1983 Past Life Manga King

While Daebong Lee and Silver were arguing like that, Kyunghee asked me with a worried expression.

“Then, what should we do next?”

“Well, for now, I think it would be better to act as usual.”

He looks at me with a look that says, “What is Kyunghee talking about?”

“He came to our studio. But can I just act as usual? Are you really okay?”

“I just want you to feel comfortable. After all, if you try hard to hide it anyway, your actions will only make you more suspicious.”

“uh? So, you’re saying it’s okay to be revealed to that reporter?”

“It’s inevitable if it’s just naturally known, but I don’t want to make it known to a scandalous magazine like that.”

At that, Kyunghee asked with curious eyes.

“What are your plans?”

“I’m not even an operative, so what’s your plan all of a sudden? I never expected this to happen in the first place.”

“Ah, then what? Were you shouting out without a plan?”

“I don’t have any plans, but what can I do in the future?”

At that, Kyung-hee is disappointed.

I honestly don’t worry too much.

If it becomes known anyway, then you just have to prepare again with the mindset of starting over.

With the experience I have accumulated over the years, there will be no trouble for the members of the studio.

There’s a lot of money I’ve saved up there.

That’s not to say that I’m going to make it known right away.

Anyway, I don’t have any tteokbokki.

“Kyung-hee, do you have any more tteokbokki?”

Then, Kyunghee scratched the back of her head and smiled awkwardly.

“Oh sorry. I ate it all.”

“Didn’t I say that I made a lot earlier?”

“that······. As I ate it, I ate it all. sorry.”

I took a deep breath at those words, and Kyunghee opened her mouth.

“Should I buy tteokbokki now? There’s a really good snack shop run by her grandmother near the national school in front of you, right? I will go there.”

Having said that, he immediately got up from his seat and tried to get out. I stopped Kyunghee like that.

“No, it’s done. Please tell me the name of the store. I will go.”

“Really?”

“okay.”

As I nodded my head, Kyunghee asked carefully.

“Then why don’t we buy a few more servings of the seaweed?”

“What? Are you going to eat that much and eat again?”

“Seonhee, she ate a lot, but I ate a little less.”

At that time, Seonhee spoke softly while drawing a picture.

“I ate less.”

“What? you too?”

These guys are really kids from the wrong time.

If it was the time I was living, it would have been a hit with the mukbang

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Inside the small snack bar in front of the school.

A young woman is sniffing her nose and militarily eating ramen and gimbap.

I have been starving since morning, so my appetite is strong because I have been starving all day.

And because I was exhausted from the work I had been doing recently, I even got a cold.

No, maybe this cold in Seoul was more of a problem.

It’s early winter, so here in Seoul it’s colder than in the middle of winter in Tokyo.

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He sniffed once more and shoved another kimbap into his mouth.

“The price was cheap, so I wasn’t expecting it, but the taste is good.”

I was muttering to myself like that, when the store owner grandmother laughed and said:

“Ugh, the Japanese girl is fortunate to eat well. What more can I give you?”

Then she immediately put a donut on a plate and handed it to the woman.

But she is a Japanese woman, so she can’t understand her Korean grandmother’s words, so she just rolls her big eyes.

Her grandmother, who laughed at her appearance, put one of her steamed buns on her plate and handed it to her right away.

“Come on, this is free.”

“Yeah? I didn’t do it.”

As the incomprehensible woman wags her hand and speaks her Japanese, her grandmother nods her head saying it’s okay.

“Daijobu, Daijobu. Okane Inai.”

She is startled by her grandmother’s words, skillful in her words that she doesn’t need money, and she soon nods her head to say hello.

“Ah, thank you.”

“Yes, yes.”

Her grandmother, who smiled and nodded her head, left her words to eat a lot, and she went straight to her corner to watch TV.

The woman who saw it smiled slightly, and soon she tasted the steamed bun.

“Oh, this is delicious too.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

The woman who laughed happily at the taste of bread was Atsuko Mine, the weekly rumor reporter.

She returned from the house she had been looking for, and she went straight to a nearby snack shop. Of course, the interpreter who came with me paid money and sent it back.

In fact, he hired him for a short time as an interpreter, but he quickly sent him back because his constant glance was uncomfortable.

He frowned for a moment while resenting a colleague at a magazine for introducing him as a skilled interpreter, then shoved the rest of the bread into his mouth.

Mine’s eyes, which were languishing as they made both cheeks bigger like that, turned upwards.

Then he seemed to be lost in her thoughts and murmured as he tilted her head.

“Anyway, it was hard to find, but what should I do now?”

As she said so, she frowned again, took a deep breath, and then put her gimbap back into her mouth and began to chew.

To be honest, she didn’t know anything about Jungwon Cooking King, and even less interested in her story writer, James.

Still, the only cartoonists interested were Samsara and Sunny from the Dark Princess.

But she said that Sunny was just a young female cartoonist, and she was a pretty veiled figure in the comics world.

But her job was to deal with celebrity scandals, so she wasn’t keen to find out.

She was investigating a recent celebrity-related scandal.

Although she did not have a song that could be called her hit song yet, she was a rookie singer named Lisa, who was gradually gaining popularity with her neat image.

Then there were rumors that she had recently met her sponsor, and she decided to investigate it. And that sponsor was a middle-aged man named Okada Ken, who was the executive director of a publishing company called Mitsuda Shoten.

Some evidence photos had already been taken, and information was obtained that a more certain story and a bigger scandal were involved. It was the time to tie it all together and explode it all at once.

However, there was something interesting among the eavesdropping contents through the background investigation of the managing director of Mitsuda Shoten.

It was the fact that the author of Samsara was Korean.

That was more shocking than I thought.

It was because Samsara was a popular cartoon that was making a blast recently, and she herself enjoyed it quite a bit.

The fact that Sunny, the author of such a manga, was a foreigner, not a Japanese, was also Korean

Perhaps it would have been quite a fuss if manga fans found out.

So, we decided to put off the scandal about the managing director and investigate this together.

If the content of the conversation the managing director was talking about was true, it would be quite interesting.

So, I started the investigation from Mitsuda Shoten.

And after quite a while, I found out that the story writer, King of Jungwon Cooking, was also a Korean.

If a Korean, who is not common in the comics world, is serialized in the same magazine, and also in the same magazine, Boy Hero, there is a very high probability that what the managing director said is true.

Curious, Mine did a more in-depth investigation. And I also found out that the editor in charge of Jungwon Cooking King, who wrote the story by a writer named James, and the editor of Samsara were quite close.

In addition, by combining various circumstances, I finally got to know a little about Samsara’s editor. And that he sometimes goes on business trips to Korea.

However, the editor in charge of Samsara was quite cautious, so it was not easy to pursue him.

Countless times, I traced the person in charge of the King of Jungwon Cooking, and after such a persistent investigation, it was difficult to find out James’s address.

And she came straight to Korea to meet such James.

She soon went to James’s house with a man who would interpret her. Then I found him in a car heading somewhere, and he was chasing after the car in a taxi.

Then I found that old Japanese-style house.

At first, I thought that maybe this place was related to Sunny.

But, seeing how James entered the house naturally without ringing the bell, he speculated that this was his studio.

It was because it was absurd in her common sense that she seemed to go to and from other people’s studios like that.

But first, I thought that confirmation was necessary, so I rang the doorbell, and it was a young man who was fluent in Japanese who opened the door.

Although it was unusual for him to be fluent in Japanese, James is not a Korean story writer.

Then, it is not unusual for someone who can speak Japanese to live in the same house.

It’s just a guess, but maybe it’s because he’s probably the one who’ll be in charge of translating James’ story.

If you think about it that way, the assumption that it is a studio is roughly correct.

However, her whereabouts for Sunny are still unclear.

It’s heartbreaking that he’s friends with Sunny, but even if he thinks that the possibility is high, it’s impossible to know how he usually meets Sunny.

However, a keen sense created by long investigation into the scandal is telling the man he just bumped into at the door there is something.

If he is in charge of the translation, the idea comes to mind that he may be connected with Sunny.

“Um, maybe…”

It’s just a guess, but he’s even convinced that he might have some clue.

When he eats sweet steamed bun, the corner of his mouth rises at the thought that his head seems to work better.

Of course, at that moment, the words of the nagging senior come to mind.

‘What are you doing so lazily? what kind of detective are you Put aside any inferences or imaginations that don’t work, and do your research properly. It’s about making results!’

But he soon snorted his nose.

“huh. ‘Cause this time it’s real It smells.”

It was Mine who thoroughly believed in his own premonitions.

Just then, I heard someone calling my grandmother from outside the snack bar.

Then her grandmother, who was watching her TV, gets up from her seat and goes outside.

“Uh, are you here?”

“Yeah. Please give me some tteokbokki here.”

it’s a man’s voice

However, Mine is not interested at all and still eats kimbap. Then he soon realized that he was familiar with the voice of something.

It’s obviously Korean, but it feels strangely familiar.

So she turned her back and sat down and turned her body to look behind her. And she looked outside, and soon her eyes widened.

“···································································!

that’s the man

The man who opened the door earlier.

Minnie jumped up from her seat immediately.

“uh?! you!”

At that moment, he met the man’s gaze. And the man’s eyes widened.

“uh?!”

Weekly Rumors (4)

When I come to the snack shop that Kyung-hee told me to buy tteokbokki, her grandmother pretends to know her.

According to Kyung Hee, even if it was the first time I visited, the person who visited me was rather confused because of the reaction.

He spoke so friendly that he couldn’t say, ‘Actually, I’m here for the first time’ in front of that bright expression.

Haha, it would be unreasonable to remember every single person in a store where many people come and go.

Or maybe this is the way to build friendships.

Anyway, as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a woman’s voice from inside the store.

Also in Japanese.

I looked inside the store out of curiosity.

“uh? you!”

But some woman is looking at me and pointing her finger at me.

And when I saw the woman’s face, I was startled.

“uh?!”

Earlier, it was a Japanese woman who had visited the studio, a journalist for a magazine called Weekly Rumors.

What did she say her name was Mine?

However, she seems to be quite surprised by what she ate, and she suddenly swallows it. She then pounded her own chest with a sudden ‘wow’ of hers. It seems to have been filled with food.

Surprised by the sight, her grandmother hastily pours water into her glass of water and brings it to the woman.

“Oh my, it looks like it’s on. Come on, come on, drink, hurry up!”

Mine, who receives the water from her grandmother, hurriedly swallows it into her mouth.

“Are you okay, Japanese girl?”

When her grandmother patted her on the back and asked, the woman who had been sobbing for a moment raised her head and exhaled loudly.

“Whoah!”

“Hey, it’s going to be a big deal, really.”

“Kamusa Hamuna!”

In the meantime, I say thank you in clumsy Korean.

Then she looked straight at me and jumped out of her seat and shouted.

“Hey, what’s going on? Could you follow me?”

“Hey, that seems to be your business…”

“Ah.”

The woman opened her eyes slightly upwards and she nodded her head in agreement.

Of course, you are the expert in such secretive things.

But the grandmother is surprised to hear our conversation.

“The bachelor speaks Japanese very fluently. Are you married?”