“Is there anything I can help you with?”2

“It’s fine. Please take a seat, Writer Lee.”0

Despite Ha Jae-Gun’s words, Lee Yeon-Woo still loitered around him, seemingly wondering if he could be helpful to Ha Jae-Gun in any way.0

Once he realized that there was really nothing else for him to do, he took a seat in the middle of the front-row seats.0

‘Hoo, a special seat.’0

As the time for the lecture drew nearer, the auditorium seats started to get crowded. Lee Yeon-Woo’s heart fluttered in excitement as well, as he was going to listen to the lecture held by the writer he respected the most in the world.0

‘Everything that happened to me this summer really feels like a dream.’0

Lee Yeon-Woo watched Ha Jae-Gun review his materials on the rostrum as he recalled everything that had happened to him this summer. Ha Jae-Gun was just a mirage for Lee Yeon-Woo—like a celebrity whom he would only see on television.0

Lee Yeon-Woo was both happy and satisfied by just loving Ha Jae-Gun’s novels and getting engrossed in the latter’s worlds. Ha Jae-Gun’s novels also provided him with the courage to endure his tough times in the military.0

‘Now I’m working in the same officetel as Writer Ha Jae-Gun!’0

Lee Yeon-Woo was dumbstruck when he first received the message from Ha Jae-Gun. After that, not only did he receive help from Ha Jae-Gun concerning his contract as a writer, but he even got to work in the same officetel as Ha Jae-Gun, have a meal with him—he even got to drive his car.0

Lee Yeon-Woo wouldn’t even dare to imagine that...0