The Barbarian Writer of a Martial Arts Visual Novel Chapter 273

EP.273

“Why on earth did this happen?”

Zhuge Xiang clutched his head as he found himself in a predicament he never wanted.

Am I being punished for running away from the fate I had to face like in a novel?

He is passive in everything and his communication skills are hopeless.

I thought I could avoid talking to others and just live at home, but as I got older, things became unavoidable.

“I don’t have any friends my age. Direct confrontation is too difficult. “Huh…”

You suddenly got married.

mom. Don’t you need to know if your daughter is at a level where she can talk to a man? Not all women are heroines like mothers.

There was no use even if Zhuge Hyang complained inwardly. No, if I had complained out loud, I would have been in big trouble.

Zhuge Hyang closed his eyes tightly, imagining his mother giving her children a lion’s roux even though she did not study at Shaolin Temple.

“They say that even if you go to confront them, everyone will be disappointed….”

Zhuge Dynasty, the number one martial artist in Hubei Province. Obviously, the opponents you face will also have expectations of you.

A lifelong companion. Honesty. A woman who will help you. You don’t want what’s standing in front of you to be a broken wooden doll or a pretty but useless doll.

Zhuge-hyang pictured himself facing a future that was too scary to even imagine.

Clearly, the opponent is a son of a prestigious family worthy of the Zhuge family. They all probably have a lot of experience with women.

She is said to be the daughter of the Zhuge family, so she will appear at the meeting place with high expectations.

‘Oh, that…’

However, he hesitated and was unable to answer anything to the man’s question.

‘What a boring woman. How can I spend my life with a woman like this? Even if it is the daughter of the Zhuge family, something that is not acceptable is not acceptable.’

Zhuge-hyang clicked his tongue and imagined a future man who would rush out of the meeting place.

“Aaaahhh!”

Just thinking about it makes my heart break into a thousand pieces. It is clear that the situation is too difficult for him to endure.

“There’s no way you could like such a boring woman…”

Zhugehyang muttered in a depressed voice, trying to soothe the hurt in his heart that he had pierced.

Even if you get married, you will soon be abandoned. It was clear that a man who married based solely on his family name would immediately take his concubine in.

It is too early to confront yourself. It’s about 10 years too early. No, it is more than 50 years too early. Zhuge Hyang wanted to insist, but his mother was too stubborn.

What should I do?

Zhuge-hyang eventually chose to run away from home this time. There’s no way I could run away from home, but isn’t going to my grandfather’s house a way of running away from home?

But I never would have thought that even coming to my grandfather’s house to avoid confrontation was a trap for my mother.

Thanks to this, I had to run away from my unfamiliar grandfather’s house once again. When someone accidentally broke the formation that was supposed to distract people, I was dizzy wondering if they would really get caught like this.

“Thank you, Confucius whose name I do not know.”

Fortunately, Confucius, who has a good voice, saw it. In his heart, Zhuge Hyang wished for the happiness of Confucius, whose face but good voice he did not know.

But the escape is only temporary.

Zhuge Hyang carefully walked to the window and looked out. A situation that is practically like being trapped.

She sighed softly and began to recall what happened when she came here.

———————–

“Who is this! “It’s not scent.”

All the problems started when I chose my aunt’s house in Wuhan as the next place to run away.

No, looking back, the problem may have started when he decided to run away from home.

“Ah ah hello.”

My aunt, whom I often see when I come to Wuhan. He was a relative whom Zhuge Hyang was not shy and could talk to.

“It’s been a while.”

He was not a maternal cousin.

“Don’t stay here, come home.”

When Zhuge-hyang awkwardly greeted his aunt and maternal cousin, the two people welcomed him warmly.

“What happens in Wuhan?”

“….”

I ran away.

Zhuge-hyang could not bear to speak and lowered his head. Thanks to that, she didn’t see the expression on her aunt’s face that said, “Hey, he’s doing this again.”

“Now that I think about it, aren’t you old enough to get married now? How have you decided on a fiancé?”

“Oh, well… I missed something.”

Why do adults stab themselves where it hurts the most when they meet for the first time in a long time? Actually, I don’t have any friends, let alone a fiancé.

Instead of saying things he couldn’t say, Zhuge Hyang gave a vague answer.

“What’s missing? ah! If Zhuge Dynasty has the ability, he will even postpone the engagement! Hyang was good at calligraphy and painting when he was young. Are you good at drawing things like bamboo or plum blossoms these days? Or something like poetry?”

“Ah yes.”

sorry. Anyway, I’m drawing an unspeakable scene from a novel I enjoyed reading.

“Your older sister was famous as a female poet! Are you trying to make a name for yourself by submitting to a literary club like your sister?”

“This guy is doing something similar anonymously.”

I often send anonymous letters to artists I like, including pictures and impressions. Not long ago, I also received a thank you letter.

Since it was anonymous, I could barely get it delivered through the office that sent the letter, but just thinking about that incident made me feel like my lips were turning up in shame.

A thank you letter I received after sending countless letters.

Zhuge Hyang put it in a locked safe to keep it as a treasure.

“Then can you show me?”

Isn’t it enough to talk about the current situation? I’m happy to see my aunt’s face, but I wish she would just show me to my room. There are no more limits.

While Zhugehyang was thinking, a bomb fell on her.

“yes?!”

“Isn’t it in your luggage? “Show it to your aunt.”

“Oh, that, that, that…”

If you show that, your life, let alone your in-laws, will be over. Zhuge Hyang couldn’t bear to say anything.

“Can’t you show it to your aunt?”

Zhuge Hyang was greatly intimidated by his aunt’s obvious disappointment.

“Here…” In

Zhugehyang, where conversations with others are devastating, the option of rejection was extremely difficult. But that doesn’t mean I can hand out an art book full of paintings that will end my life.

After much thought, what she took out of her luggage was a beautifully written piece of writing.

It was a piece of paper on which she copied her favorite scenes to draw scenes for her novel, as she usually stayed at home and had time to spare.

This is fine. I only transcribed the cool scenes anyway. Life won’t end.

“Is this Tangga Pungun?!”

Her choice wasn’t a bad one.

The sad truth is that the person sitting next to me happened to be Heo Song, who had recently opened a bookstore that only flies.

“Danggapoongun? You mean the novel you wanted to publish? wait for a sec! Hyang said he was writing anonymously?! oh my god?! “So the scent was actually Hopil?”

The aunt looked at Zhugehyang with wide eyes.

“yes? No, that’s not it….”

“Hopil…. Yes. “You used that pen name because you have silver hair!”

Silver hair is a common hair color for people in foreign countries. Unlike black hair, it is not a hair color that is discriminated against, but it is worth using the pen name Hopil.

Heo Song had an expression of enlightenment.

“My son is quick-witted! okay. “If the daughter of the Zhuge family is wearing a colored paper, it’s worth hiding her identity!”

“I’m not like that.”

“Why not! Even my aunt knows everything! Is it because women are embarrassed to wear colored stripes? “No matter what, you can’t hide something like that from your family!”

“Then is this the first draft of Tang Jia Feng Yun?! mother!”

Zhugehyang couldn’t help but widen his eyes as he saw Heo Song holding a copy of Tanggapungun that he had written and calling out to his mother as if seizing the opportunity.

What kind of ridiculous misunderstanding am I having?

Misunderstandings must be resolved.

“Song! Look at it! There is no law in the world that tells you to die. It’s scent! “Can you help my aunt?”

But before she could deny it again, her aunt grabbed her hand.

“yes?”

“Hyang likes being at home, right? Please stay comfortably at your aunt’s house for the time being. “My cousin and aunt will do the rest.”

“No, I’m not really….”

“Yes. Yeah, I know it’s not. “I’ll tell my aunt not to do this in front of other people!”

“I’ll keep your secret too.”

“ah. No, that’s not it…”

Zhuge Hyang tried his best to deny it, but it wasn’t enough.

Ho Pil, a writer whose identity was hidden, did not intend to resolve the misunderstanding due to the fact that her true identity was the daughter of the Zhuge family and her desperate communication skills.

In the end, the situation progressed to the point where Zhuge Hyang could not handle it.

———————-

“What should I do? “Why don’t you believe it?”

In fact, it wasn’t Zhuge Hyang’s fault for ruining his pretty appearance and blaming himself. I’m sure if it had been someone else, I would have believed it.

In the face of greed, people believe only what they want to believe.

Mangeum Battlefield Successor Test. A bookstore that, contrary to ambitious expectations, is a fly-by-night bookstore. The emergence of Dangga Pungwoon and Hopil who can revive it.

No matter how much I told the two mothers, there was no way they would believe it. Because the stakes of the Mangeum battlefield were so high.

“Miss Hyang. “Aren’t you talking to yourself too much?”

“You say you’re a writer named Hopil. People like that usually talk to themselves a lot.”

The sound of the rebels muttering outside reached Zhugehyang’s ears.

“Nooooo. “I just talk to myself a lot because I’m alone and don’t have to worry about what other people think.”

Zhuge Hyang passively protested to the noise he heard outside. Of course, it would be difficult for people outside to hear, so it was typical of her to keep an eye on her and mutter only enough for herself to be heard. Was it her fault

? What should I say to someone who doesn’t believe me even if I tell them? Zhuge-hyang looked at the paper and ink and cried.

“This kind of inconvenience to author Hopil….”

You should at least write a letter of apology. Zhuge Hyang dipped ink on his brush and thought for a moment.

In this case, how should I use it?

[Writer Hopil. Come kill me….]

No. This is not it.

With what kind of face can one send such a strange report? You may be emotionally shocked and write that famous article in Daseogak.

It would be better to resolve this situation and send a letter to author Hopil.

but.

“It’s not easy.”

Zhuge Hyang distorted his face and sighed.

It’s a test for the successor to Mangeum Battlefield. Then, if you say that you don’t have a good score, doesn’t that mean that your maternal cousin will fail the exam?

This is a nuisance to author Ho Pil. But does that mean he can ruin his maternal cousin’s life?

Zhuge-hyang, an introverted person with poor communication skills with others, found it extremely painful to be forced to make a choice.

Zhugehyang continued to frown and ponder, and eventually reached a conclusion.

“I need to order food first.”

To gain the courage to speak, you must first fill yourself up.

In order to utilize the latest cultural relics, Zhuge Hyang took out an old book called Giosugu from the corner.

Delivery food using Jeonseo-gu.

Coming to Wuhan, everything was difficult, but this one thing was comfortable. How on earth did someone come up with this idea?

How difficult was it to order at a guesthouse? Why does the world make people with weak conversational skills even order food?

Now, there is no need to decide on the menu in mind before entering the guesthouse and say it before Jeomsoi even asks.

When the delivery man comes, leave it there. Just say one word. If you give just enough money that you don’t have any change left over, you won’t have to have any conversation.

It was truly the latest cultural material suitable for Zhuge Hyang.

“Jjajangmyeon has arrived. “We also have fried dumplings here.”

The delivery man arrived quickly, as if he had been waiting.

“uh?”

I only ordered Jjajangmyeon.

Something unexpected happened. What do we do. What should I say? The money only raised the price of Jajangmyeon.

Should I say I didn’t order dumplings? No, maybe he did it without realizing it. What if I told you to do it? Then do you eat dumplings? I’m not that hungry. However, the delivery man must have had a hard time too…

Jegalhyang was already starting to have conversational anxiety due to the variable situation.

The man who saw that smiled and opened his mouth.

“Grilled dumplings are a service given to close friends.”

“yes?”

The man’s voice was one I had heard before somewhere.

“I’m disappointed. “I can’t believe you don’t notice Mak Yeok Ji-woo’s voice.”

The man took off the hat that covered most of his face and hair and threw it in front of her.

A man with black hair? no. He is a handsome man who is difficult to make eye contact with.

“Oh, who is that…”

I don’t have any friends.

It’s the worst. It seems like the other person mistook him for someone else. The worst compatibility with yourself. Even if you step back, you can feel the friendly energy that keeps coming towards you.

In the end, Zhuge Hyang avoided eye contact with the man and barely managed to ask a question.

“Unbelievable. “I can’t believe I can’t recognize the face of Mak Yeok Ji-woo, the one and only Ho-pil in the world.”

Hopil?

Jiwoo at the end?

Black hair?

“ah!”

The man who introduced the world to the Tang family fortune. Hoin risked his life for his friend Hopil. The manager of Daseogak.

A man’s name flashed through Zhugehyang’s head.

Kang Yun-ho smiled like a hunter looking with satisfaction at his prey caught in a trap in front of the fake Hopil Jegal-hyang, who froze as soon as he made eye contact.

“I think I recognize it now. Hello, Hopil. “My name is Kang Yun-ho from Daseo-gak.”

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