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

"good!

"What a magnificent display of defiance against a thousand pointing fingers! What a magnificent display of selfless service to the people!"

"What a young poet prodigy!"

Once again, the veteran Dan Ding stepped forward to set the tone for Lu Ran.

The title of "Poet Saint" is an honor that even Dante himself could not attain.

The online controversy subsided considerably.

The Beijing poets banding together? That can't compare to Dante's prestige spanning three eras.

Immediately afterwards, the official account of the Huaicheng Poetry Association published a long article in support.

Jiang Xingzhi, a member of the Poetry Association, spearheaded a trend of appreciating Lu Ran's poetry, which gradually spread across the entire internet.

The waves have washed away everything.

The negative public opinion stirred up by online trolls actually proved Lu Ran's worth.

It also strengthens the cohesion of the Ranpi community.

Of course, the students in Class 6 all stood firmly on Lu Ran's side during this chaotic battle.

They witnessed firsthand how Lu Ran's talent gradually ignited and blossomed.

"Ran-ge, how did the exam go?" Zheng Yue asked with a smile.

"Thank goodness I crammed before the exam, otherwise I would have failed," Lu Ran said with a smile.

"Shall we go for a barbecue tonight?" Yuan Binbin suggested.

"Okay, let's go sing karaoke!" Meng Lu responded enthusiastically.

"Mm." Lu Ran straightened his chair, glanced at the bustling classroom, felt a little reluctant, and nodded.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan strode into the classroom to give a semester summary.

It was the same old advice: be careful and don't swim in the river. He ended by saying, "Lu Ran, Principal Zheng is looking for you."

Zheng Yue looked puzzled and asked, "No, why did the principal want to see you again?"

Seeing Meng Lu's excited expression, Lu Ran pointed at her and said, "Don't say anything."

……

Principal's Office.

Lu Ran knocked on the door and entered the cold, gloomy office after hearing the knock. There, he saw a boy standing in front of his desk, his face pale.

Zheng Qianyun sat in her office chair, wearing black-rimmed glasses, her sharp phoenix eyes now showing a hint of intellect.

Why is Zhou Jiahao here too...? Lu Ran sat down on the sofa in the reception area and made himself a cup of hot tea.

"...Alright, you can go back now." Zheng Qianyun waved to Zhou Jiahao.

Bang! Zhou Jiahao left, utterly dejected.

"What's wrong with him?" Lu Ran asked with a smile. "He looks like he's about to go to the rooftop."

Zheng Qianyun glared at him before sighing softly, "He missed the exam the day before yesterday. His parents searched for him half the night and found him on the rooftop."

"Huh?" Lu Ran was taken aback.

"They squandered all their savings on gambling, and now they're thinking of taking out a loan to turn things around..." Zheng Qianyun shook her head, looking troubled.

Lu Ran felt quite sorry for Zhou Jiahao. He said that one should be willing to make mistakes in life, but one must never get involved in gambling, prostitution, or drugs.

"Never mind that, what's going on with you? Principal Fu came to me and said he wants to transfer you." Zheng Qianyun asked.

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Fu Liqun's background is more powerful than mine." Zheng Qianyun raised an eyebrow. "He's using your early romance as an excuse to keep you here."

"Who did I date in school?" Lu Ran shrugged.

"If you want to find fault, you can always find a reason." Zheng Qianyun said calmly, "Your previous high-profile writing of love letters has already violated school rules."

Some things, you can't tell how much they weigh until you weigh them.

But when it was weighed, it did weigh several kilograms.

"Why is Fu Liqun targeting me?" Lu Ran took a sip of tea and sighed.

Zheng Qianyun's eyes flickered, but she did not respond.

It's a non-stick pan too... Lu Ran asked, "So, where are you planning to transfer me to?"

"It depends on your choice," Zheng Qianyun pondered. "If you can secure a spot in the national essay competition without taking the entrance exam, it won't make much of a difference which high school you attend."

"Then let's go to Yande High School," Lu Ran said.

"Why did you choose Yande?" Zheng Qianyun asked suspiciously. "Don't you want to go to the provincial capital? Even in Huaicheng, there are high schools with a better atmosphere than Yande."

"It doesn't matter which high school I attend, it won't make much of a difference to me," Lu Ran said. There was a sense of it all being perfectly natural.

"Hmm." Zheng Qianyun looked at the computer.

As Lu Ran silently finished his tea and prepared to leave, he heard Zheng Qianyun say behind him, "Fu Liqun has a habit of going to XX Club."

Lu Ran immediately turned his head.

Zheng Qianyun stared at the screen, looking indifferent and aloof.

……

Lu Ran walked out of the teaching building and leaked the information to Da Xiong.

Public officials engaging in such shady dealings? It's truly like an old man hanging himself.

It's a male model club, tsk tsk.

Lu Ran strolled around Huaicheng No. 1 Middle School under the setting sun, and finally ate braised pork with potatoes in the cafeteria.

After all, I lived here for a year, leaving behind beautiful memories with regrets. I felt attached to every blade of grass and every tree... It's a pity I have to leave.

However, compromise is impossible.

Lu Ran said to Zhao Qingqing, "I'm going to have Yi Shuang."

It wasn't that he absolutely had to fulfill his own long-cherished wish, but rather that he felt Zhao Yishuang should be given the right to choose freely.

Therefore, he can leave.

As Lu Ran strolled out of the school, he received a message from Da Xiong.

— Fu Liqun, that guy, steals a moment of leisure from his busy schedule. As soon as he finished his final exams in his first year of high school, he rushed to the club.

Big Bear asked, "Boss, are you going to come and oversee the battle in person?"

Lu Ran said, "That's not necessary... We'll collect the video footage and see what the Discipline Inspection Commission has to say."

He cautiously peeked out of the school gate, but didn't see Zhao Qingqing, so he swaggered home.

……

In an office in the provincial capital.

Zhao listened to his secretary's report with a blank expression.

Good news! Lu Ran will be transferring to Yande High School next semester.

At least he won't have so much contact with Yishuang all the time, which means his biggest worry has been eliminated.

Bad news...

The instigation by Beijing's elite poets failed to dampen Lu Ran's arrogance; instead, it boosted his reputation even further.

The title of "Young Poet Saint" is like a golden signboard, deeply rooting him in the hearts of the people.

The People's Publishing House has cancelled the reprint of "To Live".

But other publishers, like sharks smelling the aroma, all had their eyes on this lucrative opportunity...

What Zhao Zheng least expected was...

He then instructed Fu Liqun to suppress Lu Ran.

How long has it been?

Fu Liqun's chicken theft was exposed to the Municipal Party Committee!

Now there's no one to help him clean up the mess.

Furthermore, by following the clues, they also uncovered a group of pirate booksellers who were protected by Fu Liqun...

Now it stinks terribly.

"Xiao Lin, where does Lu Ran, an ordinary kid from an ordinary family, get such great power?" Zhao Zheng frowned and pondered.

The vice principal of a key municipal high school, holding the rank of deputy director, ended his political career in such an ignominious way.

Xiao Lin laughed and said, "Don't worry, Fu Liqun's own background is not clean, and that Lu family boy just happened to be lucky."

"I have issued a ban, and absolutely no publishing house will dare to publish 'To Live'."

"A writer pours their heart and soul into creating a work! It's like their liver and intestines are breaking!"

"His debut work was banned, which dampened his spirits. It will be extremely difficult for him to write a good work again in the future."

Zhao Zheng's brows relaxed: "That's right, I've also read 'To Live,' it's a complete smear of our past era!"

"The construction of the Celestial Empire is not something that can be accomplished overnight. How can we pile all the hardships onto one person? Why don't we see him praising the good aspects of our construction process?"

"It is perfectly reasonable not to publish it."

but……

Zhao Zheng didn't think that simply banning "To Live" would make Lu Ran easily give up and become despondent, given his personality.

This kid has a lot of resilience.

Of course, he still had a backup plan. With his most trusted Qingqing watching over him, it should be more than enough to shut down Lu Ran's literary talent.

You're too green to mess with me!

……

I heard the news that Voldemort, that black sheep, had been removed from the education sector.

Ah, it seems so.

Lu Ran felt relieved and lay down on the sofa for a short rest.

Before we knew it, the night had deepened, and the oval moon hung above the city's high-rise buildings.

Zuo Hanzhi went next door to observe Xia Liang and Li Xingping's painting "100 Meters," and it's estimated that she'll be spending the night there.

Tian Luojiao was working overtime, staying at school to urgently grade exam papers in order to get the scores as soon as possible.

I idly scrolled through Zhihu for a while, and the three-day chaotic battle gradually came to an end.

Lu Ran's position in the poetry world has been officially solidified. He is a leading figure in contemporary poetry and is nicknamed "Young Poet Saint." Well, there is still a big difference between him and the real "Poet Saint."

He checked the time; it was already past eleven o'clock, and Sister Jiaojiao was still working overtime.

So I sat up, opened Word, and typed the beginning of "The Stranger":

Today, my mother died. Maybe it was yesterday, I can't tell. I received a telegram from the nursing home: "Your mother has passed away. Funeral tomorrow. Your condolences." It was unclear. Maybe she died yesterday.

For pure literature, language is far more important than the form of the story.

When translating into French and English, one must pay attention to the rhythm of the syllables.

For example, the title of the book, The Outsider, is in French "L'Étranger," a word that itself has a double meaning: a marginal person isolated from society and a stranger isolated from the world.

Carefully consider the wording and phrases.

Knock knock, a knock sounded on the door.

With his mind filled with French words, Lu Ran went to open the door in a daze.

The hallway lights suddenly turned on, instantly revealing a clear and stunning face.

She is neither a hot, voluptuous young woman nor a delicate, innocent girl... but a cool, aloof mature woman with long legs, a slim waist, and a full bust, wearing high heels.

She was carrying a large cake, smiling gently as she put her arm around Lu Ran's waist, and whispered sweetly in his ear:

Happy birthday to my poet boyfriend!