Chapter 5 – #5. Phone Call
“Mr. Minho, why do you keep trying to explain in words rather than models or blueprints?”
“Architecture is not about words. We are people who tell stories with images, not novelists or speakers.”
“Are you going to take a model like this to the builders later and explain it at length?”
…Ah. It’s hard to get rid of it.
Not long after Hannah’s evaluation was over, my name was called.
Having barely succeeded in printing the panel, I started giving a presentation in front of the professors with wide eyes.
However, the response was harsh.
Bond marks left here and there.
Woodrock with traces of sharpening left here and there because the knife was not cut straight.
I couldn’t even ask the professors, who were accustomed to meticulous and tidy things, to look at my work.
“The concept itself…Isn’t bad. But now the way to express this or the perfection of this work itself…”
In fact, I don’t know what other departments are like, but do you know that few people in the Department of Architecture make the final presentation sane?
The girls put on makeup and the boys dress up and stand in front of the professors, but they are like corpses.
No one who does Petey will ever sleep for 8 hours.
It’s probably common for people who haven’t slept for 36 hours.
I was no different either.
As always, I just wait for their whipping to end.
Their comments flowed into the left ear and were still leaking out through the right.
“Anyway. Well, good work. Be sure to remember the advice the professors gave you during Critic today and be the next person.”
As soon as my turn was over, I ran home.
After party? There was no need for anything like that.
Sleep was first.
Throwing myself on the bed without even washing myself, I picked up my cell phone.
Before going to bed, I always tended to check the comments on my novels.
Ohh… Follow the number of views and the comment window… Let’s see…
It was different from day to day, but I felt welcome when I saw the nicknames that were always visible.
[Dai 234]
[Going home 22]
In particular, I tend to memorize almost all the nicknames of the readers who have followed me from the beginning of the work until now.
Is that person not there?
The man who made my novel a cake.
[White Snowflake].
As I was scrolling down, I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth going up.
-Ah, really, writer, why are you here… Ah… Please… Yeoncham…
[White Snowflake]. Even today, you are constantly reading my posts.
I wondered if this would be the most rewarding moment while working as a writer.
Of course, the day the income came in was also very good, but it felt different from that.
I thought that those kind of comments were the driving force that allowed me to wake up from fatigue and write the next part.
Ha ha… I still have about two pieces in my stockpile, so I guess it doesn’t matter if I sleep for now.
Nam Ga-yeon’s episode is coming to an end, but who will be the next heroine…
I fell asleep while worrying about whether there would be a concept for a dog.
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…What time is it? Now.
The clock showed 9:00 PM.
What is it… It’s been a little while longer than I thought?
I came home around 6 o’clock, so I only slept for three hours, so why did I wake up again.
Just like a slug, I pulled the blanket over again and checked my phone.
There was a message from Huimin in the unread messages box.
[Hey. Lee Min Ho. The professor was really looking for you.]
…Huh? A professor? Me? Why? Why?
I thought that I should just accept the grades as they are given, but when the professor said that he had found me, I felt uneasy.
I hurriedly hit Huimin on the phone.
[Hey. What. The professor said he found me.]
[Hey. Where have you been I was notified not to go until the end.]
What. Was there anything like that?
I guess I didn’t check it because I was working on it.
[So? Was there anything special?]
Surely it’s not like mercilessly cutting grades by half.
[No, not really. I just said that I had a hard time and asked people to go to the after party.]
[Ah… I’m glad… I was surprised. I have a phone call.]
[But only you are not coming.]
That’s a bit pricey, but…
Ayy. What about what has already happened?
[Ah~ I don’t know. I just sleep again.]
After cutting off the phone call with Hwimin, I naturally saw the call history displayed on the screen.
[Hannah]
That’s right… Boy…
HNE Author…
It must have happened this morning, but it felt like a dream.
I never thought Hannah would have been my illustrator…
Suddenly, I remembered her words that I gave her.
Do you want your life to end If you contact me, you will receive it.
“Aagh!”
Hyeonta came and I screamed in my room in my own room.
Crazy guy crazy bastard.
What are you talking about because your brain is pickled in obscene language?
I remembered her face as she looked at me with pitiful eyes.
Ugh… You must be thinking that I’m a really fucking pathetic bastard, right?
Even if I knew her author’s name, she would have been able to infer that I was a person who was sincere enough to identify the artist with her drawing style.
But… To call me a pervert unilaterally, the guy I draw is also…
Sitting in front of the computer, I read the e-mails I had shared with the author of HNE once again.
A mailbox full of obscene words that cannot be read outside the real room.
Is Hannah… A pervert?
If it was a man, it would be enough to think that she was naturally of the same class as me, but if the writer said it was a woman, she had no idea how to accept it.
There were very few private conversations with her, so little was known about her as a person.
She had no way of knowing if this was her hard work spirit or if she was exchanging conversations like that with me because she really liked those things.
That’s why it’s funny to ask the writer [Are you a woman?] Through her e-mail.
Then… Just… Just as Hannah said, just get a phone number and finish…?
I mean, this is fucking stupid.
It wasn’t a normal route, but I was the first to succeed in getting a woman’s number.
26 years old. I made a record worthy of being recorded in my life, but I’m ending it here?
I stared at the monitor with my arms crossed for a while, then I made up my mind.
First. Let’s not be like her main character ‘Lee Jin-seong’ in my novel [I Imprisoned Her].
The main character of my novel was an insane person who could not exist.
Lee Jin-seong, who discovered a weakness, never missed his prey the moment he discovered a weakness.
Lee Jin-seong cooked the heroines deliciously like a tightly woven spider web.
There were times when he found another weakness through his weakness and tightened his neck even more, and sometimes he instilled fear into the heroines with ignorant force.
Never. In reality. Don’t follow It was a model of someone who shouldn’t.
Okay. Don’t ask for much and ask for a meal.
To be honest, you might think it was a request that is nothing, but from my point of view, it was a very nervous event.
To think I… Tempted a kid like Hannah to go out to dinner…
Rejection… Maybe not?
Because it was counter-threatening.
If the reaction isn’t bad, shall we call it out one more time?
Do you know Maybe you can have a surprisingly good conversation with me?
And…If the relationship goes well…
Naeun is my…
Girl friend.
Will you be my girlfriend!
Haa… Is the spring that makes my heart tremble finally come to me too.
Being 26 years old and imagining things like this was embarrassing, but what…
I took a deep breath and stared at my phone.
Zen… Wouldn’t it be better to invite with a gentle concept?
No no
Don’t misunderstand my current situation.
I inadvertently assumed that she was my girl and almost filmed a romance by myself.
What kind of person am I to her?
Looking at her from her point of view, I am a mean and low school senior who hangs around with her weaknesses.
Then I decided that it was right for me to act accordingly, at least for now.
After a few beeps, her voice was heard.
[Hello.]
[Hey.]
[…Why.]
[Come out of Exit 8 of Huin Station by 5:00 tomorrow.]
The point was that there was no negotiation.
[…Huin station?]
Actually, it was just called because it was in front of my room.
There was no particular reason.
[Uh. Do you know if it doesn’t come out?]
It is also important to not give a chance to say no!
[Ah, I get it.]
I think it’s a bright voice to say that I’m scared?
Is not it? Is it my delusion?
[Hangs up.]
Pretending to be chic, I hung up the phone and sincerely admired my acting skills.
Kya! Lee Min Ho! I think it was fine!
Hmmmm… Where would be a good restaurant in front of my house…
Humming a song, I thought about where to eat with Hannah.
The sundaeguk house is amazing… But isn’t the sundaeguk a bit…
I want to eat a hamburger too… I’ve called all the way here, but if I ask to go to Wax Donald’s, it’s a bit like that, right?
And I never imagined that we would go to a greater place than I thought.
