicknesses. The contents of it will be the same. It looked professional and difficult.

“It's not that hard. We're just intertwining processes. ”

“So, are we writing something to put in the door? ”

Teacher Moon frowned as he spoke about the expected activity.

“It's not boring to put it somewhere. ”

“Really?

“Don't confuse the order. The door is not the target. It's a process. It's what you leave behind. ”

“I don't understand. ”

Seogwang raised his hand and said. Teacher Moon thought for a moment and opened his mouth.

“Forget it, then. ”

“Yes?”

That's a ridiculous answer.

“You don't have to understand. We're gonna do a doorway anyway. That's enough.”

I don't know anything else, but I know you're not very good at teaching. That's what he wanted to say. When we do our thing, the door is done by itself. In other words, the door is a memory.

“So what's the doorway? ”

“Of course it's writing. So, next time, bring notes and pens. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · ·. ”

Everyone gave a straight answer. The children who learned that the right answer doesn't come back now did not ask any more questions. He looked comfortable with no questions asked. I was bored with the idea that the teacher could be like that, too much already. Moreover, this teacher was surprisingly not bad.

As I was about to finish the description of the book, the teacher suddenly pointed to Baron with his fingertips.

“Oh, by the way, there's one of our deputies who doesn't want to write. I don't like to be pushed around, so I let him. I'm not gonna let you play, so don't be too hard on me. Do any of you have the guts to come in here and say you don't want to write, or are you just full of shit? Then it's time. I'll gladly give you my permission. ”

Unlike what I had, it was a pleasant tone. Thanks to you, the situation is a little late. Shenzhen mutters to himself. You're not going to write about this when you walk in the door? No, did he authorize such nonsense? Why did you come to the door in the first place?

“Then what are you doing alone? ”

He asked Moon's teacher. I heard the answer from behind.

“To paint. ”

Is that a picture? I thought you were going to solve the problem book, but that's a pretty romantic answer. I looked at him and asked again.

“Why?”

“Because I want to. ”

Everyone here knew I wasn't asking that. He didn't want to say why so childish an answer.

He gladly let him go.

“Then you're the only artist in Moonye. ”

“· · Feel free to think. ”

Barron looked at him with one eye, like this. Not just Baron, but also the other children.

“No one else wants to write, right? ”

Teacher Moon once again checked, of course the results did not change.

Even.

He gave a round of applause and entered the class.

*

“Then I'll tell you the basics of writing. Are you familiar with the term" multimundane multitasking "? ”

“Huh."

“In other words, if you want to write well, you have to listen a lot, read a lot and think a lot. ”

Even before someone answered, Moon said the answer.

Hear a lot, read a lot, think a lot. Chinese Old Master's secret to writing is this. It is also a good statement from the interviews of writers, but it is also a very ignorant secret to battle sheep.

“The way to write well is very easy. ”

“What is it?”

“You can use it a lot. ”

“Eg."

The voice of disappointment. He gives no mind to the explanation.

“Do you know what happens when people first hear a pen? Writing is the story of a person who writes and reads. I am the closest person, so I write my story naturally. ”

He opens his palms. There was nothing.

“We need to write a lot. That's how you do it. My story is limited. We're low on stock, so what do we do? ”

“I borrow it from someone else. ”

Teacher Moon smiled satisfactorily at his reply.

“That's right. If you guys do it, borrow Whitney, since you erased it from your friend next door. We need to borrow the text. ”

“How?”

“Listening, reading, thinking. If it doesn't work, talk to him, give him some food, bother him and get him out. ”

What to write. He searches inside himself or outside himself. Let's say you stepped on a stone while passing by. Some people just kick with their feet, but others listen to the stories of the stone, read his face, and think about his feelings to create a story.

“Let's start with attention to the surroundings. Speaking of which, who's the most obvious one around here right now? ”

“Noticeable · · ·. ”

“People.”

Everyone's gaze comes together in one place. Of course it was Barron. It was the center of the conversation a while ago. He noticed a small frown. It makes you more afraid of strong features. Moon said with great empathy for the children's choice whether the situation flowed as he thought.

“A minority can stand out. I'll give you an indefinite assignment as your teacher. This is also a training to be a good writer. ”

“Mission.”

Ignoring the ridiculous murmur of Seonghua, Moon teased him.

“Get a piece of paper from that strange senior. I don't care what it says. Instead, it should be submitted by Baron himself. ”

He was amazed. Clearly, people notice when they have to get something. When you think of a way to get a passage from Baron, you naturally look for the answer, follow it with your eyes and listen with your ears. Along the way, Barron is more likely to get close to the doorman. I'm not very good at teaching, so I do this brilliant thing.

“Ha.”

Baron glances at you, his face puzzled.

“Then do what you want. You can look at the door. ”

After handing him a bomb like this, Moon left the science preparatory room. He also said to come to the office if anything happens.

The remaining students looked at each other and agreed. Let's not say anything. Let's do our own thing.