Chapter 66 – Shabby -1-
Day 8 of the finals.
In fact, as the original goal was to ‘advance to’ the finals, it was difficult to say that the performance in the finals was smooth sailing.
Hye-ji, in her own way, wanted to give me strength and gave me a cover of her whole body that showed a lot of her beauty.
[Lekka on the cover of a story that advanced to the finals]
Stories suck, but novels are boring
ㄴI enjoyed watching this, but I wasn’t quite convinced by Yasugak, so I left the show.
ㄴDo you understand Yasu?
ㄴShouldn’t you ask first whether you can do it or not?
What a piece of shit… Is that real?
Wow, you explained it well
ㄴThat must be a scene from the latest episode
ㄴYou can’t use illustrations, but
ㄴNot an illustration
Yes, it’s outsourcing
ㄴBecause the writer and illustrator were working together on this, there was a lot of copying of the illustrations
[Remarks on dark secrets]
Honestly, it’s a waste to tell the story
ㄴㅇㅈ…
ㄴㄹㅇ
ㄴㄹㅇIM
ㄴFuck it, it’s real
ㄴNovels can’t keep up with pictures
ㄴIs there a novel that catches up with the picture?
Yes, there are a lot of them?
ㄴWhat is it?
… I decided to stop looking into it.
I was grateful that Hyeji helped me. And as far as community reaction goes, that’s it if you don’t care. All I had to do was focus on my novel and communicate only within my novel.
However, it is not easy when the work is on a certain level.
ㄴFuck the probability is so bad haha I’m leaving ㅅㄱ
ㄴNo matter how dirty the story is, there is no build-up ㅋㅋㅋㅋ ㅆㅂ got off
As the number of preferred works increased and the number of views increased, the number of people who did not like the work naturally increased.
Thanks to this, I started to get scared of comment notifications.
I tried to somehow change the much-maligned beginning, but it was in vain.
The plausibility of the topic was a mess, and the connection between episodes was too tight, so errors such as modifying the first part created a contradiction with the second part were repeated. If you modify the back part accordingly, the conversations between the characters in the back part no longer make sense. In order to fix it again, a major project had to be done that required touching the back of the back.
To put it in a novel way, this is a ‘dominoes-style modification’, and to put it bluntly, it is no different from a remake.
I wasn’t confident in going through the trouble of changing the entire first half of the series. Then, if the power to continue updating is exhausted, who will be responsible?
Can not help it. Let’s endure it.
Anyway, this isn’t the last work of my life.
The 13th day of the contest, amid all the chaos.
It’s the day I was supposed to meet Hyeji for the first time in a long time, but ironically, it’s raining heavily. Because of the significantly higher humidity, riding the subway and interacting with people was much more difficult than usual. The fishy smell of rain, the smell of people’s sweat in humid weather, and the air conditioner turned on only on low due to the ambiguous temperature all worked together in my mind to heighten my discomfort.
It’s a situation where I’m not sure if I can maintain the tension just by thinking good thoughts, but strangely enough, when I’m in a bad mood like this, I especially want to look for sharp criticism of the writing. What kind of psychology is this?
It goes without saying, but looking for those reactions doesn’t make you feel that much better. Rather, it only becomes more gloomy and painful.
“Phew…”
I have to stop watching.
I think it’s a lie to say that you get used to being criticized. We can only pretend to be resolute and okay, but the clear scars left behind by such words hurt anyone.
[This station is Hongik University entrance. This is Hongik University Station. The door you get off at is…]
In the end, I couldn’t sit down even once while coming here. Cases like this are rare, but today is a truly unlucky day.
Still, it’s much better than Hyeji going through all this trouble and coming to Konkuk University.
With that in mind, I passed through the ticket gate and climbed the stairs. As the ground gets closer, the sound of rain hitting the eaves above the escalator becomes louder.
At the end of the sound of rain.
“Oppa!”
There was Hyeji.
When I approached Hye-ji with a grin, she ran towards me like a child, threw herself into my arms, and pressed her face.
“Oppa, you smell so good!”
“I missed you, Hyeji.”
“Go quickly. “I’m hungry.”
“It’s raining a lot so makgeolli will go well with pajeon.”
“That’s right! “I’m going to eat a lot today.”
As we walked out into the rain under the same umbrella, Hyeji poked my side with her signature sly expression.
“Why~ Today is the day my brother sleeps at Hyeji’s house!”
Hyeji looked really excited. Seeing Hyeji so excited, as if she was already drunk, made me feel good too.
… It should be good.
For some reason, I already felt exhausted.
Why is this like this?
Is it because it rained?
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“Oppa, bindaetteok, ah~ try it~”
Hyeji, who had already become quite drunk after less than an hour of coming in, kept putting snacks into my mouth and laughing out loud.
I continued to check Hyeji’s condition while eating it.
“Didn’t you drink too much? Should I get some air?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay! Oppa, something nice happened to Hyeji today~”
The way her body sways every time she says a word with eyes that are almost drowsy from sleepiness is breathtaking. Makgeolli is okay when you drink it, but when you stand up you get really drunk, but if she started doing that already, she might have passed out by the time she got home.
“What is a good thing?”
When I asked, Hyeji quietly leaned her head on my shoulder. A soft and sweet shampoo scent wafts in.
“I received an outsourcing request today! “It’s worth 2 million won!”
Wow, the scale is really different.
In fact, if you look at it objectively, it doesn’t make much sense to share Hyeji’s views with her.
Now Hyeji earns better than me.
While I was struggling by writing only half-baked works, Hye-ji gradually increased her status through web novel illustrations, and now, if you want to entrust Hye-ji with illustrations, you have to charge from 800,000 won for a commercial half-length.
If you include three characters and a few options, you can easily spend more than 2 million won.
I still haven’t been able to make 2 million won a month with just novels.
“Phew.”
She felt sick for no reason and drank a glass of makgeolli. Hyeji was clinging to my arm and making cute, puppy-like snorts.
“Oppa, that’s why I live today~”
“Uh, yes.”
“If you want to eat anything, whatever…”
Slurp.
Hyeji collapsed in my arms and fell asleep peacefully.
“…”
She said that Hye-ji would buy it, but in the meantime, she thought it would be too rude to take out Hye-ji’s card and pay, but the price of the green onion pancakes was a lot higher than she expected, so she was a little hesitant about paying.
Still, men have pride.
I’ll just have to calculate it myself.
The rain became more and more intense. I supported Hyeji under the umbrella and eagerly took a step in front of her. Perhaps because it rained so heavily, there were few people in Hongdae, and the only sound was the loud sound of rain.
“Huuuuu…”
Hyeji is still in a half-asleep state. I felt like I might have sprained her ankle, so I held the umbrella with one hand and held on to Hyeji’s waist with the other arm. It was a good thing that Hyeji was so thin that it fit comfortably in her arms.
“Ugh, ep…”
It looks like he didn’t feel very well because he pulled it too hard. I stopped for a moment and gave Hyeji time to catch her breath.
Shoot.
We stopped for a moment in the pouring rain.
“Whoa, whoa…” .”
Hyeji continues to catch her breath. Her drunken lips are cute and beautiful.
“Are you okay, Hyeji? “I heard you drank too much.”
“Oppa will take care of it, hehe, because I trust you…”
Hyeji smiled and pressed her face as she stood in my arms. Hyeji really liked leaning against me and rubbing her body.
“It’s warm.”
I guess it’s because I can most clearly feel that we are together.
“Lee Se-gwang…”
“Huh?”
Hyeji suddenly called me by my name, and she was a little embarrassed. But soon Hyeji put on an ecstatic expression again and buried her face in my chest.
“Mine, Lee Se-gwang… “My love Lee Se-kwang, hehe.”
Hyeji seemed to just like me.
What does our relationship look like to others? Can we see it as a good fit?
Does Hyeji know that Illere is a waste?
In fact, even if the positions were changed, I would still love Hyeji. Rather, they will comfort you more and tell you that you don’t need to be intimidated and that they love you.
Of course now.
In reality, we may be making that assumption because we are so far behind Hyeji.
“Oppa, you’re mine, I love you Lee Se-gwang…”
I walked out into the rain again, supporting Hyeji, who kept repeating the words, “I love you.”
I want to be a boyfriend who suits Hyeji and is confident in front of her.
“Ha…”
Normally, my steps to Hyeji’s house were always light and exciting, but today, perhaps because it was raining or because I was drunk, I had no strength to keep track and felt like I kept sagging.
The rain was so fierce and rough.
