1983 Past Life Manga King

“Yes. Otake. That guy, Kido-sensei, said he heard it.”

“Tegoshi, this guy…”

(At that moment, Tegoshi of the editorial department suddenly shivered with an unknown chill.)

“So, what you mean is that meeting Sunny might be able to find a clue to the current problem.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you too blatant?”

“is that so?”

“okay.”

To be honest, Kido was surprised.

Of course, if it was Nishida in the past, he would never have said such a thing, because he was a person who tried to solve his problems on his own even if he noticed his problems in the first place.

He certainly had changed a lot.

He said he had changed himself.

When I think back to the days of ‘Uncontrollable Height’, which was briefly mentioned in a phone call with Yunhwan earlier, it’s really changed a lot now.

In the past, it was common to end up with an absurd ending if the story was interrupted and given various excuses.

But since I got to know Sunny’s siblings, even if something like that happens, I’ve been thinking about it a bit more and making the story. It certainly has grown a lot.

Kido thought for a moment, then looked up at Nishida, who was still looking at him, and raised the corner of his mouth.

“Okay, I’ll try to convince you.”

“thank you.”

“Instead, if you beat me in this match.”

“Yes? A match?”

“Yeah. Who signs a lot?”

“……”

What an absurd match this is.

Normally, it was Nishida who would have laughed out loud and turned around right away.

But now, somehow, I have a desire to win.

Nishida immediately smiled and nodded her head.

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

Noisy autograph session (2)

Seon-hee has been engrossed in the manuscript since before, with a raucous expression on her face.

She frowns on her forehead, or opens her eyes wide, tilts her head and bites her mouth shut.

What is he doing now?

Seeing the act of adding the loud chuimsae, I can see that I am not working on a drawing right now.

Because I would never see a figure like that when I was drafting a manuscript.

At that moment, Park Soo-mi, who is near Seon-hee’s desk, glances. Then she makes a strange expression for a moment, then smiles.

Because of that, he glances at Seon-hee, wondering if other fishermen are also curious.

Regardless of such an atmosphere, Seon-hee is still drawing something with a serious expression.

Oh, I can’t stand this because I’m curious.

got up straight away.

Then, while Park Sang-sik was taking notes, he saw my actions and asked.

“Where are you suddenly?”

“Wait a moment.”

Park Sang-sik made a bewildered expression, then shrugged his shoulders and checked the memo again.

I got out of my seat and moved to Seonhee’s desk.

He is absorbed in the painting without even knowing that I am approaching him. But I thought I was drawing, but my prediction was wrong.

I’m just drawing and writing graffiti… … , what? is it a signature?

“Is that a sign?”

He pauses at my question and then quickly moves his hand again.

Seonhee answered my question without raising her head.

I looked down at Seon-hee like that and asked.

“Why all of a sudden… is it because of Kido-hyung’s autograph session?”

“……”

Since you didn’t answer, you’re right.

After all, did you want to go there?

Or do you just want to make a nicer sign?

maybe both?

Well, it’s understandable because it’s a time when you want to prove yourself for a while.

then the phone rings

And Sung Joon-hee, who answers the phone, immediately answers with her friendly face.

“Wait a moment.”

After answering that, I looked at Seon-hee.

“Kyung-hee, Sumire-ya. I want you to change.”

It seems that Sumire wants to change Seon-hee to a clumsy Korean.

By the way, Sumire has also improved a lot in Korean recently.

Anyway, as soon as he heard Sung Jun-hee, Seon-hee stopped her frantic autograph practice and approached Sung Joon-hee and answered the phone.

Then he speaks fluent Japanese.

“I changed my phone.”

This time, it seems that Sumire is mostly talking, so Seonhee only answers with a short answer.

“Huh.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“right.”

“congratulations.”

“Me too.”

“It’s fun.”

To an ordinary person who seems to smile subtly while saying that, it just feels like an ice princess, but to me, I can see some subtle changes in Seon-hee’s expression.

Of course, not yet as much as other families.

Anyway, Seon-hee is on the phone with Sumire, answering briefly like that for a long time.

After talking on the phone for more than 5 minutes like that, he hangs up immediately and returns to his usual expression as if nothing had happened. Then he immediately goes back to his seat and sits down.

Was it just a simple hello?

In the future, this amount of call time would not be a big deal, but now the international call rates are considerable. So even 5 minutes is not a lot of money.

That’s why fishermen stick their tongues out at that look.

In this day and age, it is burdensome to make long-distance calls, let alone international calls.

Oh, by the way, there was an interesting article I read in the newspaper a while ago.

The main content was that the average phone call time of Koreans was too long compared to that of developed countries.

However, I don’t know how much I laughed when I realized that the average talk time was about 70 seconds.

70 seconds is just over a minute.

Even so, developed countries say it’s 30 seconds or 40 seconds, but it’s still a long way to go to keep up with them.

Even this comedy-like article was written seriously as if it was serious just looking at the content, but in this day and age, the main slogan related to phone calls is ‘Simple to call’ or ‘Simple for business’.

Oh, and it’s a different story, but I also found an interesting article.

I thought there was a story about fine dust only in the future I lived in, but I was honestly a little surprised to find that article in the newspaper even in this day and age.

In particular, ‘air pollution from China (China) arrives in 10 hours using the westerly wind’ was a story that worked even when I was living.

Fine dust, this is a bit deeper in history than I thought.

Anyway, while he was immersed in such useless thoughts, Kyung-hee, who approached Seon-hee, shouted in surprise.

“What? Sumire sent an invitation to come to Japan!”

“Huh.”

invitation?

But why aren’t you talking, boy?

By the way, Kyunghee, that guy seems to be saying out loud to me right now.

But Kyunghee, this guy speaks louder once again.

“It’s our summer vacation, so I think it’ll be fine for a while…”

Having said that, he immediately glanced at me and gave me a sad look.

However, Seon-hee doesn’t agree at all, and Kyung-hee shakes her as she just keeps on practicing signing.

Seon-hee raised her head slightly and looked at me, thinking that there was nothing she could do about it.

Of course, with an expressionless expression on her face, Kyung Hee, who saw it, writes down her impression and whispers to Kyung Hee.

“Hey, there’s no appeal. Like me… Come on.”

It looks like he’s talking small, but he’s close so he can hear everything, but Seonhee’s expression doesn’t change at all.

They say they can’t do it again because they think they can’t do it.

“Summer vacation in the second year of high school is only once in a lifetime…”

“If that’s the case, it all applies. Do you want to talk about it every time you get older?”

“Oh, is that so?”

Kyunghee smiled and scratched her head.

I thought it was going to pass, but this time, the still fishermen intervened.

“Yes. It’s complicated and difficult for us to go out once, but the teachers are invited and have already experienced many times, so please visit this time.

“That’s right. I’m envious, but please go to our share.”

did you leave it to me? Where’s your share?!

“Take me too.”

Silver is out!

*

Ehhhhh~.

There is no business in Dagul.

Eventually I came to Japan.

“Oh, it’s refreshing, the Japanese air is definitely different.”

“What’s different?”

“Oppa has no romance, romance.”

“What is that? Are you eating?”

“Shit.”

When he arrives at the airport, Kyung-hee sees Sumire waiting for him and runs away.

“Kyaak! Nice to meet you!”

As if it were a family reunion, Sumire greets us with a smile while panicking.

“Come on.”

And he greets me while looking at me.

“Welcome, sir.”

“Teacher, what, just call me brother.”

“Yeah.”

After answering that, Sumire goes straight ahead, picks up one of the bags her twins have brought, and leads her.

“Follow me.”

She wants to go there to catch a taxi, but she walks towards the car parked near the airport.

As we approached, the driver’s door opened and a middle-aged man got out and came towards us.

A person with a slender face and a good-looking impression.

But, the face… … , Sumire looks a lot like her, so I can tell who she is.

“You are my father.”

As soon as Sumire introduced me, I greeted him first.

“Good morning.”

“Welcome. I heard that her daughter caused a lot of trouble.”

“Lungs, she actually helped us a lot with our work.”

“Oh, is it?”

Saying that, he looked at Sumire with a proud gaze.

“By the way, as Sumire told us, you are really fluent in Japanese.”

“No. It’s still not enough.”

“No. If I had met her without knowing it, I would have thought she was Japanese.”

She said drawing, and she immediately opened the car door and said.

“Anyway, you must be tired, so get on board.”

“Oh, yes. I’ll take care of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Wow, good tea.”

“Thanks.”

As soon as everyone gets into the car, they immediately leave the airport.

“It’s great to see you again.”

“I also.”

“Seeing you in Japan is like a dream.”

“I’ve already been to Japan twice, so it seems like I’ve really succeeded. Our Seon-hee is the third.”

“Oh, did you?”

“Yeah. My oppa and Seon-hee are a little more talented.”

“That’s right.”

Kyunghee continued to look out the window with an excited voice and chatted with Sumire.

A car that entered the outskirts of the city stood in front of a small two-story wooden house that looked old.

As soon as I got out of the car, Sumire said.

“This is our home.”

So we went into the building with Sumire’s guidance, and this time, a middle-aged woman wearing her apron greeted us.

She was a middle-aged woman with her beauty that strangely resembled Sumire’s eyes.

“Welcome. I am Sumire’s mother.”

“Oh, yes. Hello.”