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Anyway, it seems that these conditions were a fresh shock to them.

The other two were startled by my words, and their faces brightened immediately. Then, after fully understanding the contents, the contract was immediately disrupted.

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high school teacher (4)

As soon as the contract was drawn up, each of the assistants grabbed their own desk and focused on painting.

Originally, it would take a period of time to adapt to the new picture, but Seonhee also decided that her skills were not yet mature and needed to grow together, so she put it into the work right away.

In the case of Jung Mi-ja, who is in charge of the character touch, the pen line seems to have adapted well, and the two are surprised because it is the first time they see the background.

Park So-mi, who has a dwarf body, asked in a quiet voice to Jeong Mi-ja, who was occupied with touching characters in the middle.

“Here, sister. Did the little teacher draw this?”

little teacher? Are you talking about Seonhee?

Oh my, Jung Mi-ja is 24 years old.

So, the oldest person in the studio is Koo Ja-hee, then Jung Mi-ja, and then Park So-mi.

They seem to have become sisters and brothers to each other in a short amount of time, probably because they are people with a lot of experience in the studio.

In any case, perhaps because Lee Dae-bong gave her a strong voice in advance, Seon-hee and me are always called teachers.

However, Seon-hee seems to have become a little teacher among them from a certain moment.

So am I a great teacher?

“right. Drawing a character is no joke, even the background is very meticulous.”

“Wow, there must be some real geniuses in the world.”

“I, Hyomin-sensei, when I was in the studio, I saw a drawing man who was very good at drawing but very fast. That was the first time I thought of that, but seeing the little teacher… I guess there are people who fly above those who really run.”

Shaking so much fuss, he immediately prepares the tools and starts work. Then, he begins to draw the background by comparing it with the manuscript that Seon-hee had previously completed. After about an hour like that, the careful hand gestures gradually move more and more, and the empty pages are quickly filled.

When I went nearby and looked at it, I saw that she was drawing well according to Seon-hee’s style.

I was more adaptable than I thought, so I asked implicitly.

“The background is a bit complicated, but you draw it well.”

When I asked, Somi Park opened her mouth as she continued her work.

“Since the background is already finished in drawing… it’s easy.”

“Yes. The background drawing was originally ours, but it’s not difficult if it’s made like this. Once you get used to the drawing, just write down the shape or instructions, and we can complete it. Of course, it’s easier if you have pictures.”

“Yeah. You can leave the background to us.”

In fact, it would be much easier to draw a background with drawings.

When I turn to Seon-hee, Seon-hee seems to have been thinking about something for a while, whether she heard it too.

He’s a smart kid, so he might be thinking about doing more efficient work. Of course, looking at his face, it doesn’t seem like it.

In any case, they are talented and seem to have a sense of responsibility for their work.

I’m sure Lee Dae-bong’s eyes are correct on this kind of thing.

Although he is an unusual person, his recognizing eyes seem correct.

In the meantime, Park Sang-sik came to the studio from time to time to discuss with me, or went out together to create a story.

Lunch and dinner are usually prepared by her mother, and her sister and Kyung-hee sometimes help her.

Of course, when preparing meals, it certainly helps that there are many women in the studio.

But one afternoon, Seon-hee, who was absorbed in painting, suddenly stopped working.

She tilted her head while she was still working from earlier, and for some reason put the pencil away.

Then, Park Sang-sik and I had been discussing the ‘flat-footed striker’ for a while, and he came up to me.

“···········?”

“Are you done?”

“uh. Roughly. But why?”

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“I want to see the apartment.”

“Apartment? Why all of a sudden?”

“background.”

“Ah······.”

It was then that I understood what Seon-hee was saying.

It looks like you need some background material. Well, in the case of the weekly manga series ‘Samsara’, it was natural because the city was the main setting and the beginning of the story was taking place in an apartment.

“I’ll get a picture of the apartment. I’ll try to get a picture of the interior first.”

But Seon-hee shakes her head left and right.

“No, let’s see for yourself.”

“directly? Why aren’t photos enough?”

“Huh. It keeps getting caught.”

“Hang?”

It’s like saying it doesn’t come out well in your own imagination.

I have a hard time understanding the world he sees. However, there is no need to judge by my standards.

“okay. ok So, shall we leave now?”

I nod my head at my words.

“I want to see the house too.”

“To the house?”

If there is someone living in an apartment nearby, it would be okay to excuse me for a moment, but unfortunately there is no such person.

Since the times are the times, there are things like that, but I think there are people who are likely to live in an apartment at least one person.

Anyway, I decided to give it a try.

“Bye.”

“Go.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

He leaves the studio after being greeted by the fishermen and Park Sang-sik.

Since there are no apartments around the house, I first took the bus and headed to the nearest apartment complex. In my time, apartments were all over the place, but houses are the mainstream, not yet.

I got on the bus and got off where I could see the apartment complex and went straight to it.

First of all, I asked while taking a picture from the perspective of data.

“Is this enough?”

But somehow, Seon-hee’s expression is strange.

Is it something different from your thoughts?

She immediately shakes her head.

“Why?”

But he says something a little absurd.

“Here…it’s hard to defend when zombies come.”

“What?”

Boy, it seems that you don’t think of this place just as a background material.

An accurate model of the apartment complex that appears in the story of Samsara’s world is needed.

Come to think of it, there is a story about the part where the protagonist joins forces with people to stop the zombies when they have not yet acquired the proper abilities. Perhaps you are referring to the apartment in the background.

It was only me who roughly set the level of fighting together with people, and based on that, Park Sang-sik wrote the storyline, but Seon-hee is working on it again with her own style.

It was surprising that the already completed continuity realized what I had imagined so realistically, but I was thinking about such details.

yah really

“···········?”

Seonhee looks at me and tilts her head.

Maybe I was thinking with a weird expression on my face.

“Good. Then let’s go back a few places.”

Seonhee nodded at my words.

This makes it difficult to find by bus.

“taxi!”

I immediately caught a taxi.

“Where shall we go?”

“Please go back to where the apartment complex is.”

“Yeah?”

The taxi driver looked at me in the passenger seat with a strange look, probably because he didn’t understand what I was saying.

“I am looking for an apartment that can become a landmark in Seoul. We’re a little busy, so please look around meticulously.”

He frowned slightly at my words and glanced at my clothes.

A camera is also hung over one shoulder. The bag also said with a bright expression that it looked as if it contained something important.

“Oh, you were on public duty.”

“Well, it’s not like that.”

But this man pours my words out of his ear.

“Oh, you are precious. Okay. I know how to handle it.”

Having said that, he hurriedly departed.

Oh, this. Aren’t you being arrested for impersonating a public official?

No, I never pretended to be a civil servant. This guy has been misunderstood.

So we took a taxi and started walking around downtown Seoul.

While the green pony taxi was roaming around Seoul, I turned around and saw Seon-hee staring out the window with a blank face.

Obviously, the driver uncle is a veteran or an efficient way to find apartment complexes. However, Seon-hee continues to focus on the outside in the same posture as she may not have been able to find the place she wants.

At first glance, it looks like some kind of mannequin, so it’s completely stationary.

In the meantime, the driver uncle chattered.

Social problems, political problems, economic problems.

While listening to his non-stop talk, while still glancing at the back seat, there was a change in Seon-hee’s behavior. He points out the window with his finger and speaks in a low voice.

“there.”

“Huh? where?”

“I think that would be good.”

“Uncle, please stop over there.”

“Ah yes. Okay.”

When the taxi stops, you pay for the taxi fare, but the driver accepts it with both hands as if he is sorry.

“Oh, thank you. Then work hard.”

“Ah yes. thank you.”

The driver said goodbye once more and started the taxi. He scratched his head and ate his mouth as he looked at the cab that was out of sight. And soon turned around, Seon-hee is already walking towards the apartment complex.

“Yamma, let’s go together.”

Having said that, he quickly approached Seon-hee.

Seon-hee walks to a spot where the apartment complex can be seen clearly and stops.

“here?”

“Huh. good location here. If you come here, you can defend even if they come.”

It even gives a sense of dread, like a commander preparing for war. Normally, it’s the right time to laugh, but because he’s looking at him so seriously, I feel like I’m also saddened at the same time.

First of all, I looked at the apartment from Seon-hee’s point of view.

Anyway, that’s what I was thinking.

But the more I look around, the more I can sympathize with Seon-hee’s words.

Anyway, I imagined looking at the large supermarket in front of the apartment and the surrounding terrain.

Zombies coming from all directions.

And the people who oppose it fight against the surrounding buildings and various barriers.

When I think of these things, the scene that best fits the story I made comes out.

Seon-hee recognized these places at a glance while traveling by taxi.

Her ability to understand visual information feels truly unimaginable.

Even while I’m surprised, Seon-hee just wanders around and looks around. Then he went straight into the apartment.

As soon as I got on the elevator, I hurriedly followed Seon-hee.

Press the 7th floor.

There is also a story about the 7th floor in Samsara.

The elevator door opened and I started walking down the exposed hallway of the apartment.

Then Seon-hee, who was looking down, nodded her head, and she immediately came up to me and said:

“I want to see the interior of the apartment.”

“…that’s difficult.”

“·················ogue.”

Seonhee frowned slightly.

But then something comes to mind.

“follow me.”

Having said that, I hurriedly left the apartment and went to the nearby Bokdeok room.

“You want to see the apartment?”

“Yeah.”

The old man takes turns looking at us and smiles awkwardly.

“Adults?”

“Oh, my mom and dad don’t have time. He told us to check the apartment first.”

“Hyoja, filial piety. haha.”

“By the way, are there any items for sale on the 7th floor of Building 101 over there?”

“Are you sure it’s just there?”

“Yeah. Please.”

The other layers don’t matter, but it’s to make it as close to reality as possible.

“Wait a minute, wait.”

Having said that, the old man Bokdeokbang rummaged through his notebook and nodded his head.

“Finally, there is one.”

After saying that, the old man locks the door of the Bokdeok room and guides him directly.

Thanks to him, he scoured the apartment and told the obvious lie that he would call me next time.

Still, I bought two packs of cigarettes from a nearby supermarket to thank the old man for giving me time.

The same thing after confirming that the cigarette he was smoking in the Bokdeok room was a turtle ship.

Anyway, we accomplished our purpose and immediately returned to the studio.