Great Novelist

“Goodbye. ”

“Yes. Take care. ”

Teacher Moon left the children first and then left them alone in the science preparation room. There were five notes submitted by the doorman. They were spotless birds.

I opened the first chapter from the top notebook. It was time to hear the voices of the young disciples.

My name is Ahn Sun Hwa. She's 17 years old, and her blood type is type B. His grades remain at the top, and his hobby is watching comics. I love comics. Nevertheless, I entered the literature, not the cartoons, because the cartoons that run in our school are not the real cartoons.

From now on, complaints about the school's club operations are cool. In your letter to the teacher.

The story of the comic book is long enough to cover half of it. It's detailed about what you like.

I want you to see me as a bright and healthy girl! Take good care of him!

Be honest and straightforward until the last word. I have the courage to speak up about my favourite area In Moon's head, the image of the painting came to mind at once.

At this rate, he was able to reveal himself well.

I heard the second note. It was like a sunflower note. I anticipated who it belongs to.

My name is Yun Bom. She's 17 years old, and her blood type is Type A. I love reading. I love comics. I love literature. Moon Ye came in as a friend's recommendation. Teachers, friends, and seniors are all unique, so I think I'll enjoy the activities ahead.

Thank you very much.

That was the end. Only traces left in the margins were written and erased. Less verbal and more passive spring, it seems clumsy to introduce yourself. However, this short sentence also features the character of Spring. She was praising the neighborhood she had just met. The format of self-introduction was much like that of Sunhwa. Her introduction focuses more on others than on herself.

I wonder if he's sensitive around here.

I took a moment to organize my thoughts and looked at the next book. I saw the name Kim Seo-gwang.

Dear Literature Teacher,

This is Seogwang Kim. I started high school and I chose the book as my first club. I didn't choose a club to help my whole life just because I didn't like studying. I love studying, but I really don't like pushing things.

My parents say I'm immature. He will also regret this childless age. But I know that. that it's not just regret that comes to mind now.

I love books. So I entered the book. I think the moment I became fond of the book was the moment when tears poured out in the letters listed. I cried in a book once. It was an amazing experience. It wasn't beautiful music, it wasn't beautiful colors, but I was moved.

I empathized. I will never forget the moment I was moved by the book. Cry and laugh at the many stories left by great writers. That alone can make a person grow.

He organizes himself into this last line.

Written by Kim Seo-gwang, a disciple who loves every story in the world.

The next one was Barron. I was frankly surprised when he first came to the office. I want to paint. I heard it and said it. I'm a literature teacher. Baron replies, I know.

This polite rebellion seems to exist in the world, so I let it go. There must be at least one person around who is opposed to universal.

What kind of painting did the teacher draw?

I opened the sketchbook and put a satisfactory smile in my mouth. There was a very familiar painting. A bird in a white background. I immediately remembered the cover of a book.

I felt a little relief. If you'd read this book, you'd have felt it. Either way.

I listened to the last remaining notebook. Space How.I don't know this guy very well. Seems immature but grown-up. It seems to float, but melts well around it. I'm confused if it's calm or dull.

If you read about yourself, you'll know a little bit about yourself. Mr. Moon handed over his notes.

“Oh, my gosh. ”

Whether to call this ingenious or not. The title in the first sentence has a smile.

About grilled mackerel.

A mackerel called blue fish on its back. The light and luscious flesh can be called the sea pork belly, but it has no color. A good mackerel needs a little salt. If not, you need a little trimming. It's a process to catch the smell.

Prepare water with a little bit of rice water or miso. If you soak for 10 minutes and rinse off the running water, you won't get dirty anymore. With lemon, shredded beetroot, and soy sauce, you can enjoy delicious mackerel.

I always have a delicious grilled mackerel. But my father doesn't like that mackerel.

You don't want the hands of someone who can smell the ocean. It is said that even if a stinking fish stirs your throat, it is better than a mackerel that has been tamed by human tastes.

On the side of me yearning for washed away stink, I inadvertently remember the days of my father who smelled of life.

This evening, I want a piece of mackerel baked and finished.

“Grilled mackerel.”

I like it. I read what he wrote again. This is a great introduction that I do not want more.

“It turned out to be an interesting one. Kids are good at writing these days. ”

I muttered, thinking of a young writer passing by in my head.

*

I was reading in the room, and I heard the door open. I saw my mother coming in.

“You've been back.”

“Yeah. Hungry. I'll grill you a mackerel.”

“Yes.”

It was awkward to say a half-word, so he began to write respectful words a long time ago. They were just starting high school and thinking they had grown up.

“What about you?”

“You must be working at the scene. He comes in late.”

As soon as she came in, she took off her clothes and began cooking. As she walked into the kitchen, the house came alive. With the sound of crumbling or knitting, the fish is transformed into a pungent aroma. I quickly prepare dinner with my hands free of maggots. It was not a mockery of a day or two. Accurate and proficient. He just laid a spoon next to it or spread rice.

“I'll eat well. ”

I put the white flesh of the mackerel lying on the plate in my mouth. Proper grease produced a soft texture. Since I ate it with hot white rice, even though I didn't have any other dishes, an air of booze came into my mouth.

“Everything okay at school? ”

“Of course.”

“Well, didn't anything interesting happen? ”

As always, I ask for your regards gracefully. I naturally told my mother what had happened today. It was little words that I had spoken with my friends, or interesting words from the teacher. Even what happened in the club, he chose the part where he could smile. Like his answer, my mother also let go of the things that had happened among the women today.

“She doesn't speak English. It's four dimensions.”

“Is that so?"

“I know. It's like she's talking. ”

and mimics Mrs. Four-dimensional's tone. I laughed at the sound of Mother's tongue. At the end of the conversation, he adds, as always.

“Everyone's words should only be with their families. You shouldn't talk behind my back when I tell you this. ”

“Okay."

My son's worries are in my body. When I cleaned out the dishes, I felt a sense of dessert. It was delicious because it was sweet. My mother opened her mouth when she ate a slice of the tender feeling.

“How are you feeling these days? ”

It was a bit sudden, he asked.

“What?”

“You've become famous. Your books sell well. Excited?”

Although she said it playfully, he was not young enough to be unaware of the concern behind it. He is worried that the forsaken son might be too excited or too arrogant. There were definitely moments like this before. I eat all the food like now, and then I carefully bite it. The immature son was annoyed by repeated words.

Parents also had a lot of questions about how to teach their son who had succeeded at a young age. When I think about it now, my parents did their best. It is you who have ignored it and not listened to it. Children are not creatures that parents raise. It was his choice and his career that led to such an end.

“Exciting.”

“But don't get too excited, you know? I can hook you up in one shot. ”

“I know. I still save everything without spending money. ”

“Yeah, that's great, son. My son is making me feel better these days. ”

I relaxed my mother and spent a long time relaxing watching television.

“Honey, the mackerel is so disgusting. Don't you have any lemons?”

“If it doesn't smell, is it a fish? No, just eat it. ”

My late father had to listen to the sound of mackerel grumbling and making my mother stay.

“Hey, play me another song. Exciting.”

“Got it. ”

A song rang out in the classroom. Listening to songs by writing classroom computers every break is trending every class these days. The song varies depending on who sits in the middle of the table, but the popular song usually plays.

Today, the captain held a mouse and rarely played a music video of a foreign pop singer. The boys whistled and cheered in a sexy movement. Then Jigsaw girls expressed their minds as well. Sister, take me. The sound of the students' laughter mixed with the music.

After shaking his head on the joyous previous week, he was conscious of the feeling of automatic translation and focused on lyrics.

“Why is it so serious to listen to a song? ”

“I need to think about something for a minute. ”

Seogwang, who was lightly riding the rhythm, laughed at him with a solemn face. He didn't care and continued to concentrate. In the past few days, I have tested this phenomenon, which is naturally interpreted when I come into contact with English as well as other languages.

Click and the sound in your head starts to ring. It's weird, I've seen people on television sometimes who are five- and seven-year-old language talent. Children self-awaken various languages in several languages to surprise the adults around them. Do they know the language with these senses, too?

“Hey, something's going on out there. ”

“Huh?"

Seogwang stared at the hallway and said. When I stop thinking and return to reality, a sharp scream flows into the classroom. The song stopped and the children were leaning out the door one by one. I got up and went out to see what was going on. The children who were passing by the corridor stopped and approached the scene of the incident. The centre of the children around the circle was empty.

"What's going on?"

"I don't see much."

When I went into the children to look more closely, suddenly the circle collapsed and the road opened up like the miracle of Moses. The liver starts screaming.

Passing through the open road across from him was one of the four who had many legs, neither god nor man.

“Wow, it's big. ”

“That's disgusting.”

“Kill someone. ”

Zinne was wandering among the children's legs, moving her legs diligently. From the point of view of Zinne surrounded by children, she will see more of our legs. The centipede would have noticed by now. You've come to a place I can't.

In fact, I heard from the teacher that Zinne often appears because of the geography of the school located close to the mountain in the neighborhood. It's just that first-graders are being overly alert to schools in Seoul and to strangers who appear in front of them. Maybe it's poisoned. The head or tail or confused tip comes twitching. That's dangerous.

“Let's kill him.”