abduction. lecture time
“Hello, my name is Eve, a writer who was invited as a special lecturer today.”
As I watched the blue-haired woman with a friendly smile and introduced herself to the students, I unknowingly relaxed my body and let out my breath naturally.
All of the students’ responses except for me were consistent.
“Oooh.”
“Hey, that’s crazy.”
“Wow.”
The boys look at Eve with their mouths wide open. As an adult, she was scattering strange pheromones that seduce the opposite sex.
“Come on, writer! I am a fan!”
“Can you sign it?”
“Gee, are you the real Eve writer?!”
The girls are hugging Eve’s book like a Bible and babbling. I heard that he became a best-selling author, but I didn’t know he would become so famous.
[Academy graduate. Writer of the Shadowed Forest, Eve.]
These are the phrases the professor wrote down on the blackboard.
I understand the title of the book, but it is strangely annoying that the graduates of AOS Academy seem to act as if they have a share in her achievements.
‘It’s a shadowy forest.’
If it’s Eve’s book, I’m curious again. I’ve been busy for a while, so I can’t afford to hold the book in my hands, but I have to read it now.
“Thank you for responding so passionately. If you have read my book, would you please raise your hand?”
“Me! Me!”
“So good! I even remember the verses!”
“The scene where Luparn and Airi hug is my favorite scene!”
Quite a few students raise their hands and shout. Eve shyly thanked her and moved on to the next question.
“Then, would you like to raise your hand if you haven’t seen it?”
Students hesitantly raising their hands.
It seemed that the students who read and the students who did not read were almost divided in half.
‘Ah, should I listen to this?’
To be honest, I was very worried.
Even while smiling, strangely Eve’s eyes seemed to be looking at me.
‘It’s right that it doesn’t.’
Wouldn’t it be okay to lie and read it later? I thought so, but the cart coming into the classroom. There were piles of books on top of it.
“I was going to give a free gift to those who haven’t read it. Oh, of course I’m not forcing it. I will only give it to those who need it.”
The inside of the hall heats up at the sudden gift. In particular, he is almost madly overjoyed when he says that he will sign and give one more book to students who already have the book.
Eve’s influence was like this.
It was a passage that made me feel that she had worked really hard during the three years without me.
Eve, who started handing out directly to the students who wanted it, stood in front of me. It’s strangely embarrassing to see him smiling.
“Do you need students?”
“……yes.”
Eve handing it over.
Originally, he handed the books stacked on top one after the other, but this time he pulled out one from the bottom.
“Here you go. Have fun reading it.”
“……”
As soon as Eve went to the other students, I opened the book. As expected, there were handwritten words between the printed letters.
[I forgive you for not seeing it. There was no time for that.]
‘I’m glad.’
it’s also eve
It’s not like I used to call her my little Eve for nothing. A child who knows how to care!
Seruk.
Flip to the back page and the text continues.
[Instead, give me today. I also want to do something exclusive.]
‘That’s about it.’
It’s not very difficult. After all, I’m not living a life where I’m immersed in sports and training like I used to, but I’m enjoying the academy life in moderation.
Rather than me, isn’t Eve the problem?
It would be embarrassing if it became known that a best-selling author was hanging out with students for no reason.
Seruk.
[But you had a lot of fun with Mei?]
“……”
My hands are just stiff.
I didn’t want to turn the page any more.
I also drew a picture of a cute rabbit to pass it over quickly, but I feel strangely pressured.
[I heard that playing with a blanket in the dorm without being caught in the next room was really great.]
‘may……’
I just went there and boasted about it.
For reference, I couldn’t stand it in the end.
There is still a scar on Mei’s back, saying she couldn’t take it and hugging her tightly.
No, anyway.
Seruk.
[I want to try that too.]
He slapped his forehead and bowed his head. Some students next to me look at me, but I can’t afford to worry about that.
Seruk.
[Think of a date course in the middle of the lecture. I’ve made it myself, but I’ll compare which of the two is better.]
Why are you taking homework?
I turned to the back page more, but now there is no separate message. At the same time, Eve’s lecture began.
“If you have any questions, please feel free to raise your hand.”
As a writer, I thought I could give a lecture on writing. Description and plot making, the pain of creation, overcoming a slump, etc.
But that wasn’t the case, it was just about how he worked as a writer and how he tried during his school days.
Seriously, even talking about the author’s skills wouldn’t really evoke sympathy. A lecture that emphasized the position of a successful senior, not a successful writer.
“Shall we give you an example? The main character of my article was a guide through a dangerous forest, right?”
“……?”
I’m thinking about where I’m going to hang out with Eve after school, but what I’ve heard is a bit disturbing, so I raise my head.
Eve was already looking at me and smiling softly. From the students’ point of view, it seemed cozy, but to me, it had a strong sense of playfulness.
“The receptionist was a man with multiple injuries. As such a man meets an old classmate, he begins to recall his memories.”
I slowly open the book and read the contents sporadically.
“The girl I was a classmate was a quiet, quiet child when I was in school, but it was different after I became an adult. We actively appeal to the guide and eventually heal the guide’s wounded and broken heart.”
Eve continues the lecture. The main characters in the book were strangely similar to each other except for their names.
‘Come to think of it, when they asked if they could write a story with me in the past, I agreed.’
It reminds me of a date at the royal library. Well, the name has changed anyway, and there is no job called Sherpa in the Forest of Demons yet in this world, so it doesn’t really matter.
Then, a female student raised her hand.
“Writer! I have a question!”
“Yes, please.”
Eve smiles and hands over the microphone. The female student asked in a slightly trembling yet excited voice.
“Ha, how do you describe an action? Also, I wonder how you get inspiration for your unique emotions!”
I wondered if she was a female student aspiring to become a writer or if she was asking something unique, but unexpectedly, other students also said they were curious and their eyes lit up.
However, it was none other than Eve that shone the most.
‘Ah, I feel uneasy about something.’
Even though Eve is usually quiet, there are times when she suddenly makes a sudden leap and comes in. And this is when it bothers me the most.
“I have to show you this part. If you don’t mind, could one of the students help me out?”
“Me! Let me help you!”
“Let me do it!”
“Writer! I am a real fan!”
Then the students raised their hands and appealed to them. Not only the girls who are simply book fanatics, but also the boys raise their hands at the opportunity to get closer to Eve.
“Hmm, there are too many students.”
Yet, his gaze was fixed only on me.
“……”
Trembling, I had no choice but to raise my hand, and Eve immediately pointed at me and called me to the pulpit.
“There is a dark-haired boy, please.”
With envy and envy all in one body, he trudged up to the platform. Then Eve asks slyly.
“What is your student’s name?”
“Daniel, it’s McClain.”
“Yes, student MacLaine. Can you help me for a second?”
If you say you don’t like it, you’ll get a punch for forgiveness later, so you give up and nod your head.
Then Eve smiled and said to the students.
“It’s like a painter who paints a picture. I personally experience the scenes from the book. For example, like this.”
back.
“If there’s a scene where you fold your arms, you try to do it yourself.”
Eve’s violent chest is clipped into my arm. Actually, I’ve already touched it a few times, but it’s new to feel it in front of other people like this.
And the reaction was even more explosive.
“Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooing!”
“Come on, writer! me too! I want to experience it too!”
Eve responds with an awkward smile to the male students.
“You shouldn’t look at it strangely. This is a noble act for the sake of art.”
Once the words calmed him down, but Eve’s virtuosity didn’t stop there.
“It’s like this when hugging from behind. The feel of the chin touching the shoulder. It’s about remembering the beating and feeling you feel in your chest.”
He forcibly maintains his composure to the soft feeling of pressing on his back. If you get too excited here, you will be shamed in front of the students.
Eve drops the microphone slightly and whispers naturally to me.
“Are you doing well?”
“this……”
Eve, who fell off, stands in front of me this time.
“Will you hug me this time?”
Then, of course, the reactions are explosive.
“Writer! We need a student replacement!”
“you’re right! It seems that only one student is struggling too much!”
“I want to enjoy the moment of creation too!”
Hearing things like that makes me feel embarrassed again. Wanting to know where to look, I hugged Eve a little tight and she trembled slightly, but within a moment, she naturally entrusted herself to me.
“This is how I feel right now. All you have to do is write down the texture, atmosphere, and narrative.”
As I slowly let go of my hand, Eve smiled and said.
“Thanks for your help, Student MacLean.”
“……”
Anyway, my little Eve has grown too big.
woah