The clatter of the keyboard could be heard inconsistently in the quiet study.

Oh Myung-Hoon couldn't conceal his anxiety, and his eyes were fixed on Oh Myung-Suk's back, which could be seen over his monitor the entire time.

It had been two hours since Oh Myung-Suk started reading the draft of the latest full-length novel that Oh Myung-Hoon had been writing on his own without any comments from Oh Myung-Suk.0

Oh Myung-Suk wanted to be more focused than usual because he was reading his younger brother's novel.

Noon finally arrived, and Oh Myung-Suk finally took a long stretch in his seat.

Oh Myung-Hoon immediately stood up from behind and asked, "How is it, hyung? Is it good?"

"Mm… I think it's going to be difficult for the Modern Youth Literature Award," Oh Myung-Suk said as he massaged his temples.

Oh Myung-Hoon’s head drooped, feeling discouraged. He had been planning on joining the Modern Youth Literature Award, and its deadline was in two days.

However, such a comment from his brother was discouraging. He had been expecting some sort of encouragement from Oh Myung-Suk about his work, even if it wasn't a compliment.

Oh Myung-Hoon was dejected.

"Your sentences are clean, and the novel is impeccable. However, it has no depth."

Oh Myung-Suk was pointing out the same mistakes he had committed in his previous novel.

"The era where you could get awarded for good sentences is long...