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

In the front row of the classroom, several girls pretended to recite the text, but were actually chattering away.

"Wow! Lu Ran wrote another love letter to Han Zhi!" Meng Lu exclaimed.

"Hanzhi, aren't you even a little bit tempted?" Pan Jinwen teased. "This is Lu Ran! A world-class poet writing love poems for you—how romantic!"

"Girls should be reserved. Hanzhi is so clever. Look, she's earned another love poem!" Li Xingping joked.

Indeed, things are different now. In the past, Lu Ran would have been a source of amusement.

Now, Lu Ran's love letters are a rare find.

The girls burst into laughter.

Hearing this, Xia Liang said with a rather unpleasant tone, "Han Zhi, why don't you open it and let us see the great poet's new work?"

"Oh, what a strong smell of vinegar!" Li Xingping chimed in.

The women burst into laughter again.

"Don't talk nonsense." Xia Liang's face turned pale and then red.

How could she possibly be jealous? She just... just suspected that something was wrong with Lu Ran.

All he does is sleep.

But recently, how come I suddenly had a breakthrough? This doesn't make sense...

Zuo Hanzhi pushed the letter to Xia Liang in the back seat.

"I'm so envious~" Meng Lu sighed.

The girls were indeed quite envious of Zuo Hanzhi. She had never received a love letter before, especially one that was so sincere and touching.

"Ahem, I'm opening it now." Xia Liang opened the letter with a hint of nervousness while Tian Luojiao was away.

She didn't know how she felt.

A group of girls gathered around.

Upon seeing—

"I am Li Xingping."

shocked.

A variety of glances fell on Li Xingping's face.

"This... is it for Aquarius?"

Xia Liang looked at Li Xingping in astonishment. Li Xingping's face was flushed, and she couldn't say a word.

Originally, they were just bystanders, but now they've gotten themselves into the mess.

"Lu Ran is such a scumbag!" Meng Lu muttered. "He wrote a love letter to Han Zhi last week, and this week he's switched to someone else."

"Hanzhi didn't agree! This is called... being sentimental," Pan Jinwen argued.

Xia Liang frowned and continued reading—

"The days used to pass slowly,"

Carriages, horses, and mail were all very slow.

A lifetime is only enough to love one person.

It was clearly Lu Ran's handwriting, messy yet orderly.

A lifetime is only enough to love one person...

The women were stunned; it was a simple sentence, yet it was full of profound meaning.

Who could resist such sweet talk?

...If only he truly loved only one person. This thought had just crossed Xia Liang's mind.

The next moment, the elegant, flowing signature appeared below:

——Guanyin.

"Who is Guan Yin?" Xia Liang was stunned.

"...It's Zheng Yue!" He Tingting finally couldn't hold back anymore. "This letter was from Zheng Yue to Li Xingping; I threw it past her!"

Women: ...

Li Xingping retorted, "Could Zheng Yue really write such good poetry?"

He Tingting shook her head: "It must be a poem that Lu Ran wrote for Zheng Yue."

Besides Lu Ran, who else is there?

"Let me take a look." Zuo Hanzhi pondered for a long time, took the letter, and softly read the poem aloud again.

The poem is very short.

A deep love lingered slowly in the air.

All the women were captivated by him.

"Holy crap!" Meng Lu exclaimed excitedly, "Lu Ran, my idol!"

"And he's so handsome," Pan Jinwen added.

Zuo Hanzhi remained silent for a long time before saying, "It is indeed very good."

She was still somewhat unconvinced by "When You Are Old," feeling that the Western-style poem was too contrived.

But this song, "Slowly in the Past," is a genuine example of Chinese romance.

His talent was completely outclassed... If this were a fantasy novel, his Dao heart would definitely be shattered.

Li Xingping took the letter and smiled, "Hanzhi, then I'll accept this."

Zuo Hanzhi nodded and said nothing more.

Li Xingping was overjoyed. Although it was a gift from Zheng Yue, the poem was written by Lu Ran himself, making it priceless, if not invaluable.

"What about Zheng Yue?" He Tingting asked.

"So be it!" Li Xingping didn't care. "I already made it clear to him, but he insisted on pestering me. What could I do?"

"However, I still want to thank him for receiving this poem."

……

Aquarius: Thank you.

……

"What did Li Xingping say?"

She thanked me.

Zheng Yue beamed, then suddenly felt confused. "Wait, why is she thanking me?"

"How would I know?" Lu Ran shrugged; he hadn't even sorted out his own feelings yet.

They've used all the essence of human love letters.

If Zuo Hanzhi still didn't like it, then he was truly at a loss.

A sudden gust of wind stirred the curtains.

Sunlight fell on the ends of Zuo Hanzhi's hair, tinging them with a light gold and adding a touch of early summer warmth.

What seemed like an ordinary sight to the other students.

Perhaps it was because Lu Ran had a built-in filter, but she was so beautiful that he was in a daze.

Zuo Hanzhi has a face that seems unconcerned with worldly affairs, with a crescent-shaped nose, wispy eyebrows and eyes, and an air of serene solitude.

A faint smile, devoid of warmth if the ice and snow melt.

Lu Ran's heart pounded heavily.

Um... to put it simply, it's lust at first sight.

Young people are too young; they need emotions to enrich their barren spirits and lives.

But he had no way to deal with Zuo Hanzhi.

Despite Lu Ran's love letters gaining widespread fame, Zuo Hanzhi remained completely silent, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Lu Ran dreamed that Zuo Hanzhi was actually very beautiful, but her mushroom-head hairstyle sealed it away.

High school is full of such legends: girls who seem like ugly ducklings transform into dazzling goddesses after three years of metamorphosis.

"Lu Ran".

Tian Luojiao stood at the door and beckoned with her finger.

Lu Ran walked over casually. "Teacher Tian, ​​what's wrong?"

"And you're telling me? More than a dozen publishing houses have been calling me one after another, saying they want to buy the IP of 'White Night Walk'... Have I become your agent?" Tian Luojiao said helplessly.

Lu Ran felt ashamed.

No wonder Tian Luojiao was on the phone in the corridor the whole morning self-study session.

"Teacher Tian, ​​thank you for your help," Lu Ran said sincerely.

"Hehehe, do you still remember what you promised me?" Tian Luo said with a charming smile.

"I haven't forgotten about starting a literary society. We need a professional, don't we?" Lu Ran said innocently.

"A professional, huh."

Tian Luojiao leaned halfway out and beckoned with her finger again in the classroom.

"Teacher Tian?"

The girl who came running out had her captivating fox-like eyes narrowed, and her slender figure exuded youthful vivacity.

—Summer coolness.

"The professional you're referring to, is she?"

Lu Ran was surprised, but not at all strange.

Only a girl like Xia Liang, who has both money and free time, can support the literary society.

Xia Liang looked equally puzzled: "What professional?"

Tian Luojiao smiled and explained the whole story, wanting to revive the "Huaizhong Pictorial".

Xia Liang suddenly realized, and stared at Lu Ran, her eyes brightening slightly.

If it's this guy...

It seems possible...

Perhaps this could be an opportunity to rebuild the Huaizhong Literary Society!

"But..." Xia Liang glanced at him suspiciously.

"Lu Ran can only write poetry. The most important thing for him to revive the Huaizhong Pictorial is to start a new serialized novel."

Who says I can only write poetry?

"Who says he can only write poetry?"

Tian Luo smiled and said, "Have you heard of 'White Night Walk'?"