1983 Past Life Manga King

I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back now.

It sounds like something sad, but it’s not so because my memory is fading.

Is your heart going dry?

A bitter smile is built without knowing it.

“What is it?”

“It is nothing.”

“Are you feeling lonely too?”

“What?”

“That’s right. I don’t even have a girlfriend at that age.”

“This guy.”

When Kyung-hee’s head is clenched and clenched, he smirks and laughs.

“I hope that I can live happily with my brother and Seonhee forever.”

At Kyunghee’s words, I stopped without realizing it.

Because I felt that way too.

Of course it would be impossible.

By the way, it seems that the response of Villain X, who appeared in a short film on Young Hero a while ago, was considerable.

Heard that the Young Hero editorial department was paralyzed by phone calls that lasted for several days.

Most of the questions were about whether the serialization of Villain X would proceed, and if it did, Sunny was in charge of the drawing.

The problem is that he is in a state of refusal except for short stories, so it seems that the young hero also had a lot of trouble because of this.

Still, it is unavoidable.

I don’t know if Seon-hee has multiple bodies, and there’s also the position that she’s a high school student.

Part 2 of Fasiencia, which should start again soon, is also being prepared.

And because of the position of a young hero, it is impossible to overdo it.

But it was then.

A huge shadow bursts into the firebox.

it was silver

“What are you eating? Let’s eat together.”

Silver, who is interested in the tteokbokki we eat, takes the chopsticks I was holding and runs towards the plate.

“Oh my, it’s not enough if Silver oppa is there.”

“You should share one of the beans.”

“Soybeans are okay because they don’t taste good, but this is not okay!”

“No.”

When Kyung-hee stubbornly refuses, Seon-hee joins in as well.

Silver put on an absurd expression on the twins’ reaction.

“I’m just killing myself with what I eat.”

“It’s because elephants are greedy for shamrock.”

“Only a nonsensical example.”

Saying that, they rush in, but the twins quickly escape the plate.

“Hey, I don’t eat it because it’s shameful.”

Saying so, I put down my chopsticks.

Seeing that, I asked Silver.

“Today is a day off. But what happened?”

“Why? Can’t you come?”

Having said that, the twins, who were careless, pierce through and eat a tteokbokki with their fingers. Because of that, Kyung-hee, who was beside him, screamed again.

“Kyaak, what if I eat it with my bare hands?!”

“This is a taste.”

“What’s the taste of your hands, you’re sick! Did you take any repellents?”

“What is he saying now. I don’t grow like that.”

In answering that, he licked and licked the red sauce on his fingers.

“Ah, Dire!”

“Because it’s handmade.”

“no it’s not! Dirty!”

“It’s very picky.”

“Your brother is weird.”

Avoiding the gaze of Kyung-hee, who was making a strong impression, Silver smirked.

“Hey, seeing things like this makes our country more affordable. I used to starve a lot when I was young.”

“uh? Really?”

I asked that, and I said yes.

If Silver was young, it would have been in the 60’s or 70’s, so it wouldn’t have been anything special back then.

Anyway, maybe because of my question, Silver grinned.

“You look like you ate well and grew up well. Seeing you say that.”

“then. My brother was special. Because mom and brother never starved.”

At Kyunghee’s words, Silver nodded his head.

“Ah, too. I knew it. Seeing that your mother always pampers you.”

At Silver’s words, Kyung-hee and Seon-hee chew tteokbokki and at the same time nod their heads and mutter, ‘Yes, that’s right.’

these guys

“But what about Mija-san?”

“It was fine today. I guess I’m pretty used to it now. He did well on his own.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“That’s why you’re so sad.”

Silver flinched at those words and looked at me with a frown.

“What nonsense are you talking about? Who is upset?”

“Or not, why are you so angry?”

“······Who.”

Silver, who had an absurd expression on his face, took a deep breath, ate another tteokbokki, went to his seat, picked up his newspaper, and began to read.

Then a new uninvited guest entered the studio.

“Hey, how are you all?”

The door to the studio opened, revealing Lee Dae-bong, dressed in a loud fruit-patterned southern shirt.

“what? What aloha shirt in this cold winter? Have you ever been to Hawaii?”

When I said it with an absurd expression on my face, Daebong Lee laughed and giggled.

“Have you been to Hawaii?”

“Oh, really? James, did you go to Hawaii?”

When Kyung-hee asked the question in surprise, Lee Dae-bong scratched the back of his head and laughed.

“Well, it’s not a perfect Hawaii.”

“What do you mean it’s not a perfect Hawaii?”

“Bugok Hawaii in Changnyeong.”

I laughed at that.

Like me, Kyung Hee sticks out her snout, apparently disappointed.

“Hey, what is it? I am again.”

How come it’s weird since you said Hawaii?

It was a time when overseas travel was not free yet.

“If I was Japanese, I would have gone to Hawaii, but because I’m Korean, I can’t go, so I had no choice but to try to show the same feeling.”

“What are you talking about? If I was Japanese, I would have gone to Hawaii.”

“The editorial department said that the Joongwon Cuisine King had good grades, so an overseas travel ticket came out as a gift. So Mukai-sensei, who was in charge of the drawing, said that he also went to Hawaii this time. But because this is the situation in our country…”

Come to think of it, I heard that an awards ceremony was held in Mitsuda Shoten not long ago.

It must have been the product there.

Of course, Samsara, Fasiencia, and the Dark Princess also received awards respectively. Of course, the subject of samsara.

The plaque is now hanging in the firebox.

Oh. Even then, Jiro said, ‘There is no suitable product, so I will send it in cash.’

Perhaps the product was related to overseas travel.

Haha, it’s only natural that Japan barely goes back and forth.

“So the editorial department gave you a Bugok Hawaii ticket?”

Lee Dae-bong frowned at my words and scolded him.

“Hey! It can’t be! It was given with money, with money.”

“Ah.”

“Anyway, that’s why you came to see me, even if you felt the same way.”

“So, you went alone?”

At my words, Lee Dae-bong looked at me with soft eyes and said.

“what? Did our Yoonhwan want to go with me too?”

“What nonsense? Why am I going alone with you?”

Then the doorbell rang.

Once the doorbell rang, it means that you are not a frequent visitor to the studio.

I, who was closest to the door leading to the yard, got up from my seat and went outside.

Are you also a book salesperson?

Recently, there have been a number of salespeople who have been selling various collections, so I approached the door, thinking it might be the case. And when he opens the door, he sees a man standing in a well-dressed suit and glasses that certainly looks like a book salesman.

“I’m not going to buy a book.”

“Sorry. That’s not it. Perhaps······.”

The man who said so turned to the side and said.

“What did you say?”

But the man spoke Japanese.

Then he pulled his hair out by the door and turned around to see a woman standing there.

At first glance, she is wearing a suit that emphasizes her stylish hair and makeup, and overly emphasizes her shoulders. I feel like I’m Japanese, not Korean.

Then she looked at the man, put her impression on him, and said quietly.

“The king of Jungwon cuisine. The story writer who wrote it said something like this.”

“Oh right.”

After I said that, the man looked back at me and asked again in Korean.

“Jungwon Cooking King story writer, are you staying here?”

“Where are you from?”

“Ah, that’s right.”

He made a happy expression on his face and immediately opened his mouth again.

“A Japanese woman here said she wanted to meet the author.”

Hearing that, I asked the woman with her hair straight again in Japanese.

“Where are you from?”

“······Yeah?”

I shudder as if I was startled by the fluent Japanese that came out of my mouth. Then, he quickly corrected his expression and asked me, looking at me with a strange gaze.

“Are you working here? Are you Japanese?”

“Well, I do work here, but I am not Japanese. By the way, did I ask you a question first?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Atsuko Mine, a reporter for ‘Weekly Rumors’.”

“Weekly rumors?”

Weekly Rumors (2)

When I asked with a surprised expression, the woman offered me a business card.

When I received it, the words “Weekly Rumor” and “Reporter – Atsuko Mine” were written below it.

“···········?”

Of course, I don’t know anything about ‘weekly rumors’. But looking at the name of the magazine, it seems like you know it roughly.

Japan is overflowing with celebrity scandal-related magazines and they are popular, so maybe that’s the way it is.

Of course, it seems that there are a few magazines that are unreasonable in Korea, probably because they received a lot of influence from Japan without realizing it.

After all, why are you a reporter for such a magazine?

I asked with a puzzled expression.

“What are you doing?”

“actually······. Oh, you just step back. Because this person is still fluent in Japanese.”

Saying so, she turns to the man next to her.

Then the man who seems to be in charge of the interpreter steps away with a dissatisfied expression and sits on a bench in the supermarket opposite. Then he took out a cigarette and asked.

She was Mine after watching it for a while, and the woman who introduced herself turned her head and looked at me again, she said.

“Oh, I’m sorry. As you may not know, our magazine mainly deals with celebrity scandals.”

“········ By the way?”

“So, by the way, I have something I’m investigating right now.”

After saying that, she smiled and came up to me and said,

“I need some help from you, can I ask you a favor?”

The woman who followed Lee Dae-bong, and the celebrity scandal.

Lee Dae-bong and celebrities.

Something doesn’t connect well.

Could it be that Lee Dae-bong tried to seduce a female celebrity with a handsome face? So, has she been exposed to the fact that she is a writer?

I think it would be possible with Lee Dae-bong, but I don’t think he would do anything particularly strange to women.

Still, she nodded her head, wanting to hear and see me.

“What is your request?”

If she thought my words worked, she nods her head, saying that she knew a woman would. Then she immediately asked in a cautious voice.

“That’s what he said earlier.”

“···········?”

“As I said before, you are the author of the Jungwon Cooking King.”

“I do not know. I don’t know if it’s the middle schooler or not.”

“Oh yeah?”