1983 Past Life Manga King

Then, Kyung-hee, who was rolling her eyes, suddenly greeted them together.

“Yes hello. By the way, your Japanese uncle colleague?”

“Ah, over there…”

The woman who cut off Jiro quickly answered.

“Yes, that is correct. By the way, you are fluent in Japanese.”

Kyung-hee laughed at the woman’s compliment.

“What, there are a lot of words I don’t know yet.”

“Oh my, are you so good at it that you can’t even tell the difference from the Japanese who just walk in?”

“Oh, what. I tend to hear things like that.”

Anyway, when the two women start chatting in front of the door, Jiro panics and she doesn’t know what to do.

I told them both.

“Come on, don’t do this in front of the door, both of you go inside.”

“No, that’s….”

“Oh, senpai, why are you like this? Homeowners are coming in.”

Saying that, the woman leads Jiro’s arm and walks in with a dignified step.

“·················ogue.”

Jiro, who was conscious of the locals gathered around him, entered the room while he was there, and Kyunghee closed the gate just in time.

As soon as she enters the yard, the woman admires the building.

“Wow, the building is very similar to an old Japanese building. We have a house like this in our countryside.”

“This is the house where Japanese people lived long ago.”

“Ah” to Kyung-hee’s explanation, the woman nods her head.

Seeing that, Jiro spoke to me in a quiet voice.

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to bring it.”

“Well, it’s okay. I think you are a colleague.”

However, the woman who had been following Kyung-hee turned to us and turned into a surprised expression. Then she asked me right away.

“Are you a teacher? Could it be, Sunny? But Ms. Sunny said she was a woman, wasn’t she?”

“Ah yes. Sunny is my younger brother and I am in charge of the story.”

“Yeah? story? Were you the one who wrote the Samsara story yourself?”

“Yeah.”

To my answer, the woman opens her eyes and just stands frozen and stares at me. Then she greets me again.

“Hi Sir! My name is Michiko Kawada from the editorial department, who I recently joined. I wish you all the best in the future!”

She suddenly salutes in a loud voice.

Jiro then panics again and stops her.

“Hey, take it easy. It’s rude.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was so surprised.”

“You are surprising others.”

“······Ah.”

“Let’s go inside.”

“Yeah.”

My expression brightens up again and answers my words. Then, he goes back inside with Kyung-hee.

Somehow, she’s a girl with a similar feeling to Kyunghee.

I think so, but again, as soon as I enter the studio, I shout out loud.

“Because you are young! This is Michikoimuna Kawada from Irbon!”

When I shout in Korean out of the blue, the fishermen at work put on a bewildered expression on their faces. And then everyone’s eyes turn to me.

Kyunghee explained to them instead.

“Japanese uncle, you are a junior in a publishing house. My name is Mi Kawada.”

“Michiko.”

“Ah, Michiko Kawada.”

Her assistants, who were working just then, greet her lightly and smile.

“welcome.”

“Good morning.”

“Nice to meet you.”

People Semi-Reporter Michiko greets people and looks around her. I wonder who among them is the teacher.

Then, when Seon-hee lifts her head slightly, Michiko sees it and widens her eyes, and she immediately turns to Kyung-hee, who was next to her.

She was startled to see two people with the same hair style and the same face, she told Kyunghee.

“uh? The face is the same. Twin sisters?”

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Oh, you work here together.”

After she said that, she went straight to Seon-hee and spoke in a friendly voice.

“Oppa, you help work, is work fun?”

At that moment, Jiro’s expression hardened. Then she went straight to Michiko, pulled her arm and said,

“Hey Kawada. What are you doing?”

Michiko stumbled from her sudden hasty pull, and she looked straight at her Jiro, she said.

“Why are you here all of a sudden? I’m saying hello.”

“That is the teacher, sir.”

“Yeah?”

“Sunny sir!”

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At that moment, I look back at Kyunghee. Then, Kyunghee smiled and nodded her head.

I looked around, and the fishermen were eating.

And I look back

As I shrugged, Michiko’s face soon turned into tears.

“Ah, ah, how….”

And she hesitates without even looking back to Sunny.

Seon-hee looks at Michiko with a blank look, and then she sits down and starts painting her again.

Michiko glanced back at her, and immediately bowed her head toward Seon-hee.

“Sorry!”

“···········?”

“I’m really sorry!”

Seon-hee, who looks at her with a frown on her again, scratches her head. At that time, Kyung-hee, who was by her side, dried Michiko as she kept her head down.

“It’s okay. Seonhee seems to be fine too. are you okay?”

“…it doesn’t matter.”

When she answers in Korean, Kyung Hee immediately tells her, ‘It’s okay.’

After hearing her words, Michiko straightens her body and giggles as if she ever did.

“Surely, I didn’t know that Sunny was such a young person.”

“The first time you see it, that’s the reaction. Our Sunny is a bit of a genius.”

As Kyunghee raises her nose up as if proudly speaking, Michiko nods her head several times.

“of course. Teacher Sunny is a famous person among cartoonists.”

“It’s my brother.”

“Oh, I see.”

“······not really.”

“What did you just say?”

“Big. it’s nothing.”

Then Seon-hee speaks again in Japanese.

“I am the sister.”

“you really.”

“Oh, Teacher Sunny also speaks Japanese well.”

“Ah yes. Hehe. You are better than me.”

“That’s right.”

Seeing Michiko like that, Jiro grabbed her head with one hand and wrapped it around his forehead.

It was as if she was having a headache.

After a while,

Around lunch time, my mother came to the studio.

“Oh, you’re Japanese. Is that editor’s colleague?”

“uh. junior.”

“Oh, I see. You were really good.”

When her mother looks at her Michiko and says, she senses that it’s her own story, so she approaches us and greets us again in poor Korean.

Then my mother smiled and replied that it was funny.

“Yeah, you’re welcome. Haven’t you eaten? We eat together.”

Jiro by her side interprets in her small words, and Michiko answered with her bright face.

“Kamusahamu.”

“Ho Ho. Ok.”

However, Michiko seems to have a lot of aegyo, so she quickly clings to her mother, and she keeps talking about something. She then begins preparing her meal with the other fishermen.

Even if she says it’s okay because her mother is her guest, it’s pretty funny to see her after she rolls up her arms.

However, at first glance, Jiro drags her out of the kitchen as she causes a nuisance because her kitchen work is nonsense.

“What are you doing. in moderation, in moderation. Stop being a nuisance.”

“Yeah? Are you that insignificant?”

“You don’t know yourself?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. But my mom told me that I was good at cooking.”

“What nonsense?”

“Ok.”

Looking closely, she’s a woman who wonders if she’ll look like that if one or two screws are missing from Kyunghee.

Anyway, the appearance of an unfamiliar woman seems to make the studio a bit noisy.

Kyung-hee also sits next to Michiko and chats to see if she likes Michiko like that.

Even after the meal started so soon, Michiko’s chatter did not stop. For those who don’t understand, Kyunghee is very active, even interpreting in real time.

After lunch break and break time, Daebong Lee came to visit.

“Hey, Akagi-san, are you here?”

“Good morning.”

“Yes, hello. uh? But who is that sweetheart?”

“·················ogue.”

But Michiko doesn’t say anything.

Rather…, what’s with that expression?

You look a little confused.

“I am a junior.”

“Oh, you are a publisher.”

Having said that, she went straight ahead and she spoke to Michiko in Japanese.

“Good morning.”

“Ah yes. Good morning.”

Michiko bows her head and greets her.

But what? Michiko is shy.

I haven’t seen her in a long time, but she’s shy here, so she feels something different from before, so I can’t get used to it.

Haha, because Daebong Lee was a bit handsome.

With a face like that, it’s almost like a talent.

At Michiko’s actions like that, the women around him chuckle and laugh.

When you see her with Lee Dae-bong, she looks very familiar.

“My name is Michiko Kawada.”

“I am James. Please.”

At that, the woman paused and opened her mouth with a cautious expression.

“James, James? Isn’t that James from the King of Jungwon Cooking?”

“Oh, you know. Yes. I am that James.”

“Ah······.”

It is a face that has lost its soul.

spy? (3)

As Michiko stares at Lee Dae-bong with her blank expression on her face, Jiro stabs her in the side.

“······Ah!”

It was then that she regained consciousness and her eyes returned to normal.

Feeling possessed by something and then awakened?

Anyway, that kind of Michiko immediately flirted with Lee Dae-bong.

“I really like the King of Jungwon Cooking. I was so curious about what the main character was making, so I even tried making it myself.”

Then she asked Jiro with a suspicious look.

“It sounds like you can’t cook.”

Michiko was taken aback at that, and she smiled awkwardly.

“Oh, what. Even so. With the help of someone you know.”

“Who knows? Maybe mother?”

“It’s not that…. A cook.”

With those words, this time, Daebong Lee shows interest.

“The chef made the food that appears in my Jungwon Cooking King? Wow, I want to taste it. But was it delicious?”

“Ah yes. I was trying to transfer the original to food, but because I didn’t have enough ingredients, I tried a slightly different way of flavoring it. It was fine though.”

“Actually, most of the dishes in the original are not easy to find. But what did you eat?”

At those words, Michiko tapped her chin a few times with her finger and fell into her thoughts, and she soon opened her mouth.