Chapter 637 (2/2)

“Looks like you were pretty desperate, huh?” Maru said as he raised his head.

Even though the act was over, that guy was still around, glaring at Maru. Acting is mine - he seemed to shout.

Maru bit his lower lip as he stood up. It was that guy that did not accept despite waving so many carrots at him. Now that there was a whip in his hand, it was time to do a tug of war.

“Keep watching from there. It’ll be quite fun,” Maru screamed his lungs out before picking up his script.

You like acting, huh? Why don’t you keep watching from there? You shy guy.

Feeling that guy shaking as though he wanted Maru to let him off, Maru joyfully went about his acts.

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A voice could be heard through the slightly open door. Daemyung felt like his ears were burning from the voice alone. He had a look at Jiyoon next to him. She also had her eyes fixed on what was behind the door. Daemyung exerted some strength to push the door slightly. He did so carefully so that it didn’t make any sound.

Maru was in the middle of the now wider vision. Around him were mops, brooms, hammers, nails, and the like. Maru ran around the messy hall. He was a colonist, the spearhead of the ruler, and the flagbearer of the rebels. His voice, which was filled with heat, filled the entire hall. It was hotter than when thirty people were practicing. It was so hot that he couldn’t dare to go near him.

Daemyung subconsciously grabbed Jiyoon’s hand tightly. The act felt like he was going to be sucked in. Jiyoon also tensed her hand.

“Maru-seonbae wanted to do this kind of acting. Something that he could never do with us.”

Jiyoon spoke in a small voice. As sad as that might sound, Daemyung couldn’t help but nod. Maru, who rampaged around in front of the moonlit window, was an actor who could fill the entire hall with his presence just by himself. There were no gaps. After spending ten minutes as an uninvited audience member, Daemyung sat down and took out his notes.

“Sorry Jiyoon. I think I’ll keep watching.”

“Not at all, I want to keep watching too.”

Daemyung tensed his eyes. He moved his hands to record everything about Maru: his facial expressions, speech tones, and gestures. He momentarily stopped when he saw Jiyoon taking a video with her phone, but Daemyung thought that this was a method that suited him better. Videos contained facts. However, words contained opinions. What he needed right now was not facts, but the emotions he felt at this moment. Rather than a video, he wanted to express this moment through writing after all.

Maru rampaged around like an unleashed pony. How did he manage to hold back the boiling urge this whole time? Maru sometimes said incomprehensible stuff, but Daemyung thought that it happened because Maru was immersed in acting.

“It feels like two people are acting.”

“I’m thinking the same.”

He flipped over the page. His words filled the empty space without stopping. It was incredibly hard to transform into writing the changes occurring in the acting right before his eyes, but Daemyung did not rest. Eventually, Maru stopped before looking up at the ceiling and sighing.

“This is so goddamn hard.”

They were Maru’s words.