It was just a love letter; I'm really no great writer!

"Take it out!"

"I told you to take it out!"

"A love letter? Who wrote it?"

Old Zhang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he held a piece of draft paper in his hand, raising it in the air.

A hot breeze swept through the classroom at the end of the corridor, and all was silent.

The bespectacled boy with a kind face lowered his head and pointed at his deskmate who had just woken up.

"what?"

Lu Ran's lips twitched.

Damn it, Zheng Yue betrayed her buddy!

"Lu Ran, it's you again!" Class teacher Zhang Xuan slammed his fist on the table angrily, sending dust flying. "Stand up!"

Lu Ran stood up helplessly. His tall and upright figure was still developing, like a poplar tree.

Beneath his jet-black, tousled hair, his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes revealed a hint of nonchalance.

At Huaicheng No. 1 High School, Lu Ran was considered a prominent figure...

Yes, a genius.

He started pursuing a girl from the next class during the school's military training, but after being rejected, he remained devoted and brought her breakfast and milk every day...

After being rejected for half a semester, he simply started sleeping in class every few days, whether sitting or standing.

He was nicknamed "Awakening God" by his family!

"Go stand at the back!" Zhang Xuan didn't kick him out of the classroom, lest this guy sleep soundly in the corridor.

Lu Ran picked up his compulsory math course 2 and walked expressionlessly to the back of the classroom.

"Hilarious! Even Jue Shen writes love letters?"

"Hahaha, Riku has a new target? I wonder who's so unlucky..."

"Do you think he'll act like a simp this time?"

"Hey~ to be honest, Lu Ran is actually quite handsome..."

"Just a pretty face with no substance."

The students let out bursts of low laughter, which sounded rather jarring.

Leaning against the standing air conditioner, Lu Ran opened his math book and covered his face.

awkward!

Logically speaking, he was already extremely carefree and extravagant, unaware of his own extravagance.

But he had just fallen asleep and had a very, very long dream.

He spent many years in his dreams... In the blink of an eye, half a lifetime had passed.

I suddenly woke up.

I remember the people and events in my dreams clearly, as if I could never forget them.

Having suddenly gained over ten years of memories, looking back at his actions, he was so embarrassed he almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment...

How embarrassing!

However, that love letter was a huge misunderstanding!

……

Ten minutes ago.

Lu Ran dozed off on his desk, the sunlight streaming in through the window, making his ears feel hot.

He suddenly woke up with a start, staring blankly at the water glass on the upper right corner of the desk, which was shining brightly.

In a daze, his thoughts flowed freely, and he picked up his pen to write line after line of sentences:

"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which my wife planted in the year she died. Now it stands tall and spreading like a canopy."

"Years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía would recall that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice."

What Bai Jiaxuan later took pride in was that he had married seven women in his lifetime.

"Weakness and ignorance are not obstacles to survival; arrogance is."

Duan Yu was immediately blushing with shame, feeling utterly humiliated, but then a sharp pain shot through his abdomen...

These words all came from a dream.

It's become part of my being; I write whatever comes to mind, whenever the mood strikes.

The books I read in my dreams were no less impressive than the classics of my own world, and were even more impactful and unforgettable...

As Lu Ran wrote, he fell into deep thought: Who stuffed these books into my head?

So what I dreamed about is what I am? Then it's alright.

Lu Ran looked up and his gaze fell on the girl in the second row of the fourth group by the window. Her long, black hair was tied into a soft, low ponytail with a white headband. The sunlight shone on her white short-sleeved school uniform, making her look as beautiful as a painting.

His heart skipped a beat.

He picked up his pen and wrote a poem in a flowing style. After finishing it, Lu Ran read it over and was somewhat captivated by it.

Wow, that's really well written!

Zheng Yue leaned closer: "Brother Lu, what did you write?"

"poetry."

"Let me take a look."

"Take it."

then……

A massive shadow loomed down, and Old Zhang stretched out his hand, spreading out the Five Finger Mountain—

Zhang Xuan has a bad temper and a notorious reputation. He is also their class's homeroom teacher. If you get caught by him, you're in for a world of hurt.

When Old Zhang is enraged, who wouldn't avoid his sharp edge?

Zheng Yue trembled with fear and handed over the draft paper. Old Zhang glanced at it and immediately diagnosed it as a love letter...

It was only then that Lu Ran came to his senses. Who wrote a love letter?

I just wrote some sentences on a whim.

Also, who are you calling a simp?

The flowers were in full bloom; if I didn't appreciate them, I would seem to lack appreciation for beauty.

At this moment, Lu Ran was lost in thought.

The extra memory in my mind quietly dissipated.

My parallel universe self: I failed the college entrance exam, but luckily my family was rich, so they spent a lot of money to send me abroad to university;

After wasting several more years in society, achieving nothing, he eventually slunk back to inherit the family business...

But the problem is, my own family in this world is poor.

The family of four squeezed into a leaky, moldy old house. The parents worked hard from dawn till dusk, and there was also a younger sister in elementary school...

You have to spend money everywhere.

but.

Lu Ran swallowed hard.

I wouldn't say I'm exceptionally talented or learned, but I can certainly speak eloquently and write beautifully!

There is great potential, great potential indeed!

After eighteen years of hardship, this can be considered a stroke of good fortune.

Moreover... my excessive sleepiness, which I had since starting high school, was cured without medication.

Previously, Lu Ran slept at least twelve hours a day, probably to receive memories from parallel worlds, which explains why he was always sleepy.

"Ding-a-ling..."

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Looking out the window at the blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds, Lu Ran couldn't help but recall a passage.

"That day I was twenty-one years old, in the golden age of my life, and I had many extravagant hopes."

I want to love, I want to eat, and I want to become a cloud in the sky, half bright and half dark, for a fleeting moment.

Life is but a fleeting dream; upon returning, one remains a youth.

very nice.

Lu Ran returned to his seat, and Zheng Yue chuckled, "Young Master Ran, I really couldn't help it, Old Zhang was making such a strange face... By the way, who did you write that love letter to?"

"Then it's not a love letter!" Lu Ran said.

He put down his textbook and hurriedly ran out of the classroom, needing to go to the office to explain things to Old Zhang.

Watching Lu Ran's retreating figure, several girls in the front row chatted and gossiped.

"Isn't Lu Ran in love with Zhao Yishuang from the next class? He's been rejected so many times, he's quite devoted."

"After being so depressed for so long, it's time to wake up."

"Guess who he wrote his love letter to?"

"In Lu Ran's opinion, it's definitely... Xia Liang!"

"Sister Liang, what do you think? Putting aside his brains, Lu Ran is quite handsome."

A group of girls started making a ruckus, laughing and joking.

By the window, a girl with a ponytail smiled sweetly. In the first year of high school, the only girl who could rival Zhao Yishuang in beauty was Xia Liang.

She smiled lightly.

"I don't want what Zhao Yishuang doesn't approve of."

At the same time, Lu Ran stepped into the grade office.

"Uh, um, Teacher Zhang..." Lu Ran was dumbfounded when he saw the scene in front of him.

What's going on?

There, Zhang Xuan was surrounded by his teachers, holding up the draft paper he had written on.

Standing in the middle of the crowd was Huang Haitang, the Chinese language teacher. His face beamed with joy as he clapped his hands on the table and recited in a rhythmic, expressive voice: "When you are old, your hair white, and you are deep in sleep..."

"How many loved your moments of glad grace."

"I admire your beauty, whether feigned or genuine."

"Only one person loved your pilgrim soul."