episode_0042

Congratulatory remarks from the organizers and platform owners.

I don’t know if it’s because the lights are off, but the atmosphere makes me feel like I can sleep, so my eyes close.

I don’t know if they are doing an awards ceremony or a lullaby.

A congratulatory speech is no different from a high school sports conversation congratulatory speech.

Knock…knock.

I never thought I would fall asleep while sitting down… This is the first time it has happened to me since class in high school.

“Writer. You can’t sleep.”

Of course, our editor was next to me and woke me up by poking my side.

I feel a deep sense of selfishness in trying to stab me using that excuse.

“Can’t you sleep a little bit?”

“I should go up soon and give you the trophy.”

“Ah…. That’s right.”

Now that I think about it, I should have gone up to the podium.

I forgot that.

So, somehow, I kept my sanity while listening to the continuous congratulatory speech.

The speech continued for about 20 minutes, and then the surrounding lights came on at the same time.

When the light suddenly turned on, several people, including me, groaned slightly from the glare and covered our eyes with our arms to block the light entering our eyes.

“Next, there will be an awards ceremony for the writers who won the contest.”

“Writer. Let’s go up.”

“Phew… I’m nervous for no reason.”

I’m nervous even though I’m not receiving an award.

I have a little bit of stage fright… but maybe that’s why?

“I didn’t think our writer would have anything like that.”

“There is no way. How shy I am.”

“Of course.”

“In times like that, you have to save your boyfriend’s face.”

“Hehe. Is that so?”

Then he smiled brightly and went up to the stage first.

I laughed bitterly and followed the editor up to the podium.

As I went up to the podium, I suddenly heard applause from the front.

I was surprised and looked around to see that the award winners who were sitting were slowly walking towards the center.

Do these people not have stage fright or something?

Minjae was also standing still, as if nothing had happened.

“To receive the award today, the original author also participated in the award ceremony.

At that time, I was intimidated by the host’s sudden remarks.

Still, I’m glad they didn’t put the spotlight on me, saying I would welcome them with warm applause.

If I had done something like that, I might have died of a heart attack?

Maybe the editor told me in advance that he didn’t want me to do something like that.

Because she knows best that I don’t like to stand out.

“In addition, the author of the original work personally selected a total of five winners. Our organizers decided to proceed with the idea that the direction the author wanted was also the direction the readers wanted.”

Who are you talking to?

Could it be that the people in front are reporters?

Then I wish you didn’t take pictures of me.

But since they are reporters, it seems like they don’t have cameras…hmm…

Well, that’s it.

Why not ask me to do a mosaic later?

“Now. Then we will begin the award ceremony. The first is from the writers who won the ‘This Body Advent Award’, who announced their appearance in the webtoon world through this contest…”

Are you moving slowly from the back to the front?

Then my identity will be revealed in 5th place.

“But you chose a good name for the award. This body is the advent statue.”

“Of course. I think it’s kind of cute.”

Although the prize money is small, the title of winning a contest is still bigger than you think.

You may be able to serialize other works, or even your own original works someday.

Because winning a contest can attract a lot of attention.

It will be a great help to those who want to write a series before.

“This Body Advent Award was not selected by the original author, but by the administrators of the Green Green Webtoon site. So, we decided to give the award to the administrators of the Chorokchorok webtoon site.”

Then, a woman and a man next to me went up to the podium.

Elsewhere, a young man came up to the stage and was holding a trophy on what looked like a silver tray.

And after that…

Isn’t that that big piece of paper with the amount of prize money written on it?

It’s coming up with it.

“They made me take a picture holding that.”

It’s scary.

You can’t believe you’re taking a picture holding that.

“But isn’t that done everywhere?”

“Isn’t it usually held at a place like a competition? Something like a baduk tournament.”

“Isn’t it similar?”

“Is that so?”

That’s right.

Even though the name of the contest is a contest, it is no different from a contest.

What is the difference in rankings?

*

“Now. Until now, awards have been presented to Chorokchok administrators, but from now on, awards will be presented to the original author.”

Murmur.

Perhaps because it never showed itself, I heard a noise that seemed to be looking for me.

The reporters in front are looking here and there, trying to find me, and the people from 5th to 1st place, who will soon receive their awards, are looking around.

“Now. This work went viral by word of mouth after being serialized in two days in the contest! The author of ‘I Love You’, who received a lot of love because the story progressed quickly, won the 5th prize in this contest.”

Ugh. I never imagined that one episode would be serialized in two days.

I wondered how on earth they could make one piece in two days while maintaining that quality.

“Does the author have a separate assistant?”

“Oh…no. I drew it all by myself.”

“Despite this, you maintain that quality in every episode.”

Is it because the host is good at hosting?

Even though there was no applause guidance, applause flowed automatically.

And I slowly controlled my nervous mind.

Soon, I’ll have to get up on that podium over there.

No wonder it came out right after the host’s next words.

“Now. Now, let’s meet the original author. The original author who has been waiting below since a while ago~”

“Hurry up.”

“Go up…Editor, go up too.”

The editor chuckles as I tremble next to him.

He said he couldn’t do it and went behind me and started pushing me slowly.

Trash…Trudge…Trudge…

I climb the stairs, which are only three steps long, one step at a time, determined to do my best to climb them slowly.

Nevertheless, it ended up on the podium.

“Now. I am the author of the original web novel based on the works serialized by various artists in this contest.”

“Ah…hello.”

When I bow my head, I hear the sound of applause.

When I looked in the direction where Minjae was in a crouching position, I saw Minjae staring at me with a bewildered expression.

It’s fun.

I think this is my first time seeing him so embarrassed.

“Actually, I was very worried. Opinions were divided as to whether the author would come today or not.”

“Is that so?”

Is it because I know it’s a male writer?

I guess I thought he wouldn’t come because he once said that this kind of place was uncomfortable.

“Still, I’m glad you came! Since the writer chose it, it is only right that the writer give the award.”

“Haha…”

“Now! Then, we will slowly proceed with awarding the awards, starting with the 5th place prize!”

The award ceremony began by handing out trophies to each person and placing a flower necklace around their neck.

I was a little embarrassed because the 5th to 2nd place winners were all female artists, but surprisingly, the artists seemed happy, so I was scratching my head.

Should I say it’s like looking at a celebrity?

“Now! Next, take first place in the contest! There will be an award ceremony for the artist who won the grand prize!”

And Minjae, who was bruised, came to his senses and came forward.

It felt quite scary to be staring at someone asking for an explanation.

“The artist in question will be simultaneously signed into a contract to officially serialize the contest work!”

“You received the prize money and even published a series. You are truly amazing, even though you are a rookie.”

And when the editor came next to me, he was holding a microphone.

Is it a good word or a message telling you to listen to me?

“What did the original writer look for in choosing you as first place?”

“…..I personally really liked the drawing style. And what I wanted to show the readers was best expressed through pictures.”

“For example?”

“In episode 3, when the female protagonist jumped across the world and arrived in the world where women and men reversed each other, her feelings of despair and fear were best expressed in comics.”

I’m not saying this because Minjae is my friend.

When I saw that scene, I could say it transcended the original, because I felt the heroine’s emotions directly.

It was superior compared to other works.

That’s why it was chosen as number one.

“Wow… I’m sure there weren’t any readers who didn’t think that way after seeing that part.”

“Then I think I’m lucky too.”

“Then, let’s take the time to shake hands with the artist who will create a wonderful painting of the original artist’s work.”

Wow…. suddenly asking me to shake your hand.

In this case, it was right for me to take the initiative and shake hands, so I walked forward.

And held out his hand.

“Please let me know… The original ‘author’.”

“Well… thank you. Hi….”

After hearing Minjae’s sharp words, I started to hiccup.

I’m scared, I’m scared,