Great Novelist

Introduction

Two girls pulled out a comic book, while West and Baron pulled out a book. Everyone is reading something like a sentence. Holding still, he picked up a copy of the door on his desk. The most recent was number 34.

Issued eight years ago. The title of the sentence was “Memories.” The two letters written on the yellow background reminded me of the season of reading. The table of contents lists the works of the Moon Prophets. At this time, the verse prophecy shows whether they were liberal or not. Short novels, poetry, essays, testimonials, and one word left to his subordinates. I opened the middle point.

A bit of a clumsy sentence, he wrote down what the verse meant to him.

School air is cold. We step on hard marble. Look out through the bars of the bars. I didn’t have any complaints about that. It was just that sometimes I was so tired that I couldn’t bear it. So I entered the door with the feeling of buying cheap socks for sale on the street. The yellow socks I had actually worn were thicker and warmer than they looked.

“Yellow socks. ”

So the cover is yellow.

“Huh?”

“It says right here. ”

“What?”

Seogwang took away the door that was in his hand. While he was reading, he looked at another statement. I noticed the first statement. I opened it carefully, and there were a lot of underlings.

I think this was the maturity of the Moon & ’92; s book. The title is’ Start ’. It was literally the beginning of tradition.

When we looked closely, this door was almost married, but there was a pretty good brew.

“Look at this. That’s when the teachers started dating. ”

“Really? Let me see. ”

It was a conversation between Seonghwan and Sunhwa. Suddenly, everyone, except Baron, had a doorway in their hand. Baron was reading a book without even looking at the door.

“Don’t you read it? ”

“That’s enough.”

He asked, but coming back was a dry answer.

“Who’s got the first volume? ”

“Here.”

“Did you see it all? Can I see it? ”

“Yes.”

Like turning a comic book, he asked. He picked up 23 passages that he put down after spring. Surprisingly, there was a tale of the science prep room. When I read the article, this tale did not seem to frighten the students. There was also a serious discussion on human models.

In the last chapter, there was also a saying that he had taken the audacity test.

“I took a dare test. ”

Can I do it at night? ”

“I snuck in, but I guess I didn’t get caught. I hope the principal hasn’t read this. ”

I didn’t answer the question of Seonghwa, but I was interrupted by Seonghwa.

“Sounds fun. Shall we? ”

“If I go to school at night, I’ll only see kids who want to sleep. ”

“It’s an age without romance, anyway. ”

While listening to the groaning of the western lights, I saw the 17th verse this time. Writing flu was so popular that I thought it was a high proportion of reviews. I had never seen a book before or still had a lot of appreciation for famous works. There was a page with dots on it from the same book. As I was reading, the urge to look for the book suddenly rose. The short plot draws on the flavor. I’ll stop by the bookstore on the way.

“Something interesting. Look at this.”

Seogwang muttered.

“Even the writings we write will someday be read by our successors. I want to write well. ”

Sunhwa says, spring nods strongly next to you. The three eyes were lively.

“Reading this makes me want to wear yellow socks. ”

There is another drink of sunflower in the voice of little spring.

“Let’s have six teachers report it. ”

Seogwang agreed.

“engrave the name of the doorman. ”

He finished with a thick voice.

“It’s so tacky to imagine. ”

He came home and stared at his debut on the bookshelf, lying in bed. I remembered the words of Seogwang. You haven’t read it yet.

“I read it and slept, and I wrote it. ”

At that time, I quietly said what I couldn’t get out. No one was listening.

Seogwang continued to recommend books to himself after that day. When recommending something, it comes with responsibility. Evaluations will be made as to whether or not the subject meets the requirements. Not only for others, but also for yourself. Did he introduce anything he might like? Do you like what he introduced you to?

When he evaluated it, Seogwang was very good at recommending books to others.

I enjoyed reading all the books he recommended. Basically, she reads any book without fading. But like everyone else, he also had more interesting topics, such as writers. Seogwang picks books that are more like ghosts.

So I was pretty happy with his recommendation. He tasted it with sorrow.

He does not always give up, but throws in the bird’s trail.

I didn’t feel as moved as others felt about the writing I wrote. Plus, I didn’t feel like reading it.

I got up thinking about Seongwang, who I recommended so hard.

“In a long time, I’ll read a little bit. ”

Still, he’s an avid reader reading this book he wrote. Writing exists to be read. No readers, no writers.

I took out the book and opened any page. It was a scene where the protagonist ‘Kite’ got up and went for a walk at night. He washes and dresses in a dark room. You do nothing while the eye adapts to the darkness.

I can only think of one thing if I’m reading it. You can turn on the lights. Contemporary.

The background of this post is mostly night. I set the kite’s activity time to a thorough night. I wanted to make her lonely.

I needed an empty glass to fill the water.

Characters look at ‘birds’ in their own eyes. He turns away, kills, watches, searches. It looked colorful, but the color they had was one. The night floods everything with darkness.

After reading about five lines, I closed the book roughly to make a sound. This post is unconsciously fake and frowns. I don’t understand.

“What’s so great about this? ”

*

“Hello.”

He entered the room and greeted Baron, the senior. Baron takes his eyes off the book and says,

“You don’t have to say hello. ”

It is a dry tone. It is not your concern to put down the hassle of greetings. It’s like a line between desks. This is my land from here. Don’t come over.

That tall black guy looks a little innocent. Hitting the wall openly is a child’s privilege.

Even though I cut the line, it was hard to find my own house, rather than my own land.

“I’ll say hello. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Baron looks back at the book without saying a word. It contained the meaning of permission.

“Everyone’s here. ”

The late teacher said that without bringing the attendance. Seogwang-in muttered, saying that he would not even give up his thumb. It was a disadvantage with fewer people.

“You all have notebooks and notebooks, right? ”

“Yes.”

A total of five notes were on the long desk. Sunhwa and Spring have prepared a notebook that looks the same side by side. Looks like you two are living together.

“Good. It’s actually the first day of the club. On the first day, you need to introduce yourself. ”

I was moaning for a short time because my emotions were straightforward. The spring next to me was not so good. It was a very difficult task for Korean youth to come forward and express themselves with their eyes.

“Can you step forward one by one? ”

“Do I have to? We got pretty chummy last time. ”

Everyone shakes their heads at what he says.

“You’re not even close to me yet. ”

Seonhua shuts up, unable to tell you that he’s close to you, too. Seeing such a painting, Moon nodded as if he knew everything.

“You don’t want to make a presentation, do you? Then let’s write like scribbles. ”

“Wow, that’s great. ”

It didn’t matter, but I agreed quietly because it was easier to write than to say. Everyone was delighted to have lifted up their pen to avoid the announcement.

“How much do I have to write? ”

“The quantity is free. ”

“Can I just use one line then? ”

Seogwang asked with a playful voice. He said with an attitude that it had nothing to do with Moon.

“As long as you can express yourself in one sentence. Not a word. ”

“That’s more difficult. ”

Without further ado, Seonggwang, holding the pen quietly, looked at the paper with nothing written on it and thought: What should I start with? I’ll start with a name.

I remembered the most popular self-introduction in my head. Who am I? I’m a flower age. Hobbies are reading and listening to music.

“I don’t know. ”

Seogwang inherently tried to approach. It was literally about introducing yourself to others. Think of yourself as someone else, and write down what others want to know about you.

What would Moon want to know? Grades? They’re more literary than that, so I wonder how good they are at writing. At that point, Seogwang quietly asked himself. Are you a good writer? There was only one answer. I have no idea.

Seogwang sighed. I don’t know who I am, and I don’t want you to introduce me.

“I haven’t established my identity yet. ”

“Did you get there with just one introduction? ”

He smiled and said.

He glances at his notebook. It was blank, just like itself. What’s with that relaxed look on your face?

“Do you know me when I don’t know you? ”

“I’m doing my own self-reflection. Excellent.”

Seogwang explained the flow of consciousness brought about by his introduction.

“How about I write that I don’t know anything about me? ”

“That’s insubordination. ”

“It’s true.”

“Hmm.”

Seogwang thought a little. The reason why Lord’s words are not pleasant.

“I don’t know anything. ”

Then he shrugged his shoulders as if there was a problem.

“Write what you know. ”

Oh, amazement flowed from the mouth of the West. I feel like I just found the wrong first button. Let’s be honest about ourselves. I couldn’t write a single letter as I focused on what others wanted.

Don’t tell me you said that on purpose. He stares at the air with his chin bent. His self-introduction was still blank. Or not.

“You have a lot on your mind. ”

“What? Why are you eavesdropping? ”

“You were talking right in front of me. That’s why you can’t write. You have to cut a line to get out of poop and mischief. ”

“Aha, that’s why you get poop. Eraser poop. Stop blowing powder, will you? ”

Her notebook also wrote a third of the schedule. And there’s rubber around it. The powder clears up like a bouquet, causing the eyes of the line to become increasingly dazzling. Seogwang didn’t back down.

“Better than you who didn’t write a word. ”

“Australia is blank, too. ”

“Look next to me. ”

Seogwang turns his head to the side along his fingers. A third of Australia’s notes have been filled. What, when did you write it?

“I wrote it when you were talking. ”

He said that and still teased his hand. Seongwang, who felt threatened by him, immediately started writing after finishing his argument.