I Will Live As An Actor - Chapter 113

I Will Live as an Actor Episode 113 The blanket

bounces and bounces. The face of Shin Jae-hee, the president of the society, covered with a blanket all the way to her forehead, is as red as a ripe persimmon. It’s not because I’m drunk. The alcohol I drank at the orientation after-party had already disintegrated. Still, the reason her face is so red is simple.

-I got red pepper powder in my front teeth.

“Uuuuuuu!”

What on earth is that kid? In the serious atmosphere, there wasn’t even a trace of manners to be found. If you think about it, it was like that from the beginning of orientation.

Not only was he late, he even made fun of his senior, no matter how rude he was. Of course, it was a little exhilarating. Regardless, even when I walked with my freshmen classmates, they would stand a step behind and look at us as if we were looking at children.

Could it be that he looked at his front teeth the same way?

I’m embarrassed.

“Jaehee! Why are you suddenly screaming? Is something really wrong?”

A mother’s urgent voice is heard through the door. As expected, the youngest child, who was no different from a model student, came in with a very red face and locked the door without even washing himself.

“Jaehee, but why is your face so red? Do you think you have a cold?”

“It’s because you drank alcohol. There was orientation today.”

“A kid who can’t drink well will become president of a society, but if he drinks too much, he won’t be able to use it.”

Her mother doesn’t know that her daughter is a drunkard. Just in case, my mother elaborates on the other side of the door.

“Oh, Jae-hee, did you get Jang Young-guk’s autograph…?”

Shin Jae-hee throws off the blanket and jumps out of bed. Then, when he opens the door, his mother looks shocked. Jaehee Shin shakes her head and speaks firmly.

“Mom! Jang Young-guk is not good, he is very bad. So don’t ever ask me for an autograph again.”

“Why is he like this all of a sudden?”

“I’m going to go in and sleep, so don’t wake me up anymore.”

Just then, the front door opens and Shin Jae-hee’s father enters the house. Her mother approaches her husband as he takes off his shoes with a shoehorn and enters the room.

“Honey, why are you so late today?”

“A conference seminar suddenly came up. I was late because I had to attend that. I was wondering if we should have a drink since the new semester is starting soon. I forgot to call in advance.”

“I don’t think I’ll notice that you forgot to call because other professors told you that you were the head of the department. Also, dye your hair. How long are you going to be like that old man?”

“Why aren’t you okay?”

This is Shin Jeong-gil, the head of the department and an old professor with a lot of white hair. Very few people in the law department at Hankuk University know that Professor Shin Jeong-gil and Shin Jae-hee are father and daughter. Of course, only knowledgeable professors know this, but that did not mean that Shin Jae-hee received extra points on the exam. What Shin Jeong-gil said repeatedly when he took office as the department head was fairness and fairness.

“Now that I’m the head of the department, I have to be more neat. Anyway, I don’t know what a blessing I am. My husband is the head of the law department at Hankuk University, and my daughter is the president of the academic society. Hoho.”

“Hey, it’s just like taking turns, why do you like it so much?”

“By the way, have you seen actor Jang Young-guk?”

“I saw that he was a very smart student. It felt good to have met a very good law student for the first time in a long time. I feel like it would be good to pursue a career as a lawyer instead of an actor. If he is so upright and fair, it is clear.”

It was then. The door opens again and Shin Jae-hee comes out.

“Dad, what is impartiality? And can anyone become a lawyer? You have to pass the bar exam to take the first step, but he’s going to beat me!”

“Oh my gosh, he’s doing that again. By the way, he’s not even a child anymore, but he’s still walking around with his eyes glued to his head.”

“Oh mom!”

* * *

My head feels dizzy, perhaps because of the alcohol I drank last night. A stream of water flows down the shoulders. After finishing the shower, I went down to the first floor and the unique scent of hangover soup whetted my appetite. The housekeeper looks at me and says happily.

“You British student came home after drinking yesterday, right? I knew you would, so I made dried pollack and bean sprout soup. Come quickly and have a spoonful. I heard you have filming today as well.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

“Oh, what? You wake me up on your own. I’m even more grateful because I don’t have to make breakfast twice.”

When I entered the kitchen where the dining table was, my grandfather and uncle were already sitting there. I feel embarrassed for some reason. Life is repeating itself, and this is the first time I’ve had this much trouble sleeping in the morning. Anyway, how much soju did I drink with my snub-nosed senior at the bar last night?

It would have been no problem in my past life, but I felt like I got drunk more easily because my body was younger. I don’t know, but the other person must have been sick from alcohol by now. by the way.

-I got red pepper powder in my front teeth.

Was it a bit harsh?

Now that I think about it in hindsight, I wonder if it was okay to say something like that to a woman. As life continued, I was confident that my interpersonal relationships had improved, but conversations with women never became easier. It’s as if my physical condition is not corrected. At that moment, the uncle narrows his eyes and speaks gently to the grandfather.

“Look, bro. That guy, England, said something happened last night. He has ‘I have a problem’ written on his forehead. Is there a girl you like, England?”

“I think it’s just because you drank too much?”

As soon as I shovel a spoonful of the white pollack and bean sprout soup into my mouth, I feel like the hangover that has been constricting my body goes away in an instant. My uncle kept asking me questions, but I couldn’t really answer.

Didn’t he have time to make friends, let alone a girl he liked? Although I exchanged greetings with the new students, there were many classmates who found it difficult for me. It’s probably not just because I’m an actor. After all, they made a strong impression from the first day of orientation.

“Oh, England, are you finally taking on the role of king starting today? Last time I saw you, I heard that the Crown Prince is now finished.”

The news source is quick. Is there anyone who knows the content of the drama in pre-production better than this? I shook my head. Not only the uncle but also the grandfather looks at him with puzzled eyes.

If it is Crown Prince Lee Yong, then what the uncle said is correct. Now it was time to receive the throne. But there is still one person left. I will elaborate on my role today.

“I’m a butcher.”

* * *

“Scene number 37 Butcher Lee Gyeol and Im Sa Hong—!”

In Yongin Folk Village, there are not only shabby thatched-roof houses but also grandiose houses of Sedo families. Numerous auxiliary actors are walking in groups and groups in Jeojat Street, which seems to be a replica of the Joseon Dynasty.

The town, which would normally be bustling with merchants and city officials, is now so quiet. The faces of the people walking by are all covered in shadow.

The sky fell.

Some people walk around saying things like that. Government officials wear pure white clothes and beoseon and abstain from bowing for three days. The gisaeng room, where music rang out all year round, was locked, and the gisaengs were prohibited from going outside. People dressed in mourning clothes bow down and wail as the state funeral procession passes through the ceremony.

“Oh my, oh my!”

Among the many common people, the butcher Lee Gyeol is also present. There is no change in Lee Gyeol’s eyes as he looks at the procession to the royal palace containing King Seongjong’s body.

Originally, butchers should not come out because it would be unfair. That’s why Geolsangol banned outsiders from going out more than ever and locked its doors. But Lee Gyeol didn’t think about that.

‘Is my father there?’

It was a car that had been changed into Yangmin’s clothes without using a diantro. Butcher Lee Gyeol lies face down on the dirt floor and raises his head to look at the coffin made of bamboo. Soldiers with glaring eyes are guarding the place, and ministers and the crown prince in mourning clothes are leading the way.

If the ministers had seen the face of the butcher Lee Gyeol lying flat on the floor, they would have been shocked. Because he looked the same as the crown prince in mourning clothes. Only after seeing the end of the procession heading to the royal tomb, the burial site, does Baekjeong Lee Gyeol stand up.

“Please give me some soup and rice.”

This is something that a butcher would never do. But who knows that he is a butcher? It was like that even before I found out that I inherited royal blood. No matter if you are a nobleman or a commoner, no matter how prosperous you are, your feet are still on the ground. What difference is there?

“I’m not selling it. Get out. Why are the people trying to eat on the day the king passed away?”

“I can clearly see that the nobleman sitting in that seat, who is not selling, is clearly eating his prize. If the king dies, should there be a difference in what he eats? Why is it that the nobleman can do it and I can’t? ”

Joo-mo’s eyes open as wide as a flower lantern. Because these were words and actions that could have caused hardship. As proof of this, isn’t the nobleman eating soup in the main hall secretly looking at them? At that time, a nobleman dressed in pure white silk stands up and strides forward.

He is Im Sa-hong, who was impeached by King Seongjong and the ministerial officials and was exiled to Uiju and served as an envoy to the Ming Dynasty. Originally, he would have been at the forefront of the procession along with other government ministers, but he was unable to be reinstated due to the fierce opposition of government officials.

“How can a man who looks like a commoner be talking nonsense? Did he think that he wouldn’t be able to say anything if the sky was falling?”

“What does it matter? Even if you get beaten here, it doesn’t matter. And who will punish the people who wept while guarding the deceased king’s grave just to fill their hungry stomachs? Are you even the father of the previous king?”

“What the hell! This guy!”

Lim Sa-hong gets very angry. I felt like cutting off his head right away, but since there was a state funeral in the capital, I left the sheath behind. Joo-mo had already hidden herself in a storeroom to avoid sparks. The nobleman stands up from his seat and is rolling his eyes, but Yangmin is still sitting in his seat and shows no sign of moving.

“Oh, I guess I should at least see your face. Even if you run away right now, the police officers at the government office will see your face and find you somehow. Let’s see if you can still talk so arrogantly then! ”

Lim Sa-hong grabs Yang Min’s hair with his wrinkled hands. And then he immediately turns his head towards himself. Only then does Yang Min’s face become brightly revealed, and at that moment, Lim Sa-hong’s pupils tremble violently as if an earthquake had occurred.

A straight nose and young spots on the skin under sad eyes. To put it bluntly, this is a person Lim Sa-hong knew. He hurriedly bangs his head on the dirt floor and cries out.

“Your Majesty the Crown Prince…!”