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

Really? Absolutely?

Lu Ran glanced at the rounded figure wrapped in the black suit jacket, then caught a glimpse of the woman's furious face, and wisely lowered his hands.

Never mind, don't make my Aunt Yun angry.

"Auntie." Zuo Hanzhi hugged Lu Ran's waist, her eyes bright. "Do you want a hug too?"

Zheng Qianyun: "..."

She angrily pulled Zuo Hanzhi away, her brows furrowed, and glared at Lu Ran.

Every time she heard Hanzhi call her aunt, she couldn't hold back her tears.

"The Return of the Condor Heroes" has now surpassed five million collections on the online literature website, and its average subscription is approaching four hundred thousand!

The storyline became a hit beyond its original scope.

The pairing of Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu is deeply ingrained in people's hearts. Auntie—is this kid doing this on purpose?

Could this guy be a womanizer?

Lu Ran chuckled: "Principal, I'm not a student at Huaizhong anymore. Is it illegal to hug a good friend?"

Good friend Zuo Hanzhi nodded vigorously in agreement: "Yes~"

"Right about what!"

Zheng Qianyun glanced at the girls in front of her. Which one of them wasn't as beautiful as a fairy? Which one wasn't as proud as a princess? Yet they all seemed to revolve around Lu Ran.

But one has to admit...

Lu Ran is truly a succubus.

Zheng Qianyun crossed her arms and glanced at Lu Ran sideways. "I'm leaving now. I'll leave Huai Zhong a poem, just... consider it a love letter to Huai Zhong."

"The principal is reluctant to let me go, isn't he?" Lu Ran chuckled, leaning against the railing and gazing at the familiar and beautiful campus, a sense of melancholy welling up inside him.

Seeing Lu Ran's expression.

Zuo Hanzhi stared blankly at Lu Ran, who was not easily moved by emotions. Whenever his emotions were revealed, it meant...

He's going to write a poem.

"I left quietly."

"Just as I came softly;

I gently waved my hand.

"Farewell to the clouds of the western sky."

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Lu Ran waved to the sunset, as if saying goodbye, or perhaps as if making a heartfelt confession.

"The golden willows by the riverbank,"

"She is a bride in the sunset;"

"The shimmering reflection in the water"

"It stirs within my heart..."

Everyone watched him quietly.

Every sentence about Huaizhong is so beautiful.

Although life in the first year of high school is busy and classes can be tedious.

But here you'll find the best teachers and classmates...

We ate snacks together, did silly things together, and chatted aimlessly about everything under the sun, discussing our dreams...

All the laughter is contained within it.

"Seeking a dream? Holding a long pole..."

"Wandering towards where the grass is greener;

"A boat laden with starlight"

"Singing in the starlight."

Lu Ran turned around and looked at everyone's reluctant expressions.

But I can't play songs.

"Silence is the sound of parting;"

Even the summer insects fell silent for me.

"Silence is the silence of Huaizhong tonight!"

He smiled and waved, then retreated step by step to the top of the stairs.

Quietly, I left.

"Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeves,

"Without taking away a single cloud."

……

Old Xu spent his whole life pursuing love, freedom, and beauty.

This poem is not merely a farewell to Cambridge.

It is also a farewell to the white moonlight.

Yes, Cambridge is where Xu Zhimo first met Lin Huiyin, the place where he fell in love at first sight...

They will ultimately be trapped by things they cannot obtain for their entire lives.

Of course, Lu Ran was unaware of these things.

He only had some vague and lingering fragments of memory because of the dream.

The scene evoked my emotions.

So he used this poem, "Saying Goodbye to Cambridge Again," and imbued it with his own emotions.

This modern poem possesses both architectural beauty and the richness of a rich oil painting.

This poem will be etched in the hearts of the girls and will become a shared memory of their youth.

Zheng Qianyun felt a pang of sadness... This poem will probably become even more famous than Huaizhong in the future.

……

"A beautiful poem."

Lu Ran walked past the corner of the stairs and saw a boy squatting in the corner. He took off the poster on his face and squeezed out an expression that looked like a cry or a smile.

"Brother Lu, you are a god, a true god."

Zhou Jiahao hugged his knees, a bitter look on his dejected face.

He had been waiting for Lu Ran since school ended.

Then, I saw the prettiest girls in the grade chatting away in the hallway.

Yes, they were talking about Lu Ran.

For the first time, Zhou Jiahao felt a sudden awakening.

Everything he did was aimed at attracting attention.

Keluran does not need it.

He was so indifferent and nonchalant, yet he easily captured everyone's attention.

You can't compare yourself to others...

Before Lu Ran wrote the love letter.

Whether it's genuinely pursuing Zhao Yishuang or willingly indulging in sleep depravity.

They never cared about what others thought.

He simply does what he wants.

Zhou Jiahao didn't dare to show his face, so he hid on the stairs and secretly watched, and then he saw what had just happened.

Lu Rantian shamelessly hugged the five prettiest girls in the grade.

Strangely, Zhou Jiahao couldn't feel the slightest bit of jealousy.

It's as if... this man is meant to be so carefree and unrestrained.

After Lu Ran finished reciting the poem, Zhou Jiahao had become his most loyal follower.

"Thank you." Lu Ran continued downstairs.

"Brother Lu, God Lu, please!" Zhou Jiahao followed, his face contorted with grief. "I really have no other choice... Please, save the child..."

Lu Ran frowned.

……

After a while.

The two sat in a coffee shop outside the school.

Zhou Jiahao started by recounting how he gambled on football, losing all of his parents' hard-earned savings. Now his mother is seriously ill in bed, and they are burdened with a lot of debt...

He said, "Since I'm going to jump off a building anyway, I might as well take another gamble."

Then, the debt grew even larger.

"Brother Lu, I know I'm in a difficult situation, but I really have no other choice..." Zhou Jiahao said, choking back tears.

Lu Ran sighed: "Personality determines destiny."

Zhou Jiahao said, "I'm not here to borrow money from you, and I'm too ashamed to ask for money anyway. I want to know... how did you change so much, Brother Lu..."

Lu Ran had experienced the darkest night.

I sleep during class and just stare blankly after class, living in a daze, like a walking corpse.

Everyone thought the child was beyond saving.

but……

In just a few months, Lu Ran was like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Witness his dramatic transformation firsthand.

Zhou Jiahao was like a drowning man desperately grasping at a straw—

"Well," Lu Ran said casually, "there's really no secret to it."

"A person is actually undergoing a transformation during their most painful period—pain has power."

"We're already at the bottom; whichever way we go, it's upwards, isn't it?"

Zhou Jiahao pondered the deeper meaning behind his words.

"How much money does your family owe?" Lu Ran asked.

"I owe more than 200,000 yuan, and my mother needs more than 100,000 yuan for surgery..." Zhou Jiahao's expression was gloomy.

"Still want to gamble?" Lu Ran asked.

"No... I won't gamble anymore..." Zhou Jiahao flipped through the magazine in his hand, tears and snot streaming down his face. "Brother Lu, your 'Living' saved my life. I stayed up all night on my rooftop, and I couldn't bear to jump."

"I feel like I'm Fugui, addicted to gambling, and I almost drove my mother to her death..."

"But Fugui is even worse off than me. Even after he reformed, fate still didn't let him off the hook... It's all retribution... I'm afraid I'll end up like that too..."

Lu Ran shook his head: "Alright, stop crying."

"What kind of behavior is it for a grown man to cry like that?"

"It's just a debt of a few hundred thousand, we can earn it back."

"Is...is that possible?" Zhou Jiahao raised his head blankly.

"You are applying for a one-year leave of absence from school."

Lu Ran looked at him coldly, as if he were looking at his own weak soul. "You caused this mess yourself, so you can't blame it all on your father."

"Then... what will I do after I drop out of school?" Zhou Jiahao asked.

"Go carry bricks, go wash dishes, go do honest work. Many children younger than you can support themselves."

Lu Ran said, "If I take the gamble again, I'll chop off a finger. It's that simple."

"...I...I understand." Zhou Jiahao gritted his teeth and looked at Lu Ran gratefully. "Thank you, Lu Ran."

At this moment, Lu Ran had become his pillar of support.

He clutched the magazine tightly.

He got up and left.

Go look for construction sites nearby that are hiring.

Reading? What's the point of reading? Let's pay off our debts first...

Suddenly he heard a sound behind him.

"Oh, by the way, after you finish your daily work, why don't you try writing a novel and write down your personal experiences?"

"Stop gambling."

……

The coffee shop has an elegant ambiance.

Lu Ran dialed the contact number for the Tencent program team.

The other party indicated that they had arrived in Huaicheng.

So they agreed to meet at this coffee shop.

Lu Ran sipped his silky latte, watching the sunset slowly descend.

He didn't have much ill will towards Zhou Jiahao.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old kids aren't inherently bad; they're just a bit vain.

If Zhou Jiahao can persevere for a year to pay off his debts and experience the coldness and warmth of human relationships in reality, it's not impossible that he might become a novelist.

The three-line love letter competition shows that Zhou Jiahao does have some literary talent, but he has gone astray.

Fortunately, life is very forgiving of mistakes, and it's never too late to mend one's ways.

A moment later, the bell rang loudly.

Have the production crew arrived yet?

Lu Ran turned around.

She saw several people surrounding a tall and slender woman with charming peach blossom eyes, walking towards her with a beaming smile.

Tap, tap, tap...

It's like knocking on the door of my heart.