Chapter 307 – Christmas (4)
The owner of the voice was Min Ga-hee.
– Brother! What’s that?!
“Ah, you got it too.”
Judging by the reaction, it was as if a gift had arrived.
– Oppa, I’m really, really touched. Huh….
It is Min Ga-hee who speaks in a voice that is truly moved, not as a greeting. Even so, she was always in a state of anxiety because she wasn’t sure how Seo Joo-hwan thought of her. In addition, she was unable to meet her due to overlapping studies, so the gift of the ring came to me with great emotion.
Seo Joo-hwan said in a slightly embarrassed voice at her reaction to her, which was much more intense than he thought.
“I wanted to give it myself, but I’m sorry. I sent it by courier because you were too busy.”
– Yes? Well, if that’s the case, let’s meet now! Put the ring on me!
Min Ga-hee poured out words in an unfair voice. The reason she couldn’t meet Seo Joo-hwan in the meantime was because she was buried in an assignment. She used to be her vocalist her, but after meeting Seo Joo-hwan, she changed her major and was very busy.
‘I tried so hard to see you on Christmas with my brother!’
Possessing a latent grade S ‘composition’ talent, she soon caught the eye of a prestigious professor and became his student. Thanks to her her, she was developing at a rapid pace, but the leisure of her life her disappeared in inverse proportion to him.
Seo Joo-hwan refused in her troubled voice her.
“Sorry. Today I am out for work.”
– Oh, or tomorrow? I have a little time now! I want to see your face…….
“Uh… A little bit tomorrow. I decided to get together with my friends at my house.”
– Well, then January 1st! Let’s go see the sunrise together on the last day of December!
“That too…….”
Even on the last day, we decided to gather at her house her with her friends her. Of course, Jeong Ha-yeon and Yoo Ji-gyeong also gather. Han Soo-ah also said that he would come when he was in a hurry. If I go to see the sunrise with another woman here, I might die.
Min Ga-hee speaks in a sullen voice.
– Oppa, you hate me now…….
“What? Yea, it’s not like that It’s because there is a real promise.”
– It’s clear I’m fed up. Huh. As expected, women with big breasts get tired of it quickly…….
“Ok? What does that mean again? Who would say that?”
– I changed my major and a new friend told me about it. He says he only likes big breasts at first, but he gets tired of them quickly because they look dull.
“… I don’t think he’s a real friend. Aren’t you just sarcastic because you’re jealous?”
– Is that so?
“There’s a 99% chance of that, right?”
– Yeah, that’s right. If it’s my brother, then that’s it…….
“Oh, why are you so funny? Fuheuhhehe.”
Seo Joo-hwan laughed at the strange voice. Anyway, it’s still erratic and dull. If it was said that I was dull with this kind of appearance, the friend whose name I don’t know might not be very wrong.
“Anyway, let’s see each other sometime in January. Call me whenever you have time.”
– Really? Then January 2nd!
“Haha. Shall we see you then?”
– Like! Then I’ll bring you a gift too!
“Gift? Don’t overdo it. You are a student.”
– Hi-Hi. It’s okay. You made money thanks to my brother.
Even after Min Ga-hee made the BGM for ‘Master of Possession, Moorim Gongjeok’, she often made insert songs for novels at the request of Seo Joo-hwan. Of course, the response from readers was very good at that time.
So Joo-hwan Seo called and arrived at the meeting place. He opened his eyes wide at the opponent who had arrived first.
“Uh? What, are you here already?”
“Our writer always arrives 30 minutes early. So, did you come out a little faster this time?”
The woman who waved her hand and said hello was Choi Mi-hwa.
After confirming that Joo-hwan Seo had arrived, she emptied her remaining coffee and stood up.
“Let’s go, old man.”
“Yes.”
The two headed to Kang Pil-chun’s house.
*
Kang Pil-chun is a master of martial arts comics in the 1970s and 1980s. At the time, his pen name his, the two letters’Mudo’, was an object of envy among cartoonists, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that his Hyeop, Salhyeop, and Mahyeop series dominated the martial arts comics world in Korea .
However, Pilchun Kang stopped his creative activities for some reason. Afterwards, he changed his pen name to ‘Mumyeong’to draw comics again, but his brain his, which had already hardened, could not create an interesting story. The winds and waves of the years took away the inspiration before the body.
So he made a choice that compromised with reality.
Acknowledging that he had fallen behind in inspiration and trends that had already rusted, he decided to find a ‘writer’ who would create an interesting story instead of himself. And, the work chosen in this way was the first work written by Seo Ju-hwan after returning, ‘Master of Possession, Murim’s Achievement’.
“Senior, have you been well?”
Seo Joo-hwan greeted with a polite manner. As much a fan of comics as novels, he has long been an avid fan of martial arts.
When Kang Pil-chun saw Seo Joo-hwan, he thought that he was also a healthy young man. The young man who left a deep impression on him from the first meeting would often come and say hello if he could forget them.
He said with a mischievous smile on his wrinkled lips.
“Honestly, being strong is hard on my body. He poured so much passion into his aged body that everything from his wrists to his elbows and neck his was intact.”
“Is that so? I just brought some nutritional supplements that are effective. Make sure to take it with you when you are in trouble.”
Seo Joo-hwan held out a luxuriously wrapped box. He was a replica of various nutritional supplements and fatigue that he purchased with desire points.
Pilchun Kang widened his eyes.
“I didn’t mean to ask for this……”
“Haha. The elderly need to be healthy for cartoons to work well. This is a gift I give as the first fan of the artist.”
“That’s a really heavy word.”
Kang Pil-choon accepted the box with a low smile as if he was in a good mood while saying that.
“If you say so, I will be grateful. And there’s no need to worry My body is a bit tired, but my mind is more comfortable than at any time in 30 years.”
“Haha. I think people like us should write and draw. I also recently completed a serialized work, and even though it was difficult, I felt so proud.”
“That’s right. What a pleasure it is to draw. It feels like going back to my youth. Haha.”
As he said, Kang Pil-chun’s complexion was full of vitality. Maybe that’s why he seemed to look younger than before.
So the two men continued talking while standing without even sitting down. If Choi Mi-hwa hadn’t intervened in the middle, he would have been doing it for a few more minutes.
“Are you two going to stand still and talk? Seniors, can you see me?!”
“Oh, look at my mind. I forgot my wife and children.”
“Old man! I’m sorry!”
“Haha. I’m sorry. Come in quickly. Please ask my granddaughter for a nice cup of tea.”
Kang Pil-chun knocked on the door.
“Naruya, writer Seo and editor Choi are here.”
After a while, a woman came out with a crackling sound. It was Kang Na-ru, the granddaughter of Kang Pil-chun.
“Oh, hello, brother. And the editor sister…….”
“Hello Naru. Long time no see?”
When Seo Joo-hwan greeted her with a smile, Kang Na-ru shyly avoided her gaze at her. She was an avid fan of artist Seo Hwan to the extent that she drew her fan art her every time.
“Naruya, could you make me three cups of tea?”
“Yes, grandfather. Oh, wait a minute before that!”
Kang Na-ru went back into the room and she handed her Milky Way pad to Seo Joo-hwan, she said.
“Brother, sister, could you look at this?”
“Yes? Oh, of course.”
“Oh, is it a cartoon? Did Naru draw it herself? Is she different from last time?”
The pad Kang Na-ru handed over had a cartoon drawing complete with coloring.
“Yes! I haven’t finished yet… I would like my brother and sister to tell me what they think. Because she drew so hard!”
“Oh, I’m looking forward to hearing that Naru drew it. Senior, can I see you for a while while drinking tea?”
“Haha. No wonder she looks at her granddaughter’s drawings of her. Please look at it comfortably.”
“As expected, Naru is very good at drawing, probably because she resembles the elders. Can’t she cheat on her blood?”
Seo Joo-hwan and Choi Mi-hwa drank tea and watched Kang Na-ru’s cartoons. As Choi Mi-hwa said, Kang Na-ru must have inherited her talent from her from Kang Pil-chun.
Seo Joo-hwan thought about it while watching Kang Na-ru’s cartoon.
‘I thought she was really good at drawing before, but I thought the bonobo farm was a naroo.’
Bonobonong is the nickname of Naru Kang. She was also the one who drew fan art for all of his works while he continued his serialization. The fan who always had a grateful heart was Kang Na-ru, the granddaughter of Kang Pil-chun.
‘You can’t fool talent. She’s a waste of drawing only manga.’
〈 Gangnaru 〉
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Height: 167cm
Weight: 74kg
Likeability: B
Current sexual desire: C
Fetish: –
Retained Talents: Drawing (B/A+), Digestion (C+/A), Handyness (C/A)
Even though she is still young, her drawing talent her has reached B grade. Even looking at the picture, I felt that it was more developed than when I saw it before. If this is enough, sooner or later, one more grade may be raised.
‘However…….’
Unlike the first time he admired the painting, Seo Ju-hwan’s expression while appreciating the cartoon gradually changed to ambiguous. The expression of Choi Mi-hwa, who was watching from the side, was the same.
“Ugh. Mihwa, how does it look to you?”
“Uh, that… Is it too?”
Seo Joo-hwan and Choi Mi-hwa smiled awkwardly and nodded their heads. Kang Na-ru’s face her, who had been watching her while drinking tea, turned into a tear-stained face.
“Why, why? Is it bad this time too?”
“Yes. Unfortunately….”
“That’s it, sorry. I honestly don’t know what you want to talk about.”
“Uuuuu…….”
Naru Kang was crying and lowered her head. But she couldn’t even call a bad thing good.
Seo Joo-hwan and Choi Mi-hwa conveyed their feedback while feeling sorry.
“I’ve said it before, but I’m really good at drawing, right? The drawing style is so good and the basics like the proportions of the human body are also perfect.”
“Okay. Did Naru draw this all by herself? The characters are good and the background expression is perfect. What I said last time has also improved a lot.”
“Oh, Mihwa, you felt that too. Surely it’s much easier to see? Should I finally say that it feels like a cartoon?”
“Yes. Because the last time it was too high quality to be a manga.”
You may wonder why the high quality is a problem, but unexpectedly, a picture that is too high is a problem for comfortable viewing. Maybe it makes the viewer feel tired easily. Exaggeratedly, if each cut is the same as that of a famous artist, the fatigue of the viewer as well as the one who draws it rises. The term dynamics control was not for nothing.
“Well, isn’t that fine?”
Naru Kang asked with expectant eyes.
However, Seo Ju-hwan and Choi Mi-hwa shook their heads.
“The biggest problem is not the painting itself. Rather, the picture is too good.”
“Yes. That, didn’t the elder tell you what the problem was?”
“Well, Grandpa didn’t tell me that it would be more touching to hear from older sisters and brothers.”
“Seniors…….”
“Old man…….”
The eyes of the two narrowed and went back to Pilchun Kang. Kang Pil-chun avoided his gaze and cleared his throat.
“Kuh, kuhm. Could someone other than my family give me objective feedback?”
It was true, but the truth was clear. It must be the heart of her grandfather who did not want to speak harshly at her beloved granddaughter her.
Seo Ju-hwan scratched the corners of his eyes as if in trouble, then opened his mouth. However, it was Choi Mi-hwa who spoke first.
“Naruya, can you speak softly? Or should I speak louder without filtering? I’ll do whatever you want.”
Choi Mi-hwa asked, opening her eyes sharply. In fact, if Naru Kang had been the writer she was in charge of directly, she would not have even asked.
Seeing this, Seo Ju-hwan swallowed his saliva. She had forgotten just by looking at Mi-Hwa Choi, who had recently softened, but she was famous in the industry for her tremendous vitriol of her before her return to her. Seriously, how could there be a ‘venomous language’ talent in the status window?
Kang Na-ru shuddered when she saw Mi-hwa Choi, whose mood had changed. It was such a scary look for her, who she dropped out because she could n’t stand the bullying of her friends her and became a hikikomori in the corner of the room.
But she couldn’t give up her passion for her comics and said, closing her eyes tightly.
“Tell me as it is…….”
“Great. Don’t you regret it?”
“Yes, yes.”
“First of all, as I said before, I really like the picture. To be honest, I drew it better than most of the works in the webtoon market these days. It’s real. Remember? The last time I saw your picture for the first time, unnie, were you surprised? I thought she was looking at a work of art, not a cartoon. Of course, that was a problem, but this time I fixed that too. To be able to solve a problem this quickly is an incredible talent.”
Mihwa Choi quickly poured out her words of her.
Unexpectedly, words of praise.
Naru Kang’s expression her gradually relaxed.
But the story hasn’t even started yet.
“But the problem is…….”
“Yes Yes!”
“Cartoons aren’t fun.”
“… Yes?”
“No fun. I don’t know what the hell you want to talk about. Amman, even if the drawing is good and well drawn, the essence of manga is fun in the end. I can’t understand the story, how can it be fun? Also, aside from the weird cut distribution, it’s not probable when it leads to the next story.”
Choi Mi-hwa’s vicious remarks, no, the feedback continues. Each of her words she became a dagger and pierced the weak girl’s heart.
“No, even if it is not probable, it’s like that. In fact, as long as it’s fun, it’s possible to crush even the slightest odds with a cartoonish permit. But I can’t understand your story at all. What genre is this?”
“A love comedy…….”
“I couldn’t even grasp the genre until I heard you say it. And why is the character talking like this? What kind of tone changes from cut to cut? However, if you have a personality, it’s not that, it’s like reading a Korean language book. And again….”
“Huh. Yes. Okay. Yes. I will try.”
Choi Mi-hwa never raised her voice in her. She continued her speech in a soft, businesslike tone. On the contrary, does she know that it makes her feel even colder and more frightening?
Naru Kang shook her head while crying as if she was about to shed tears at any moment. And she also showed an effort to write down feedback in a notebook. But is she slowly reaching her limit? Water clung to her eyes, and she looked as if they would fall at any moment.
Mi-Hwa Choi, who found him, came to her senses her and timidly organized her words her.
“Uh… Let’s do this for now… ?”
“Thank you…”
“That, Naruya, um, fighting.”
“Yes…”
Naru Kang lifted her sleeve and stole her eyes. She then looked at Seo Joo-hwan. She was wondering if she had anything else to say.
Seo Joo-hwan smiled awkwardly and shook his head.
“Read a lot of books. It will help.”
Naru Kang’s problem lies not in the picture but in the story. She has an overwhelming lack of ability to convince the reader of the story. The distribution of cartoon-like cuts was also strangely strange, breaking the sense of immersion. She may have talent in drawing, but to be honest, she was not good at cartooning. At least she would have no choice but to read a lot of books to make up for the awkward dialogue and story. It was the best advice Seo Joo-hwan could give.
But there was one thing he forgot.
“Black. I read a lot of that novel…….”
“…….”
Kang Na-ru was a literary girl who found and read classic literature as well as web novels. Effort was not a problem for her, she was just filthy lacking in natural talent.
