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

"Journey Under the Midnight Sun?"

Xia Liang opened her bright eyes wide. "Never heard of it. What is it?"

"...It's a web novel written by Lu Ran," Tian Luojiao awkwardly tried to save face. "It's very popular right now!"

"I don't read online novels, I only read classical literature." Xia Liang smiled apologetically. She usually reads thick books. "I read 'War and Peace,' 'And Quiet Flows the Don'... oh, they're all in their original Russian versions."

Tian Luojiao was taken aback: "You also know Russian?"

"I know a little bit, because my grandfather studied in the former Soviet Union," Xia Liang said, without any intention of boasting.

Looking at the girl, Tian Luojiao thought to herself that Class Six was truly full of hidden talents.

"If Huaizhong Pictorial is to be republished, it must have a novel as its closing piece. It can't be an online novel; it has to be a serious novel," Xia Liang said solemnly.

Online novels and traditional novels are two different things.

"This..." Tian Luojiao pondered, Lu Ran is very good at writing poetry and online novels.

But serious literature...

Without formal training, without the influence of a scholarly family, and without sufficient social experience.

Is it really possible to write it down?

But she was willing to trust Lu Ran, "Why don't we let Lu Ran give it a try?"

Xia Liang raised her chin, her watery eyes fixed on Lu Ran, as if asking: Can you do it?

Lu Ran scratched his head: "...Um, how are the royalties calculated?"

Tian Luojiao was both amused and exasperated: "The fees for newspaper articles can't compare to those for online articles."

Xia Liang calmly said, "Don't worry about that. If the publication is successful, the payment will be on par with mainstream magazines, starting at 50 yuan per thousand words and capped at 300 yuan per thousand words."

"No problem, I can contribute articles." Lu Ran smiled.

Xia Liang said, "It has to be a long novel, not a short one that can be finished in a few issues."

"Um."

At this point, there are basically no objections.

No one wanted to reorganize the Huaizhong Literary Society more than Xia Liang.

"Okay, then prepare a long serialization. Hmm, poems and essays can also be published together. We can resume accepting submissions starting today..."

Xia Liang is a decisive person. "By the way, come with me to find the principal."

"What do you want with the principal?" Lu Ran asked.

"Take back what belongs to me!" Xia Liang's eyes sparkled, like flames burning brightly.

……

Principal's Office.

The air conditioner's cold air had already made the tiles feel chilly.

Behind the pearwood desk hangs a calligraphy piece by a famous artist, while the desk is covered with various documents and files, and the computer screen is cluttered with windows.

Zheng Xianyun, dressed in a black suit, crossed her shapely legs and leaned back in a soft chair, holding her phone in one hand.

In eye protection mode, I flipped through page after page of text.

In her spare time, she often reads romance novels to relieve boredom, such as those featuring domineering CEOs or cute, handsome school boys...

Stripped of her principal status, she was no different from any other ordinary girl.

But recently, a novel called "White Night Walk" has been all over the online literature community.

At first she was just curious, but before she knew it, she was hooked.

— Tired of the typical romance novel tropes, detective novels that resonate with society offer a different kind of thrill.

Turn to the last page.

Zheng Qianyun's heart was beating a little fast.

All the evidence points to Kirihara Ryoji, and the whole truth is about to be revealed...

[P.S.: The final chapter will be updated tonight at 8 PM.]

Zheng Qianyun breathed a sigh of relief. Tonight was the finale of White Night. Just thinking about that happy moment made her feel dizzy.

Yeah, I'm going to buy a glass of red wine after get off work.

"Knock knock knock".

A knock came at the door.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open, and Xia Liang and Lu Ran stepped in, a blast of cold air hitting them.

...The guy who wrote the love letter. Zheng Qianyun remained expressionless. According to incomplete statistics, the number of couples on campus surged by 200% last week, all thanks to the bad trend started by Lu Ran.

"Principal Zheng, we are applying to reorganize the literary society!" Xia Liang got straight to the point.

"The literary society?" Zheng Qianyun frowned. "Just the two of you?"

Xia Liang thought for a moment, "More members will join later, but for now it's just the two of us."

Zheng Xianyun fell into thought.

The reorganization of the Huaizhong Literary Society is certainly a good thing.

But she naturally distrusted Lu Ran.

This kid doesn't look like the type to stay put...

"Forming a literary society is fine." Zheng Qianyun tapped the table lightly, her face showing authority. "However, I will serve as the advisor for the literary society and supervise it."

"Supervise what?" Xia Liang was completely confused, but readily agreed, "Great! Welcome Principal Zheng for your guidance."

To publish a journal, school funding is required. With the principal acting as an intermediary, this provides a convenient backdoor.

Zheng Qianyun found the documents and the key to the activity room, and said meaningfully, "This time, don't give up halfway."

Taking the keys, Xia Liang said earnestly, "Okay!"

Lu Ran was just a background character throughout the entire process.

But he had a vague feeling that things were a bit more complicated than they seemed...

Never mind, all I need to do is write some articles, it's very easy.

After all, it was Mr. Oda's request.

And then there's the honor of Huaicheng No.1 Middle School.

Lu Ran also really wanted to get the publication up and running, at least it couldn't be worse than before.

After leaving the principal's office, Xia Liang led Lu Ran to the activity room.

It was a classroom that had been idle for a long time. A long table was assembled from desks in the middle, and the chairs around it were covered with dust. Outside the window was lush greenery—large patches of ivy and morning glories.

"The environment here is quite nice."

Lu Ran looked left and right, a light and leisurely feeling falling on his shoulders, making him want to doze off.

"Stop slacking off." Xia Liang said sternly, handing him the mop. "Get to work now that you're here."

"...Hmm, I have a feeling that my high school life will be very fulfilling," Lu Ran said with emotion.

He was originally a somewhat depressed and lazy person.

Even when he dreamt of memories from a parallel world more than ten years into the future, he wasn't particularly happy.

Live life as it is meant to be.

I don't have any grand ambitions; at most, I just want to write some online novels to make money and make my family's life more comfortable.

But by a twist of fate, he was pulled into the literary society.

Xia Liang is a very proper, sunny and energetic girl. She is popular and full of fighting spirit in everything she does.

Even if you want to eat salted fish, you often have to turn it over.

"Hey Xia Liang, class has already started..." Lu Ran said casually as he mopped the floor.

"Call me President, OK?" Xia Liang sat on a high stool in front of the podium, fiddling with the whiteboard computer, his brows furrowed with a spirited air.

"Alright, President, class is about to start."

"You enjoy going to class that much?"

"No, that's not it. This is Lao Huang's class. I'll feel great listening to him brag about me," Lu Ran said honestly.

Xia Liang's expression was strained.

Ever since that love letter was published in "World Poetry".

Huang Haitang regarded Lu Ran as his most prized disciple, and would bring Lu Ran out to praise him in every class.

"Let's go then."

Xia Liang broke the key into two pieces, giving one to Lu Ran. "From today onwards, the literary society will be re-established. As for the name, we'll take one character from each of our names and call it Liangran Literary Society."

"Your serialized novel is the soul of the entire publication. You should write a rough draft and outline first, and then we can discuss it together."

"We need to publish the first issue of Huaizhong Pictorial after its resumption of publication before the final exams."

"Okay." Lu Ran nodded. "I just heard from the principal that you used to be in the literary club?"

"The old literary society... is dead." Xia Liang's smile instantly turned icy.

"..." Lu Ran remained silent.

Xia Liang silently locked the door and whispered, "Lu Ran, I believe in you."

"Believe me about what..." Lu Ran was taken aback. "Believe I can write the final novel? Believe I can make the Huaizhong Pictorial a resounding success? Believe I can make the literary society great again?"

In a subtle atmosphere, the two returned to Class Six.

Unexpectedly, the atmosphere in Class 6 was even more subtle at this moment: it was warm and enthusiastic yet tinged with a hint of silence, and in that silence, the burning passion within was barely contained.

The whole class looked up at the big screen, watching with great interest.

It was a short science fiction story.

Feed—Come Out

Huang Haitang smiled broadly when she saw Lu Ran and led the applause.

"Congratulations to Lu Ran for qualifying for the national semi-finals as the top scorer in the South China region! Congratulations!!!"

Instantly, thunderous applause erupted.