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

"Yes, it's true."

The smiles of everyone vanished abruptly, and the focus shifted to Lu Ran's face.

For a long time.

Yuan Binbin smiled and said:

"Haha, I knew it! Last time, when Brother Ran went live to clarify things, I guessed... there was definitely something fishy going on!"

"More than that!" Zheng Yue waved her hand.

"I felt that the seeds of this were sown during that friendly match."

"Ran Ge actually managed to score a goal while holding Di Lingyan in the air. Who wouldn't love such a fierce man?"

Meng Lu also seemed thoughtful: "I think it can be traced back to even earlier."

"Lu Ran failed to win Yi Shuang's heart, right? Di Lingyan keeps coming over to bring her snacks and drinks. It seems he secretly fell for her back then."

Listening to the closing statements of Lu Ran's three team members.

Li Xingping's world has collapsed.

It felt like a hundred buzzing bees had flown into my head.

Her nose stung, and she clenched her teeth tightly into the soft flesh of her mouth to hold back her tears.

"???"

Lu Ran looked up at the screen with three question marks. "Are you all Sherlock Holmes... or Detective Dee?"

"That's utter bullshit." Xia Liang scoffed. "Don't listen to his nonsense. I know Xiao Di too well. He hates evil and has a clear sense of right and wrong. He used to dislike Lu Ran, so how could he possibly like him?"

Li Xingping was like a small fish adrift in a vast, cloud-shrouded sea, when she saw a ray of warm sunshine.

Waaah, Liang-jie, I'll never cricket you again...

"Haha." Lu Ran didn't explain further; let them guess what's true and what's false.

Ding-ling-ling! The school bell rang.

In the cool classroom, Lu Ran finished writing the second chapter of "The Outsider" and began planning his happy summer vacation.

Two months seems like a long time.

But it was really short, so short that it was the eve of the start of school in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, it is essential to make a good plan and never let games and staying up late take over your life, or you'll look back and realize you've been living a muddled life and haven't accomplished anything!

Be the master of your time —

In July, I'll go home and rest for a few days, enjoying a carefree and blissful time.

Then I got the visa, went to visit Sister Di while traveling in China, and then went to Japan alone.

Enjoy yourself to the fullest in July, then get down to business in August.

Go to Shanghai to participate in the finals of the national essay competition, meet the top students from various prestigious universities, and strive to secure a guaranteed admission spot.

I'll also publish "The Stranger" and try to win the Nobel Prize next year—it's definitely too late this year.

The Nobel Prize in Literature has a rather unique awarding mechanism.

Every September, the Nobel Committee for Literature sends invitations to scholars from around the world who have the right to nominate candidates.

These scholars will nominate a list of two hundred living authors worldwide who are eligible to participate in the award selection.

The following February, the committee screened the list until it was narrowed down to five candidates.

In June, the Swedish Academy will read through the works of the five candidates in their entirety and write a formal evaluation report.

Finally, all academicians held a meeting to debate and vote to select this year's Nobel laureate.

The process is quite complicated and prone to going astray or even resorting to unorthodox methods.

However, in recent years, with the expansion of the Literature Committee, the mechanism has become relatively fair, so it is less likely to damage its own reputation.

For example, last year's Nobel laureate, László, is a Hungarian genius writer who shook the literary world of Eastern Europe and is hailed as a master of the apocalypse.

It's worth mentioning that among Chinese writers, Jia Tu, Ning Ning, and Mo Hua were nominated, but unfortunately, they didn't make it into the top five candidates.

Otherwise, there is a real chance that China could achieve a breakthrough by winning the Nobel Prize in Literature!

……

At noon, Huaizhong High School will hold the final of the first-year high school football tournament.

Class 6 of Grade 11 vs. Class 9 of Grade 11: Fearless contest for the top.

Last time Lu Ran was injured, the members of Class 6 were all determined to win back the Little Power Cup for Lu Ran.

So after a quick meal, they went to the court to warm up and prepare for the game.

Xia Liang organized a cheerleading squad and arrived at the stands early to cheer on the Class 6 team members.

The final began, and the first half quickly became a stalemate.

Thanks to their high-pressing tactics, they kept the ball firmly in the opponent's half.

In the stands, Lu Ran enjoyed a royal treatment this time.

Under the parasol, he sat down limply, surrounded by girls in cheerleading outfits, who occasionally burst into loud cheers.

The girls' fair legs shone brightly, radiating the glow of youth.

"Lu Ran, do you think our class can win the championship?" Li Xingping sat next to him, holding a small electric fan in her hand.

"It's hard to say. On paper, the difference in strength is huge. I can't even play yet. Let's see if we can drag it out to overtime," Lu Ran said lazily.

Technically, Class 8 was superior, and they almost managed to counterattack and get behind several times in the first half.

But as long as it goes into overtime.

In terms of physical strength, they're all young lads, what's there to be cowardly about?!

"Your injury hasn't healed yet?" Li Xingping stretched out her cold little hand...

With her fingers forming a claw, she pressed down on his thigh through his athletic shorts, giving it a light but firm squeeze.

"Eh—" Lu Ran almost had a knee-jerk reaction.

A tendon in my leg twitched violently, as if my heart had been squeezed.

Although he was a substitute, he had already changed into his jersey, and you can imagine how thin the fabric of the shorts was.

He pressed his upper and lower front teeth against the tip of his tongue, barely daring to breathe, a stream of sweat trickling down his forehead and onto his thick, dark eyebrows, pattering...

It dripped onto the cement floor and evaporated quickly.

"Does it still hurt?" Li Xingping asked, her clear eyes wide open.

Judging from his expression... he seems to be in some pain?

"You're really targeting the good leg of this cripple," Lu Ran said through gritted teeth.

On the other side, Xia Liang was playing games with He Tingting, Pan Jinwen, and Lu Jingshu, laughing and joking.

Any abnormalities could be discovered here at any time.

Lu Ran hinted indirectly, "It's nothing serious, you don't need to... uh, check so thoroughly."

"I strained a muscle when I was practicing dance before, and I taught myself traditional Chinese massage. Massaging it can improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

Li Xingping smiled, revealing two sweet dimples. "Maybe once it's rubbed properly, you'll be able to play in the competition."

"No, no need." Lu Ran frowned.

No, how come you can do everything?

Traditional Chinese medicine, folk dance, acting, drawing comics, writing short stories...

Yes, the "100 Meters" series currently being serialized in the Huaizhong Pictorial is based on the script written by Li Xingping, and it has received very good reviews.

An all-around student?

"It's so hot, I'm going to buy ice cream." Xia Liang patted Lu Ran's arm. "Hey, what do you want?"

"I don't know what to eat, I'll go check it out too." Lu Ran wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

"It's okay, you sit and rest. I'll buy one of each kind, so everyone can choose what to eat." Xia Liang patted her chest proudly, exuding an air of wealth.

"I'll help you carry it." Lu Ran tried to struggle.

"I said no! You're not thinking of pursuing me, are you? Ew~" Xia Liang glared at him and giggled, "Write me a love letter first, and this young lady will consider it."

She twirled gently, her white dress billowing like a lotus flower.

Beneath the hem of her skirt were shapely thighs and delicate, slender calves, dazzlingly white.

Under the blazing sun, that heartwarming laughter was like a cool, sparkling stream.

Seeing that Lu Ran was in a hurry to leave, Li Xingping lowered her eyes in frustration.

"Lu Ran, is it because I pressed it wrong? I... I can't do anything right."

"..."

You did a great job!

Lu Ran looked at her trembling eyelashes in disbelief and said with difficulty:

"Uh...you're doing a great job. It's just that I'm too hot. Yes, I'm unbearably hot."

"Really?"

As if encouraged, Li Xingping happily raised her face.

She handed the small fan to Zuo Hanzhi behind her.

"Hanzhi, Lu Ran is very hot. Take a fan and blow it on his head. Hmm, he's sweating a lot."

Zuo Hanzhi took the small fan and sent a cool breeze towards the sweat on Lu Ran's face.

With her hands now free, Li Xingping was overjoyed and began her massage techniques.

The music, played in a disjointed and irregular manner, began as "Rainbow Skirt" and later became "Six Melodies".

Lu Ran's vision went black.

It wouldn't have mattered in the past, but ever since Pandora's box was opened, he's found it increasingly difficult to stay calm.

"Wait... I think I'm alright now."

Lu Ran firmly pressed down on Li Xingping's soft, boneless little hand.

"I am terrifyingly strong now."

He resolutely jumped off the stands and walked onto the field, with waves of cheers rising behind him.

"Why is Lu Ran on stage?" Zuo Hanzhi asked, holding a small fan, stunned.

Li Xingping placed her finger to her lips, gently biting it, her eyes deep and unfathomable. "Him? He can't stay still."

At this moment, Lu Ran finished his rotation and stepped onto the grass.

Over the loudspeaker, the commentator excitedly shouted, "Look! Lu Ran is warming up! Lu Ran is here!"

"Lu Ran caught the ball!"

"Get out of the way, dribble past the defender, position yourself, position yourself, and deliver a perfect pass! Oh well—what a pity!"

"Ah! The winger crosses from the byline, the ball deflects! Lu Ran is on the move! Should he shoot? It's not easy to get a shot off from this height..."

"Hiss! Upside-down hook! Upside-down hook!"

"Lu Ran executed a spectacular overhead kick! My god, how can he be so powerful!"

The commentators were stunned! The entire stadium erupted! The players went wild!

A deafening roar of cheers!

An unparalleled goal!

That earth-shattering kick seemed to have sent the afternoon sun flying into the goal, leaving an indelible impression on everyone's hearts—

In my youth, I wore a thin spring robe, the setting sun cast a golden glow, and red sleeves beckoned from every corner of the building.

Lu Ran's stunning goal brought a perfect end to his first year of high school, a year filled with regrets, joys, and glories.

His life was the result of a long seventeen-year preparation.

After that, it became part of the history of world literature.