Chapter 3 – #3. Mailbox
Although I was feverish, I was not confident in any further conversation.
Build up. It took time to prepare for the build-up.
“…If you contact me, take it. If you don’t answer, I’ll print out your artist name and illustration and spread it throughout the school.”
Of course, I didn’t mean to actually do that.
She wasn’t a junior who was caught simply drawing shit.
You are my illustrator. The word colleague.
I didn’t want her to stop working or leave the industry because of me, not someone else.
However, my pride did not allow me to withdraw in this state.
“…You won’t be able to accept it.”
She also answered bluntly when I explained what I was going to do in detail.
I didn’t like her non-obedient attitude, but that’s it, little by little…
After leaving Hannah’s seat, I went down to the first floor again to get a human model.
The human model, which was originally white, was completely overpainted in red.
As if it was red from the beginning.
There was something in common with my novel [I imprisoned her].
The novel begins with the kidnapping of an unknown lady.
Whips and carrots. Mercy and ruthlessness.
The main character, who constantly pushes the heroines to their mental limits, eventually succeeds in making them into completely different personalities.
The main plot of the story was that the innocent young lady disappears anywhere and is reborn as a devoted sex slave who dedicates her body and mind only for the main character.
Maybe even Hannah…
Thinking of Hannah’s face for a moment, I shook my head.
This is what I needed to come to my senses.
“Recite. This life is this life! This life is this life! This life is this life!!!!”
Do you know when writers of night stories feel the most at risk?
It is the time when inspiration arises from everyday situations where others are not doing anything.
Work is work, and life is life.
The moment this boundary collapses.
I thought that there was no particular occupational group that would be perfect for becoming a very bad criminal.
After taking the Juseom Juseom model, I started planting people one by one with tweezers in my final model.
Roughly, the distribution looks good enough…
The human model is just a tool to show the sense of scale of the original model of the building.
It didn’t have to be that many.
As I planted trees and put in furniture one by one, I noticed that the sun was shining.
“Ah…”
I felt energy draining from my whole body.
Apparently, I sat here yesterday and saw the sun…
To say I have to watch the rising sun again from my seat.
Removal… Removal was urgent.
Penal…
I need to print the panel too…
After finishing the model to some extent, I finally took out my laptop to correct it with computer work.
…What.
Where’s the charger
The laptop charger that I should have brought along was nowhere to be seen.
Really? Really?
I turned the bag upside down and removed it, but the charger was not visible.
Fucked. Really fucked up.
Checking the time on my phone, I calculated the way home.
It’s about an hour from my house to school.
2 hours round trip.
However, if the commuting time overlaps without luck, it’s enough to get 3 hours.
Because it takes time to print…
I couldn’t possibly finish it in this state.
I had to get a computer.
“Hey! Huimin!”
When I made a fuss and called his name from the side, Huimin looked at me with wide eyes.
“Why… He’s energetic… He can make such a loud voice.”
“Can I borrow your laptop?”
“No… I need to revise this bird’s eye view. Why? Are you in a hurry?”
“I left my charger at home.”
Huimin looked at me with eyes wondering what this bastard was.
Know. I know.
Stop staring at me like that
“Um…But most of them are just finishing work, so maybe everyone is working on a computer?”
He was right.
In fact, if it is the time now, it is the time to save the data for the final presentation.
It was also the most crazy time.
“Look around the design room for a moment.
“Yes. That would be better.”
Feeling impatient, I looked around the design room once again.
Laptop… People who don’t use laptops…
I guess I’ll have to catch the kid working on the model…
And what caught my eye was Hannah, who was making cuts in acrylic to express the window frame.
“Naeun!”
As I hurriedly ran to her seat and shouted her name, she made a strange sound, perhaps astonished.
“Aww! What a surprise!”
She dropped the knife she was holding onto her floor.
Her eyes glared at me, filled with hostility.
“I’m busy, but what else is this time? They said that was all.”
“No. That’s not it. Can I borrow your laptop?”
“What about the laptop?”
“I left my laptop charger at home…”
She looked up at me with a puzzled look.
“Who doesn’t bring a laptop charger on deadline day?”
In my heart, I wanted to answer, ‘Here you are, bitch’, but right now, I was Eul.
“Ah. Really please. If you’re not using it, is it okay to use it until the deadline?”
“…What program do you need?”
“Me?
“Ha…”
Hannah let out a deep sigh as if it was annoying.
“Take it. Instead, I’m just doing my brother’s work. Don’t touch anything like my folder. Okay?”
“Yeah. Of course not.”
At this moment, it didn’t matter whether her laptop was the HNE writer’s laptop or not.
If only I could get through today safely, I could have made a deal with the devil.
Hannah opened her laptop and she unlocked it.
“Again, please don’t ever touch my personal folder, okay?”
“I’ll keep that in mind! Thank you!”
After accepting her laptop, I opened an Internet window to download my work that I had backed up in my mail.
I clicked on the mail window, but it was a different screen from the one I usually see.
This… Isn’t my account?
Due to the automatic login function, it seemed to be linked directly to her account.
I wanted to log out and go back to my account…
One e-mail that bothered me very much caught my eye.
The subject of the mail is…
[Nam Ga-yeon final version. JPG]
The finished version of the illustration I entrusted was found in her mailbox.
Shall I open it? Should I not
It was recorded in the sent mailbox anyway, so the browsing history would not appear.
I glanced around and saw Huimin dozing on her stomach, so I swallowed.
Click.
The finished version of my illustration, which had been hidden behind a veil, was displayed on the screen.
Butt lifted high.
The vaguely erotic liquids flowing between the nostrils.
Huge breasts that defied gravity.
The only thing that came out was that I really don’t lie and that I’m a dog.
Is this really the illustration he drew?
Shock. It was itself.
I put my hand down from the mouse for a moment and looked at Hannah again.
She was struggling as if the acrylic wasn’t cutting well.
I have thought about what it would be like to meet people like HNE writers in real life.
I thought it might be a man with a bad mood who draws erotic pictures in the corner of the room…
The Hannah I see now is a delicate young lady herself.
I feel like I will reach 100K Instagram followers…
Once I couldn’t keep the illustration open, I closed the window again and logged in with my account.
Even though it came into my mailbox, an email with the same subject was at the top.
[Nam Ga-yeon final version.JPG]
It’s a great illustration, but let’s go home and look at it calmly and reverently.
I hurriedly downloaded the file and started retouching.
The retouching process did not take longer than expected.
Expression of shadow shading and expression of texture of finishing materials. And some blurred people.
If I was greedy, I could have done it more delicately, but time did not allow me to do that.
After finishing the panel arrangement, I went to the printing room and put my name on it.
“Whoa…”
It’s over…
Now I can say goodbye to this dog-like neighborhood living facility project.
Returning to my seat, I slumped down in my chair.
This feeling of fatigue coming all at once.
However, if I fell asleep right now, I would not be able to wake up during the presentation time.
Laptop… I need to return the laptop.
After confirming that I had logged out properly, I pressed the exit button and trudged to Hannah’s seat.
She had finished her model and was leaning against her desk, probably asleep, breathing softly.
I quietly put down my laptop and looked closely at Hannah’s model for a while.
Hannah could see that she was very dexterous and that the finishes were very neat.
It was very surprising that even the curved parts, which are very easy to be out of alignment with a slight mistake, have tight angles.
Just looking at the model, it looks like it will be a great success with a real architectural design, but why are you working so hard on drawing it?
And I was that afternoon.
She now understands a little bit why she made that choice.
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“Na-eun, what are you doing if you make a pretty model? There’s no content at all.”
“Architecture isn’t art. Prettiness isn’t everything. The concept contained in it is what’s important.”
“Haa… Since the technique this makes is so good, there is a need to doubt whether you are being fooled by yourself?”
Hannah bowed her head, saying nothing in front of her professors like a servile sinner.
“Sorry…”
She was making her apologies for her own consequences.
