1983 Past Life Manga King

“Okay.”

I nodded.

To be honest, it’s not without my conscience.

Initially, this work belongs to Lee Sang-sik Park. If you look at it, it’s like putting a little spoon on it. But right now I can’t afford to ask that.

Anyway, I can’t do it without knowing the family I belong to now. There’s nothing bad about Park Sang-sik.

It would have taken at least one more year to complete anyway, so I thought of it as a price to shorten it. Of course, since it has already started, this cannot be the end, but anyway, the first button is important right now.

“Give me a note.”

At my words, Park Sang-sik held out a note. Then he picks up a cigarette and holds it out.

“tobacco.”

“No, I quit.”

I saw a cigarette in between my items, so I knew very well that the main body was smoking. But I don’t normally smoke. There is no reason to learn in this yard.

“What’s going on? How come you said you don’t smoke yesterday, you must have made a big decision?”

“Well, yes.”

Having said that, I looked closely at the notebook.

I started looking at it like this, but I stopped at the thought that came to my mind for a moment.

He was suddenly full of self-confidence and did it without any hesitation, but if you think about it closely, it’s not something you can simply rush into.

As a fan, liking something and making a piece of art is a completely different matter.

Actually, when I read the manuscript yesterday, I remember the whole story, but I couldn’t remember exactly how it unfolded. No matter how much I like manga, I can’t memorize all the works.

But as soon as I opened the notebook, something amazing happened.

The contents come to mind vividly as if you were looking at a comic book that had just been completed.

Is this possible?

I can’t say my memory is bad, but I’ve never had a vivid recollection of something I saw so long ago.

I was startled and paused for a moment because of that, but I soon began to immerse myself in the contents of the note.

And I was able to fully understand how the current story is different from the first story.

“Give me a pencil.”

“Huh? uh, here.”

Taking the pencil that he had held out, he hurriedly checked the notes in his notebook and drew a line, namely, on the spot.

Then, Park Sang-sik, who was watching with half worry and half curiosity, was startled and surprised.

“uh? uh? Hey, what are you doing now?”

“Wait a minute, leave it to me.”

“Leave it? I’m erasing everything right now.”

“Oh, damn. No fuss, because it’s necessary. Hold on a second. Why are you so fussy?”

“…it’s difficult.”

Not being able to do anything to me, I started to tear my own hair out of pain.

But with it or not, I was just concentrating on what was written in the notebook. In a situation where it wasn’t clear how long this memory would last, there was no time to tease Park Sang-sik.

What I am doing now is to draw lines over scenes and lines that are irrelevant to the content according to the content in my memory, then briefly write down the original scenes below them, and then transcribe the lines as they are.

“·······Oh, Mr.”

Park Sang-sik, who was constantly messing with his hair, was looking around looking for something. Then he picks up a pack of cigarettes and jumps up from his seat.

“I’ll go out for a while.”

But I didn’t answer, and I was preoccupied with fixing or adding things to the notes. Park Sang-sik stared blankly for a moment on that day, and then he went outside.

I don’t know why the specific memories come to mind so vividly, but I have to finish it quickly. It’s true that I can’t describe properly other than the lines because I’m not a story writer, but I did my best to write it anyway.

And while I transcribe the lines from my memory, I try to fix things that feel strange to my current standards little by little.

Although I was a bit preoccupied with watching cartoons, the thought of participating in the making of a work makes me more motivated. Besides, right now, it’s not just a hobby, but the question of whether or not I can find something I can do, so I have no time to look away.

After being so absorbed in it for a while, the door opens again and Park Sang-sik comes in.

“Are you still editing?”

Perhaps your stomach is burning.

Still, it’s a work that I’m pouring my passion into, but there’s no way I’m comfortable with an ignorant guy who doesn’t have anything to do with the comics story and is hacking. However, my nose is just a stone, so I’m just ignoring it.

I was busy writing, but suddenly I stopped my hand and stood up straight. Then he handed him a note.

“Come on, here.”

“Did you do it all?”

“I can’t say I’m done, but I think I’ve written almost everything in outline.”

At that, he took the notebook with a slightly worried expression and unfolded it.

He glances at me over the notebook and soon begins to focus on the first page of the notebook.

With a frown on his face, as if he had chewed poop, he put a cigarette into his mouth again.

“Smoking later.”

“Uh huh, did you say you were smoking? sorry.”

He put the cigarette he had bitten back into the pack and began to read the notes. Looking at his face, he doesn’t look like he’s expecting much.

Contrary to my dull expression, I was quite nervous.

However, Park Sang-sik, who is in front of me, is also a talented writer, so I was worried about how he would react to what I fixed. Of course, it’s only natural that I was more interested in the fact that there were some parts that were slightly modified by my own will.

Did I just write the lines as they are?

However, I couldn’t help it because I couldn’t just watch the awkward lines.

So I sat quietly, concentrating on his reaction.

However, the expression of Park Sang-sik, who was turning the note in a dry manner, changed quickly. And then his expression became serious.

“Well······.”

Park Sang-sik’s head approaches the notebook.

He stares intently with his brow furrowed.

However, since the amount of work was not much, it was soon after he looked away from the notebook. Still, there was definitely a big change in his expression.

Park Sang-sik scratches his head and thinks for a moment.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

What do you think?

At first glance, it may seem confusing.

Then, after a while, he looked at me with his eyes wide open and opened his mouth.

“you······.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

At that, Park Sang-sik shook his head. Then he asked, still surprised.

“Did you really write this out of sudden inspiration?”

You can’t call it inspiration. I just copied and added my thoughts a little.

But that is not a straightforward answer. It should be surrounded by appropriate words.

“Yesterday, I read the notes and worked hard all night to organize them. Thanks to you, I couldn’t sleep properly.”

It is true that I did not sleep well. Of course, another matter.

But, hearing my words, Park Sang-sik nodded his head. It seems to be quite understandable.

“Right.”

He nodded his head several more times and spoke again.

“Still, this is a completely different story. But how fun is this? I don’t think it’s my story.”

Actually, the story you made up is correct.

“I did. The plot isn’t bad, but the story is bland.”

“Still, this is an unexpected development.”

“What do you think? Is this worth it?”

“Is it worth it? If this is the case, will Professor Kang Hyung-seok accept it at once?”

“Then are you going to make a promise to Bantan?”

“Of course. Because it’s properly shaped as a story. But, frankly, it’s a bit overkill. The dialogue is okay, but the description of the situation is……”

“Like a beginner.”

“okay.”

He smiles and speaks, and then his eyes light up.

“So, can you finish this with me today? There are some things that are difficult to understand properly just from what you wrote.”

“then. Because I was frustrated because I couldn’t express my thoughts properly. By the way, do you have any ramen?”

“Okay. I’ll cook it right away, so wait a minute.”

Having said that, I grabbed my wallet and left. It looks like they don’t have ramen at home.

After a while, we ate ramen and our work continued.

I’m not used to writing, so I had no choice but to do it verbally about the situation. Then, Park Sang-sik put them together one by one and wrote them down in his notebook.

As I was making it like that, I re-edited a few scenes that were disappointing in the original story.

Personally, it was a probable part that felt like a chin on my neck.

It may be a scene that can be overlooked in the 80s, but for me, a fan of 2018, it was not a part that could be overlooked.

After discussing for a few more hours, we finally came to the end of the story.

“Hey, I’m really done with this.”

Park Sang-sik said while looking at the notebook with a bewildered expression. Even if I thought about it myself, I guess it was a proud result, and she quickly opened her eyes as she took turns looking at the notes with me.

“Tomorrow, I will call Professor Kang Hyung-seok and find him. I can’t say for sure what the teacher’s reaction will be, but honestly, I feel like this kind of talk will work. Much better than any other story I’ve written before.”

“Then, can I get the money right away?”

“Aren’t you being too direct? As soon as I write it, it’s a money taryeong.”

“Then, will you give me the money later?”

“Don’t worry, if you pass, you will be given cash on the spot. Cartoons are almost cash-butting.”

I was still in a rush for money, but that’s good. However, it is also something that this story has to be sold first.

But, to be honest, it was true that I was worried after writing it all down.

It was originally supposed to be a huge hit, but the fact that it came out about two years earlier than when it was originally published, along with the fact that it was subtly changed as I intervened.

Of course, the basic plot is the same as I said before, and the feeling is the original one as much as possible, but it’s the same.

Of course, I have no intention of giving up just because I am rejected. Because you can fix it again or use more.

Of course, this person named Park Sang-sik should be the channel.

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end the scoundrel (5)

dinner.

The bus is crowded with people heading home after work.

Jinhee Lee, sitting on a chair and looking out the window, was immersed in thought.

The thing that filled her head was none other than her younger brother, Lee Yun-hwan.

Perhaps it was because of her recent sudden change in her personality.

She was always an angry, violent younger brother. Such a child suddenly became like a gentle sheep.

She’s still blunt, but she doesn’t get angry like fire, and for some reason she can’t see her smoking any more.

Of course, it was certainly nice to see such a change, but it was also true that I was a little worried about the sudden change.

What the hell happened?

What the hell happened to his younger brother, who had only become more vicious after his father’s death?

Maybe it was thanks to her mother going to her temple for a while to pray?

As these miscellaneous thoughts floated through her mind, she felt a hand tap on her shoulder.

“What do you think so? You are weird these days.”

This is her best friend, Kim Kyung-ok, sitting in the back seat of the bus.

“Yeah, nothing.”

“Nothing else. Is it because of my brother?”

At those words, Jinhee flinched for a moment.

It was as if he had heard his secret.

“Oh my, it really is. Ugh, what else did that bastard do?”

“No, I’ve been quiet these days.”

“He?”

Kim Kyung-ok smiles as if it’s ridiculous.

Jinhee Lee also understood her heart.

Even if she were herself, she wouldn’t have believed her if she hadn’t seen her sister these days.

“Ah, don’t you have to get off?”

“Oh.”

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she almost never got off.

“Hey, I finished it so quickly today. Are you going to go in like this again?”

“sorry. See you tomorrow.”

“okay. Be careful and go in.”

“Huh.”

Jinhee Lee waves her hand and she immediately gets off the bus. Then she hurriedly walked towards her house.

As the days are getting colder, you can occasionally see food stalls selling bungeoppang or hotteok.

Hmmm, it smells good.

But she can’t afford her.

She suffers from work every day, but must endure until she pays off her debts.

Her father, who died making her debts, no longer resents her. For now, he only does the best for his family.

Ignoring the smell from all directions, I walked at a quick pace.

It was at that time when I was passing near the hole shop.

Druck.

tuk.

She ran into a man who was leaving the store door open.

“Ouch.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

The man quickly apologizes. But when he sees Lee Jin-hee, he is startled and startled.

“uh?”

Her eyes as if recognizing herself.

Who is it?

But somehow it feels familiar.

Her man hurriedly greeted her.

“Ah, hello.”