Chapter 14 – #14. Article 8 of Urban Planning
[I imprisoned her. Author. There is a Midwinter writer.]
Throbbing.
Midwinter.
When my pen name came out of her mouth, I couldn’t help but be nervous.
[Huh. What do you think is the probability that that person is Mossulada?]
…Probability that I’m Mosol Ada?
Naeun’s question was a question that did not make sense to me.
Because this is a proposition that can be distinguished as true and false.
It was because it was not a realm of probability that could or could not happen.
Anyway, how do you answer this?
[I don’t know? 50 percent?]
After all, when you’re not sure what the wise answer is, half and half is the best.
[Do you think it is possible to write such a perverted novel without any real experience?]
I had to have a conversation assuming that I was not completely me, but her questions kept inducing me to empathize.
[Wha… Indirect experience has become so easy in the world these days, right? Book. Comic book. Video. Drama. VR. I don’t think there’s anything that can’t be used if you refer to those things.]
…This is actually how I write.
In fact, I’ve never seen anything like a woman’s body with my own eyes, but I’ve seen a lot of porn.
Of course, there were many times like that for my one-dimensional pleasure, but even if it wasn’t, I tend to refer to it a lot for new subjects or descriptions.
If I didn’t do that, I would have been out of the charts soon due to the lack of material and lack of portrayal skills.
[Ummm~ Really? Then, on the contrary, what is the probability that this is the story of a person who is really good-looking and lashes out at women?]
So, are you asking about the probability that the writer, Midwyeol, is the main character in the novel, Lee Jin-seong?
Well… I don’t know how many narrators there are, but at least I wasn’t.
No. It’s not to the extent that it’s not, it’s just that I’m a person who is in the opposite position, it’s accurate.
[Um… It’s my opinion, but would such a person bother to write obscene language?]
It was sincere.
I wondered if there was any reason for a person who lives like a fantasy to write a novel while sitting in front of a monitor and whimpering.
If I’m going to write an obscene story, I’ll just do it one more time with the beautiful lady next to me.
Novels, I thought, were born out of a desire for fiction.
Things that can never happen in real life.
A series of miracles that may or may not come only once in a lifetime.
It was those stories that people craved.
[Is it so?]
Naeun’s way of talking seemed to be having fun.
To be honest, I don’t think there was anything interesting about it, but I couldn’t figure out why she seemed in a good mood.
[All right. Then see you tomorrow.]
After saying her own words, Naeun hung up her phone.
Hannah.
It wasn’t long before I got to know him, but I couldn’t see his character well.
When you write a novel, you inevitably analyze the psychology or reason for your actions while conceiving the characters.
Who would keep the man who tried to rape him so close?
Even so, it didn’t seem to favor me.
Her last words were her last words, and she was the one who called and sent them away at her own convenience.
“What do you want to do. What the hell?”
What is the probability that the author of Midwinter is Mosol Ada by calling right away? I am asking this question
And what if it’s a one-hundred-step concession and it’s all right, and what if it’s not?
Anyway, I’m a midwinter writer and HNE writer are just business partners. Nothing more, nothing less.
Feeling agitated by her phone call, I called Huimin.
[Hey. Let’s come out and have a drink.]
[What is alcohol again? You have class tomorrow morning.]
Huimin’s way of speaking seemed annoying at first glance.
But I had no intention of backing down.
[I don’t have anything. Don’t do that, just hang out. I feel bad too.]
[Why. Did you mess up the test?]
I was ruined because I didn’t study.
[Uh. The master of real modern architecture was right. And. Isn’t that number 7 Eva?]
[Didn’t you also write 7 times? Hey. Just wait I’m leaving now for your town. I really didn’t say anything, but it just got so fucked up.]
In fact, it was difficult to sympathize with his words because I hadn’t written a proper answer since number 3, but there was no problem if I had the assortment.
Putting on my hoodie, I called him to a cheap trolley in front of the house.
Ha ha… I don’t know. I don’t know.
It was me who suddenly drank and thought that I would have to work hard on plotting again tomorrow.
* * *
I always thought the evaluation of a new professor was kebab, but this professor was really too good to do.
City planning.
9 o’clock in the morning.
I didn’t like this class because it was the first class, but a new professor took over this class because the full professor went on sabbatical.
He seemed to want a participatory class, but there was no way the 4th graders at 9:00 in the morning could live up to his expectations.
“In the 1990s, city policies began to change radically. Some of them were…”
It was clear that what had to be changed was the professors, not city policies.
The kids in the back row were already fiercely killed.
When I turned around slightly, I could see my 4th grade friends with drooping dark circles.
My situation was not very different.
We just wanted to have a beer with Huimin, but we got up after drinking two bottles of soju each.
Huimin didn’t even go home and went to sleep at my house.
He couldn’t have been sober.
“Now… Let’s wake up some of the students who are sleeping behind there.”
The professor woke the students up by tapping the podium as if he could see too many crowns.
“Now that your midterm exams are over, I’m going to start a new team project.”
Everyone didn’t say anything, but inside they were screaming.
Ah. Please. I hate team projects now. Mou Yamerungda.
It was the 2nd semester of the 4th grade. I already did a lot of team play, and there were not one or two people who fell apart while doing team play.
“Hmm~ I think we should form a group. What would be a good way to do it. Is there a hype? An hype.”
And representative. So-called exaggeration.
I really thought it was great to have friends who volunteered to do this.
When professors in all major classes say something is going on, they call their dog Happy, but I have to endure all of that.
I can’t. I never did.
“Yes. Here you are.”
When Gwadae raised his hand, the professor immediately threw a question at him.
“Shouldn’t it be better for you to decide among yourself? Or should I arbitrarily decide?”
If it were 1st and 2nd graders, he would have said that he would vote and deliver it, but he was a veteran by the 4th grade.
“We’ll just do it ourselves.”
Anyway, it was a structure that people who did it every day had to do it again.
“Yes. Then I’ll give you time now. Make a group within the remaining lecture time and hand over the list to me, okay?”
At the professor’s words, the children who had been sleeping woke up and started to chatter.
“Hey. Hwimin. Are you going to do it with me?”
It’s me, because I’m done with him.
To be honest, from my point of view, it was honey.
I had to be grateful for just teaming up with an insincere idiot like me.
“You have no one to do it with me anyway. You are you, but we need more people, so who are you going to do it with?”
“Why. They say it can’t be done with two people?”
“You said at least four.”
…It seems that I fell asleep and missed the contents.
“Why don’t you go with Hyeonjun or Jinho?”
“They must be having a hard time because they already have a fem with each other.”
“Then who do you do it with?”
I looked around to see if there was anyone who deserved it, but Naeun was walking towards me.
“Do it with me. Minho oppa.”
Huimin looked at me with eyes that wanted an explanation.
“Have you saved everyone?”
“No. That’s not it…”
“Okay. Naeun-ah. Let’s do it together.”
Huimin suddenly accepted Naeun’s proposal without my consent.
“But can you get one more person instead?”
Hwimin asked Naeun.
“Ah. I guess we need another one? Wait.”
Naeun looked around her for a moment and then she approached the female student who was sitting alone.
That person…
I’ve never had a conversation with him, but he wasn’t a student at my school.
I think he said he came from another school and took classes only this semester…
After exchanging conversations with Naeun for a while, she bowed her head and approached us.
“Hello. Is it okay if I join you?”
…I didn’t know this person because I’d never met him face-to-face.
Even though she was dressed quite casually, it was evident that her beauty was overwhelming.
Light makeup and straight black hair that fell below the shoulders.
A face that is not at all inferior to Naeun standing right next to her.
“I’m Si-eun. She said she couldn’t find a team yet, so I brought her. Is it okay if I do this?”
“Ow. Good. Let’s go.”
Huimin wrote her name in a cool tone, as if her shoulders had loosened up.
Urban Planning Article 8.
Lee Hwimin
Lee Min Ho
Hannah
Sieun Kim
At that time, no one could predict the future of Article 8 of Urban Planning, which was thought to be a volatile group for team play.
