It Takes a Pen to Straighten Up B*st*rds

Clumsy Writer 2

The writer's heart is the soul of the story.

Dodori had been thinking about that for quite some time. Sure, Teacher Cale would not be spouting nonsense for nothing, but whenever he speaks, he either curses them or shoots them in the heart.

The weight of his words serves as a stepping stone for them to take a risk they had never considered before.

That is why I decided to write a story about his greatness, but he is still dissatisfied with it.

Teacher Cale implied that he could make a difference if he could discover his true writing style. He banged his head against the table and let out a muffled groan. Someone just smacked him from behind and saw Radish.

This guy sure became quite tamed after teacher-nim came.

Among his classmates, Radish remained a mystery. He could not even find anything about him; even Bud, whose strong suit is gathering information, could not look into his life.

"You sound like a groaning mutt," Radish sat beside him. He is holding a book. This is a fantasy action novel. Oh, he does have peculiar tastes. "What's wrong?"

Dodori seemed at ease. Is this how the Academy bastard's innocence works?

"I have been thinking about how to write..."

"For a play?"

"In general.

"You talked with the bastard teach?"

"Yes..."

What did he say?

"He enjoys stories with happy endings," he responded.

Radish lowered the book and looked at him. He looked as if he were scrutinizing him in every way he could.

"Thinking hard must be our class's favorite thing to do," Radish simply said. He continued reading the book he was holding and didn't bother with him.

"I'm thinking hard."

"You're not?" Radish raised his brow. At times, he appears to be a traitor.

Dodori remained quiet. He is at a loss for words in front of this man.

"His words could be empty or not; they could be well-thought-out but have no meaning at all," Radish said. "I don't know what kind of story you're making up with that head of yours but if you can't put yourself on the character you're writing—it's no story at all."

Radish's words were clear as if it's drawn from the bottom of his heart, "If you can't picture your own story then you won't be able to give an ending to another story. It'll just be an endless loop."

"No wonder Teach took a liking to you."

"What the hell are you saying?"

He could see Radish getting goosebumps out of nowhere.

"I was wondering if you and Teach are related; sometimes you sound just like him, and you seemed to understand everything Teach was saying when the rest of us had to think hard about what he meant."

Dodori laughed, but there was an awkward silence in there. He looked at him, but Dodori had no idea why he had such an expression.

"Relationship, huh?" Radish whispered. "Would it make a difference if I am related to him? I have already been in hell so many times that something like that is basic." (<<< XD)

"Huh?"

Radish seemed angry when he stood up.

"Just do your crap. You'll be fine." Then Radish left.