CH 5 (1/2)

1st year Max Level Manager chapter 5

- Volume 1 Episode 5

5. Day 3

After honestly answering Lee Ji-yeon's question, Eugene smiled at me.

That's the expression 'I did well'.

What if an actor doesn't appeal to him and throws the ball to his manager?

I am grateful for the immature honesty and I am also embarrassed.

Just saying, 'I practiced hard!'

what to say

I quickly responded to the writer Lee Ji-yeon, who looked at me with a puzzled expression.

”Writer 矶. I usually read the writer's dramas and scripts, so I just gave him some advice.”

”A manager? maybe that Are you a writer?”

Writer Lee Ji-yeon still makes an expression that she doesn't understand.

no. As a fan, I just read all the works written by Lee Ji-yeon. 'Mother's Song', 'The story of you, me and my daughter, ... to all

I found it and read it.”

Every time the name of her work comes out of my mouth, Lee Ji-yeon's eyebrows twitch.

I wonder if the manager knows all these things.

To the artist, the work is like an alter ego or daughter.

There is no writer who does not like to be praised for his work.

”Hmm~. What did you like best?”

”I liked 'Mom's Song' the most.”

”I have quite a few eyes. It took me five years to write it.”

As if remembering that time, writer Lee Ji-yeon was immersed in thought for a moment with a happy expression on her face.

In the midst of rising favorable feelings, I put a wedge in it because I wanted to do it this time.

Because in the future she really liked my coffee.

”There, the writer. The scene here is colder than I thought. A cup of hot coffee will help you survive the cold.”

Writer Lee Ji-yeon looked at my thermos and

He frowned slightly.

coffee? No, I am not a Nespresso Ristretto, I do not drink.”

When Lee Ji-yeon shook her head, Kim Sol leaf smiled broadly and took the cup.

”It was still cold, but it was good. give it to me, please.

Yes. Writer Sol-ip Kim.”

Kim Sol-ip, receiving coffee from the cup, slapped her hand.

Ho Ho. The manager is too. It feels good to be called like that, but I am not a writer yet.”

pine needles~. What are you talking about? You are a writer too.”

At Sol-ip Kim's answer, Lee Ji-yeon is furious.

I think it's good that the two of us get to know each other more than I thought.

Contrary to what it seems on the surface, this writer Lee Ji-yeon was building the face of her assistant writer Sol-ip Kim.

rippling

Kim Sol-ip, who smelled the coffee from the paper cup, said.

Hmm. smells good There, manager. bump

Can I get another cup of poetry?”

”Anyway.”

Writer Lee Ji-yeon, who had been sniffing his nose without knowing it, next to him, shouted out loudly as if he had been strained inwardly.

pine needles~. I don't even drink!

”Writer. You say that and you take my stuff every day. So, you have to take it in advance.”

”You really don't drink!”

Writer Lee Ji-yeon turned her head like a child.

”Are you sure you said no? I see. Then I can drink both, okay.”

”Why is he talking twice? Shirrup! Don't you know that you hate repeating the same words as me?

However, the generosity of assistant writer Sol-ip Kim is more than I expected.

How can you respond casually to the words of writer Lee Ji-yeon?

Seriously, Kim Sol-ipip said that he had been working as an assistant writer for Lee Ji-yeon for 5 years, saying that everyone goes out in a month.

Come to think of it, that's pretty cool as it is.

Kim Sol-ipip, who received two cups of coffee, thanked me.

”Ah. look at my mind Could you give me your business card over there?”

Yes. Writer.”

Two of my useless business cards were sold on the first day of my return.

Does this feel good?

”Oh, wait a minute.”

Kim Pine-leaf took the paper cup with her mouth and received the business card I held out with her right hand.

it was

But it was then.

”I'm a writer!

In the distance, PD O1 AD was running in a pile.

When I saw writer Park PEP1 Lee Ji-yeon, who was running out of breath, I was nervous.

”Oh, you must be busy, but what else did you come to the site for? Whoops.”

”I stopped by before going to the writing room. why? Can't I come here?

no. Can it be? work

Go too. Hahaha.

The staff moved to the set with writer Lee Ji-yeon without paying any attention to Eugene and I as if they were missing people.

As the people disappeared, Eugene's face, with both hands on her chest, turned red.

Good work. pass.”

Eugene asked what he meant and opened his eyes wide.

”The acting you showed me was successful. good job. really. It is beyond imagination.”

Eugene's expression brightened brightly.

Really?

uh. There is probably no one in Korea who can digest Lee Seol-ran better than you. Guess it.”

When he raised his thumb, Yujin smiled brightly.

Hehe. I feel good.

”And the writer Lee Ji-yeon doesn't ask for the person's name for a while, but asking for your name means that you did a good job. So, you just have to act with confidence and do what you are doing now. Okay

Ji?

Yep!

There was confidence in Eugene's face.

The conversation took longer than expected, but there were still about an hour and twenty minutes left before the time Smiley had an accident.

Just in case, I checked my diary again.

[Everyday V10]

[Date: December 12, 2019]

-PM 05: 30 Gangdong Kyunghee University Hospital Funeral Hall. smile is dead

The schedule for the smile to die was still the same.

I think I'll be able to feel relieved if I bring a smile myself.

”Eugene,

Yes?

”Are you confident that you will do well in this shoot?”

Eugene pondered for a moment, then nodded.

”Yes, I don't think it's a big deal since I tried it once in front of the writer.”

”Yeah, you just have to do it. And I'm sorry, but I have to go somewhere. If I don't come back by 3 o'clock, take a taxi to MBS Studio. Do you remember this Changhwan assistant director? On set, you can do whatever he tells you to do.”

Yes. I remember seeing you once before, but... Where are you going?”

Eugene made an anxious expression.

Nope. Wait a minute, an actor from our company is here to check it out

let's go. I'm afraid I won't be able to make the time. I'm sorry. I should just stick with it... ”

brother. So how about a smile? You said you were going to watch the broadcasting station today?”

”I'll bring a smile when I come back. Don't worry, I'll take you to MBS right away if you're late.

Eugene nodded her head.

I see. I can't help it. Instead, buy me and Miso something delicious for dinner!”

OK got it.