National Intelligence Service Agent Reincarnated as a Genius Actor

microcosm

“Ah, Joohyung.”

“It’s our classmate, but it’s the first time we’ve seen each other at school. Haha.”

Yeon-woo laughed at Kim Joo-hyung’s words.

“Yeah, but how did you know it was me?”

I was wearing a cap and a mask, and when I saw Joohyung Kim approaching me and rubbing my shoulders, I tilted my head.

“You don’t know?”

“yes?”

“The aura doesn’t go away just by wearing a hat and a mask. Self-assertive strength and proportions that tell you to be an actor even from a hundred meters away.”

And when Kim Joo-hyung pointed his chin to the back, he saw Yeon-woo from afar, and the students were babbling and gossiping.

“Oh yeah···?”

Although it wasn’t a perfect disguise, I thought that no one would know who I was while walking around the campus, but I guess I was wrong.

“By the way, there’s a poster for 「College Theater Festival」.”

“Yeah, this is the first time I’ve heard of it, did you originally do something like that?”

“Still, the tradition must have been ten years old?”

Yeon-woo nodded at Kim Joo-hyung’s words.

If it was only ten years ago, it was only natural that Yeonwoo, who had been on campus for more than 20 years, did not know.

“I’m planning to participate, too. I’ll have to pass the qualifiers first.”

“yes?”

Yeon-woo asked the unexpected story that came out of Kim Joo-hyung’s mouth.

Then, as if embarrassed, Kim Joo-hyung’s face turned slightly red and continued talking.

“Why, you know. Last year, the day Yuhan went to deliver lunch boxes. At that time, I was on fire when I saw the two of you performing on stage.”

Yeon-woo nodded, remembering the sudden suggestion that he stood on the practice stage of “Deyan Dor.” Then he tilted his head again.

“…and then acting?”

I know very well that Kim Joo-hyung likes acting. However, Yeon-woo tilts his head because he can’t imagine himself acting.

Seeing this, Kim Joo-hyung hurriedly waved his hand.

“No, no, I’m not acting. Umm…, I’m actually writing some stuff. A screenplay.”

Yeon-woo heard Kim Joo-hyung’s words and was inspired by the scenario of “White Blood” and thought of Kim Jin-ju, a writer who was immersed in writing in the conference room.

“Joohyung, you have such a talent.”

“Hey, it’s not a gimmick, I just did it once.”

“Then shall we go to a cafe and talk?”

“Aren’t you busy?”

At Kim Joo-hyung’s question, Yeon-woo smiled.

“No need to be busy. The movie is over, and now I need to prepare for my return to school, but I just met you, so I need to learn from you.”

It may be full of things you don’t know, such as how to apply for courses online, or a familiar campus, as the curriculum has changed so much and the times have changed.

Joo-hyung Kim and Yeon-woo are sitting at the campus cafe next to Gyeongsang-gwan.

“Do you have a screenplay? I’m curious about it.”

“Oh, I’m embarrassed to show you. The seniors in the theater club said they weren’t very good.”

Yeonwoo nodded her head.

“Is there a theater club on campus?”

“Yeah, everyone does it as a hobby, but the rules are tighter than I thought.”

Kim Joo-hyung hesitated and pulled out the bound scenario from the bag he was carrying.

“Oh, did you do the binding?”

“I was going to show it to the seniors. Even though it was blatantly black.”

Kim Joo-hyung scratching the back of his head and handing the script over to Yeon-woo.

Seeing how depressed he was, he must have received quite a bit of criticism.

Yeonwoo read the screenplay.

“…it won’t be fun, but the genre is mystery and mystery.”

Yeon-woo quietly nodded at Kim Joo-hyung’s added words.

After reading for a while, Yeonwoo raised her head.

“···Good?”

“Hey, thank you for saying that.”

It wasn’t empty words.

The screenplay was quite solid, and the composition of the stage was drawn just by reading it.

“I’m serious, you seem to have talent. Joo Hyung-ah.”

“Huh? Really? It can’t be…? Everyone said they didn’t like it.”

Seeing Yeon-woo with a serious expression, Joo-hyung Kim also became serious.

“Is the empty classroom door open?”

“Empty classrooms? The lectures haven’t started yet, but are all the lecture halls of the Gyeongsangbuk-do office open?”

Yeon-woo got up after hearing Kim Joo-hyung’s words.

“Let’s go. I’ll show you.”

“Huh? What do you want me to show you?”

It was meant to show the despondent genius that his work was brilliant enough.

Kim Joo-hyung follows Yeon-woo, who takes the lead, tilting her head.

“How did you know this back road?”

I followed Yeon-woo, who was naturally striding along the shortcut from the cafe to Gyeongsang-gwan.

Going up to the second floor, Yeon-woo opened the door to lecture room 203, with a fairly high platform.

“Would it be appropriate here?”

“Um? What?”

“Your work. It’s just one part, but I’ll play it.”

Kim Joo-hyung’s eyes widened at Yeon-woo’s words.

“Huh, really?!”

Seeing Kim Joo-hyung like that, Yeon-woo laughed and went up to the pulpit.

“Writer Joo-Hyung Kim, please sit in front of this.”

“Oh, great!”

Kim Joo-hyung sits in the front seat of the lecture room with excitement and excitement.

While reading the scenario, Yeon-woo waved her hand a few times to see if she was thinking of something, then nodded and opened her mouth.

“I’ll play a scene.”

Yeon-woo started acting on stage in front of Kim Joo-hyung, who was looking forward to it with bright eyes.

Yeon-woo, who changed to a cold expression in an instant, frowned and raised one corner of his mouth.

“People are born with their own color. There is red that is full of passion, and there is also cynical blue.”

And Yeonwoo spread her arms lightly.

And there was a voice that sounded like a series of terrifyingly choppy syllables.

“What color do you see in my eyes? Humans like me are a little odd. I’m black.”

The corners of the eyes that were frowned upon and the corners of the mouth that had gone up creepy all of a sudden changed to their original positions and changed to an expressionless expression without feeling any emotion.

Kim Joo-hyung got goosebumps on his arms as he watched Yeon-woo change his voice and facial expression freely.

“Black people are a little peculiar. They have an instinct to hide that they are black. They constantly look for people who say they are gray. And when a few of them start to gather, it becomes a headache.”

Yeon-woo’s expression changed from an expressionless expression with no emotion to a bright smile in an instant.

If you smile too brightly, you will feel mad and scared.

Yeonwoo’s expression right now was just that.

“When the blacks and grays start to gather, at some point they start claiming that they are white. Just like you now. So I’m so happy right now. I’ve found a black cancer mass.”

An invisible aura seemed to overflow to Ryu Yeon-woo on stage.

Then Yeon-woo strode forward.

“OMG.”

Even though the script was written by himself, for a moment, Kim Joo-hyung was heartbroken by the raw madness he felt on stage.

At some point, Yeon-woo’s face returned to his usual form.

“How about it? This is the script you wrote.”

obviously right

The script he wrote was correct for each line of dialogue and the facial expressions he described.

“Uh, yes.”

Kim Joo-hyung realized in an instant.

A screenplay can be either coal or diamond depending on who plays it.

The chunks of carbon can be either coal or diamonds, depending on what environment and how they are affected.

The person in front of the actor named ‘Ryu Yeon-woo’ was definitely a diamond maker.

‘If I became a playwright, would I always be able to have this kind of experience…?’

The type combinations he wrote seemed to come alive in front of his eyes.

“Yeonwoo, I enjoyed all the movies and dramas you filmed, and I really wish I could do a play.”

These were words of sincerity that I said as a fan before being a friend.

There is an overwhelming feeling that comes when you face the smoke that is alive and breathing.

Hearing Kim Joo-hyung’s words, Yeon-woo smiled.

Yeonwoo is a longtime fan of plays since a previous life.

“Then we can do it. Do you like your work? Let’s do this.”

“Yeah, sure…, huh?”

Kim Joo-hyung, who was nodding his head and expecting Yeon-woo’s play activities, sensed something strange and opened his eyes wide.

“Eeek?!”

Yeon-woo laughed bitterly.

It wasn’t a passing word.

In his own eyes, this work was definitely worthwhile.

“During this semester, I have a series that I’m planning to shoot, and I’ll put up a play at the end of this year or early next year after the shooting is over.”

It was a realistically feasible story.

Yeon-woo thought of his acting teacher, Jeong Chul-min, in his head.

He also had a small theater in Daejeon, and if he had to put on a performance in Seoul, there was enough infrastructure to connect him.

There were actors and instructors belonging to the academy, and that part could be solved without help, since the value of his name has now increased.

However, as amateur Kim Joo-hyung felt that the scenario he was trying to write down was rushing, he could not keep up with the tempo and was stunned.

“Hey, so let’s really perform this…? Hey, don’t play around.”

“Didn’t you even think about performing this scenario?”

“Huh? No, it’s not like that…”

Of course, all theatrical scenarios are for actual performance purposes.

Kim Joo-hyung was also very curious about how his scenario would be implemented on stage.

“In the meantime, refine it a little more. Let’s have a fun play together.”

Kim Joo-hyung burned when he saw Yeon-woo smiling and handing out the bound scenario.

“Uh-huh! Even in exchange for this semester’s credits, I’ll grind my soul and complete it!”

“··· Huh? I should study.”

Seeing Kim Joo-hyung burning more than she thought, Yeon-woo broke out in sweat.

***

It has been about two months since Yeonwoo started college life.

They say that they focus on their studies during the semester, but when talented people from all over the country gather, it was unreasonable to achieve top grades like in high school.

“Hyung, you still have schedules in between, how do you keep up with progress?”

When class was over, first-year students gathered around Yeon-woo’s seat.

There are some students who came in through Jaesoo or Samsu, but most of them are active duty members who are one year younger than Yeonwoo.

“I’m more surprised that Professor Kim Tae-kyung likes Yeon-woo oppa more than that.”

“Hey, he’s such a famous actor, but professor Kim, no matter how bad-tempered he is.”

Upon hearing that, Yoo Soo-jin shook her head.

“I heard from my seniors, that he had been saying such bad things since he entered school? Even in class.”

“Yeah? Did you know too?”

Yeonwoo smiled and shook her head.

“No, he’s a nice guy with a warm heart. If you like bands, talk to them first. They like rock bands.”

“Huh? A rock band? It’s an image that doesn’t seem like a drop of blood will come out even if you stab it.”

When Yeon-woo cleared his seat and stood up, the juniors around him also got up.

“Senior, do you have any lunch plans?”

“Hey, I can see inside. If you eat lunch with Yeonwoo hyung, you’ll be photographed as a flirtatious bull fox in our school’s anytime and the post will be posted right away.”

“Well, then we can all eat together.”

As I left the classroom while chatting, manager Kim Min-soo, who was waiting at the door, approached me.

“Actor.”

“Ah, Minsu-hyung. Guys, I’ll have lunch next time.”

“Hey, yes.”

I greeted my juniors and approached Minsu.

“Minsu-hyung, what’s going on? Did you have a schedule today?”

“It’s not a schedule, it’s said that the set has been completed.”

“That’s right. It’s finally finished.”

Yeonwoo’s eyes lit up.

This is the set where construction began immediately after the scenario for the next work, “White Blood” was completed.

Looking at the scenario, I wondered if it would have been realized as Yeonwoo had imagined.

“What about the directors and writers?”

“You left an hour ago, so you’ll probably be here soon.”

“Then let’s hurry too.”

Yeon-woo got into Min-soo’s car parked in front of Gyeongsang-gwan.

And the car headed to the Microcosm made in Paju.