Chapter 164 – Episode 164

I thought about the future all day until the weekend.

I didn’t have a choice anyway.

The happiness I am enjoying now.

Oh Hana, Han Ae-bom, Yoon Su-ah… I was not in a position to stay still in order to continue living with these three people living in a studio apartment.

‘Compared to before, it doesn’t mean I haven’t grown.’

That much was certain.

If it were me in the past, I would have been scared as soon as I faced a challenge like this and given up before I even started, or I would have turned my eyes away from the cold reality and just stayed in the corner of the room, channeling positivity as I pleased.

‘Because the past was so bad, it would make no sense to do anything worse than that.’

Even taking that into account, I was spending my time and putting in effort much more effectively than before.

[Nobel Pictures]

The proof was that I, not anyone else, was attending a web novel academy.

‘Let’s take it one by one, one by one. Because you can rush into this and that out of nervousness and not be able to accomplish even one thing.’

I muttered this to myself and headed out to listen to the second week of the web novel lecture.

“Are you here? Mr. Hyunwoo!”

Song A-young, who was staring at her phone at the counter, spots me and her face blooms. Just a moment ago, he seemed like a person whose soul had been drained, but now he was full of life like a freshly caught live fish.

“Hello, teacher.”

Haha! “I was waiting so desperately for Hyunwoo to come!”

It really seems like that.

“Let’s go to the classroom quickly! Quickly!”

Rather than a teacher and a student, it feels more like an owner and a dog.

While I was scratching my cheek in confusion, I arrived at a small classroom with about 6 computers.

“Now, sit here.”

I didn’t even lift a finger.

Song A-young pulls out a chair for me to sit in, and turns on her computer herself. I laughed out loud when I saw that.

“Did you miss me that much?”

“Of course! Hyunwoo is the only student in the weekend class! Ugh, if Hyunwoo doesn’t come, I’ll have to sit at the counter blankly all day.”

The more I look at it, the more it looks like a puppy waiting for its owner.

Even if it feels like that, it doesn’t even look like a puppy.

She was a sexy woman who looked particularly good in a white blouse and black skirt that she must have been wearing as if she were an academy instructor.

‘What are you thinking?’

How could a guy who was touching not one, but three women at the same time even think that there was another attractive woman in front of him? Pathetic, pathetic.

Shouldn’t I become a man like Oh Hanam who won’t blink even if a beautiful woman shows her a striptease in front of her?

[… ?]

Huh?

I think I just saw a system message briefly in front of me. Is it an illusion?

I looked at Song A-young as she tilted her head.
She is a good teacher and a good person. But it didn’t seem like she really wanted to do this.

‘If you’re that bored in the first place… Isn’t it okay to just write? ‘You’re a famous writer.’

Whenever she saw Song A-young, she held back the words that had been floating around in her mouth several times. I’m not a very perceptive person. I felt that this was something that should not be easily said to Song A-young.

We’re not going to see each other for a long time anyway, so she doesn’t want to become an awkward relationship.

In that sense, good and good were the best.

“Teacher. “What should I do today?”

“Well, I see. Student Kim Hyeon-woo! Have you completed all the assignments given by your teacher? Read Bigenius!”

Yes, now is the perfect time.

Song A-young smiles, and I smile too.

“It’s not all, but I’ve read up to episode 217.”

“Omg! Oh my god. “You’ve read quite a bit, right?”

“Oh, I read books a little faster.”

To be exact, it was the power of the ‘lower level speed reading skill’ I had recently acquired.

To be honest, it was a skill I didn’t have very high expectations for. So I think I got it more leisurely.

When it comes to speed reading, I thought it wouldn’t be as easy to understand as reading slowly and thoroughly instead of quickly.

But, what is this? Contrary to my expectations, the power of ‘low-level speed reading skills’ did not simply make reading faster, but also enabled me to understand the information I read at high speed as if I had read it carefully. For a moment, I thought it was possible because I was a genius. Considering my past actions, that was definitely not the case.

‘It’s good to have good skills.’

There are often strange things mixed in, but if you look at the ability of the skill itself, it is true that it is a fraud.

Intermediate semen estrus skills, massage skills, contraception skills, erogenous zone confirmation skills, etc… Looking back, the number of skills I have acquired is quite large.

“You didn’t read it roughly, did you?”

I confidently answered while looking at Song A-young, who was curious.

“Sure. It wasn’t a boring novel that you could barely read in the first place, right? At first, I didn’t quite understand what they were saying. As I watched it, I realized I was already watching episode 100.”

“That’s what a well-written web novel feels like. Should I say that I read it so quickly that I lost track of time? Hmm, let’s see. If Hyunwoo says so much, let’s take some time today to write a part for ourselves. Even writing it myself and uploading it to the free serial section of the novel platform.”

“Yes?”

I was shocked by the unexpected and unconventional proposal.

Isn’t this the same thing as saying we’ll just have sex when we thought we’d just hold hands?

“Pfft, there’s no need to be so surprised. Since it’s a class with just the two of us anyway, I’ll be next to you all day and help you with anything you get stuck on. Ahem! “I’m the author with 30 million views?”

If the words sound subtly dirty, maybe I’m the problem, right?

‘Wearing clothes like that, just the two of us in a small space like this… Fuck. Am I weird?’

Although Song A-young felt similar to Ohana, there was something fundamentally different about her.
That was the difference between a born person and a bad person.

Song A-young appears to be quite affable, but in reality, she is not like that at all. Did she say she was counselor Han Yang-hee when she saw her before going to the bathroom? She said that the fact that he answered most of her calls was partly due to the fact that Song A-young was very introverted.

She said, ‘She couldn’t even make eye contact with the person who came to consult her, so in the end she broke down without being able to get a proper consultation.’

In some ways, I think the biggest problem with this academy’s web novel lectures is the instructor, Song A-young. It’s not that she doesn’t have skills, but the problem is that she’s the type that is very shy depending on people.

“Let’s sleep then! First, go to New, click on the text file, and name it Prologue or Episode 1…”

Why does someone like that cling so warmly to me? … To be honest, I don’t know the reason.

‘Customers also treat you comfortably.’

‘I should say that my brother is easy to talk to.’

What’s more, didn’t they say that even Oh Hanam, who said he wouldn’t blink even if someone died in front of him, would let down his guard in front of me?

“…”

If that’s the case, how much of a piece of shit do I look like?

For no reason, when I go out into the downtown area alone, even if I just walk a few steps, I’m met with people talking to me, asking me things like employees from telecommunication companies, do you believe in Tao, or even worse, high school students who smoke.

Let’s think positively.

Rather than saying he looks like a piece of shit, wouldn’t it be better to think he looks kind?

‘Sweet, you look nice…’ …’

I think I saw that on the internet, that it’s something you use when you have nothing to say to an ugly person. I feel a little off.

“Mr. Hyunwoo, Mr. Hyunwoo?”

Song A-young’s call brought me out of my distracting thoughts. She looked to the side, and before she knew it, Song A-young was coming, and the smell of her good perfume was coming out.

“Ah… Sorry. When I tried to write, nothing came to mind.”

“Hehe, everyone is like that. “When I was young and wrote my first novel, it took me over two hours to write even 1,000 words?”

“How many characters should I usually write?”

“Well, I see. “Usually, commercial writers use 5,500 characters as a standard.”

“5,500 characters…”

“For reference, in the case of Bicheon Jaerim, the average number of characters per episode is about 7,000.”

“That’s awesome.”

When I was reading from a reader’s perspective, I never thought about the number of characters, but when I actually wrote it, I felt dizzy.

[Current number of characters: 0 characters]

This means you have to make it 5,500 characters.

Is it possible?

“I can’t even start? “I have no idea what to write and how to use it.”

“Well, it’s like that at first. It hasn’t even been that long since Hyunwoo started writing web novels, right? “The only work I’ve seen is Bicheon Jae-rim.”

“Yes.”

“Then it is easier and better to utilize your own experience or what you want as much as possible. It’s easy to assign yourself to the main character. For example, when Hyunwoo thinks back to a difficult moment, he wonders if he would have gotten better results if he had done something like this.”

“When I was having a hard time?”

“Yes, yes. Look carefully. Hyunwoo is in a difficult situation, but you wouldn’t know if it were reality. In the case of a novel, the situation is not necessarily resolved in a good way. Then, the plot of the cider ending is already created with a little sweet potato in the process.”

“Ah…”

Aside from being shy, the crucial reason why Song A-young is a good instructor is that when you listen to her, things that were unfamiliar and vague can be given a clear outline and framework.

“One of the important elements in web novels is the appropriate combination of sweet potatoes and cider.”

Song A-young laughed as she slapped me on the back.

“I’m not specifically telling you to publish it or make it a huge hit. Please feel free to use it with a happy heart. “You can just use your real name or your friends’ names?”

After listening to Song A-young’s teachings and advice, I nodded my head.
Although I still feel at a loss, I definitely gained motivation that I didn’t have when I had a teacher by my side who taught me reassuringly.

‘When I was having a hard time, when I was having a hard time…’ …’

When I thought about when it was, it wasn’t that long ago.

“Hyunwoo, we got jobs, so we all got together and drank…” …

I quietly turned my phone over while looking at the messages my friends had sent me. “I just didn’t feel like looking at their faces right now.”

When all my friends are ahead of me.

When I feel like I’m the only one falling behind, so I get impatient and waste more time like an asshole.

“… “This was a difficult moment for Hyunwoo.”

“Yes, well… In fact, it’s not just me. Don’t all jobseekers who fail to find a job feel this way?”

Song A-young, who had been watching the novel I wrote from the side and recommending various writing styles and good words to use, nodded her head. With a bitter smile.

“It’s rather good. It’s a good topic to empathize with, right? Then, how did Hyeonwoo want to escape from this dark situation? No, what should I do to escape?”

“Oh, that’s it.”

I sighed and laughed.

It was something I was really confident in. After finishing my night shift at the convenience store, I returned to my studio apartment and was stuck in the corner like a defeated soldier, and I fantasized about it hundreds or thousands of times.

Like winning first prize on a lottery ticket that I impulsively bought after drinking, or actually hitting the jackpot right away because I have a hidden talent… Since it was a novel, there was nothing strange about it.

Nevertheless.

The story I would write had already been decided.

“”Hey!! “It’s inside!!”

It was already difficult, and I thought I had stepped on poop, so I closed my eyes tightly and opened the door.

And this was my first meeting with the woman who would change my life.”

It’s been 2 hours.

The batter who had been pounding without stopping.

“Hyeonwoo, Mr.?”

Song A-young, who was quietly helping her, flinched and asked carefully.
“Hyeonwoo, now… Cry, huh?”