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

Lu Ran shrank back.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of teachers, he simply couldn't bring himself to say, "Could you please give it back to me?"

A sentence I made up in my dream has attracted so many viewers...

The community is going to die!

"Lu Ran, did you write this love letter?" Chinese teacher Huang Haitang pushed up her glasses and asked kindly.

"No, it's not..." Lu Ran said.

"Don't be modest, I've searched online, and you won't find such timeless verses!" said Tian Luojiao, the English teacher standing nearby.

"Lu Ran, your handwriting has already given you away," Huang Haitang said with a chuckle.

"To be able to write such beautiful poems at such a young age, is this the power of love?" Tian Luojiao exclaimed in amazement.

Zhang Xuan frowned. The poem was well-written, but there was no need to praise it endlessly...

"Lu Ran, it's understandable that you're young and infatuated, but if you put that energy into your studies..." Zhang Xuan said, repeating his usual refrain.

"Hey! Teacher Zhang." Huang Haitang waved his hand, "Such a talented student should not be buried in a sea of ​​test questions, but should instead pursue a literary path."

"That's right, this poem is better than many other poems I've read. Soon our No. 1 Middle School will have a great poet," Tian Luo said with a smile.

"Is it that amazing?" Zhang Xuan was stunned.

"I'm not entirely sure..." Huang Haitang hesitated, "I'll take it to the grade leader for review!"

With that, Huang Haitang grabbed a draft paper and hurried away.

"No, I..." Lu Ran's lips twitched. How many people did he have to show his embarrassing past to?

Zhang Xuan looked at Lu Ran, his feelings were also a bit complicated.

He thought he had caught a typical case of early romantic relationships, which is why he flew into a rage.

Unexpectedly, a poetry prodigy was discovered by accident.

"cough."

Zhang Xuan called Lu Ran to his desk, his face stern, and said, "Lu Ran, about the love letter... explain yourself!"

Although Huaicheng No.1 Middle School has a relaxed management style, it neither prohibits nor encourages it.

But learning should always come first, and that's true in any world.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm innocent!" Lu Ran quickly protested. "I just suddenly had an inspiration and wrote a few lines of poetry. It doesn't count as a love letter."

"Really?" Zhang Xuan asked, his face full of doubt.

"Absolutely true." Lu Ran's tone was firm. He had no interest in romance right now; focusing on his career was the right path for a man!

"That's good." Zhang Xuan squinted. "Actually, I've always thought you're very smart. Getting into a top university should be a piece of cake for you. Take Zhao Yishuang, the classmate you admire, for example. She got first place in the midterm exam. You should learn from her diligence and hard work..."

Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar name, Lu Ran was taken aback.

Zhao Yishuang was the girl he fell in love with at first sight on the first day of school, and also the unattainable white moonlight who repeatedly rejected him.

However, that's all in the past.

Lu Ran smiled and said, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang. I will try my best to get into a better university."

"Uh..." Zhang Xuan was taken aback, looking at the boy's childish face in front of him, feeling that he had suddenly become mature.

"Teacher Zhang, broaden your perspective a bit," Tian Luojiao said with a smile as she walked over. "Since Lu Ran is interested in literature, you could let him participate in the national essay competition without interfering with his studies."

"Not only will it bring honor to the school, but it can also help us get admitted to Peking University with a lower admission score."

"Hmm?" Lu Ran's eyes lit up. "Lowering the admission score, can I get a guaranteed admission?"

Zhang Xuan wanted to say it was impossible, but then he thought of Huang Haitang's excited appearance, which made him wonder if this kid was really a genius.

"Admission without examination? That requires winning first prize in a major competition, and there are only a handful of first prizes nationwide. The requirements are extremely strict..." Zhang Xuan said cautiously, "If you're interested, there's no harm in giving it a try."

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Zhang! Thank you, Teacher Tian!" Lu Ran's mind started working.

That would be amazing if I could get into Peking University in my first year of high school!

Classic works are classics because they have stood the test of time. It shouldn't be too difficult for me to win first prize in a high school essay competition, right?

To use a phrase from "The Three-Body Problem," this is pure dimensional reduction attack.

"Lu Ran, don't be too happy yet. This essay competition isn't like writing poetry. You'll be competing against contestants from all over the country, including many child prodigies..."

Zhang Xuan couldn't help but pour cold water on the idea, saying, "Winning first prize? It's going to be incredibly difficult!"

Tian Luojiao giggled and said, "Teacher Zhang has so little faith in Lu Ran! I have high hopes for him! Go, Lu Ran, go win an award for your Teacher Zhang!"

"Okay." Lu Ran nodded, accepting the English teacher's encouragement and blessings.

"Whether you pursue literature or not, don't neglect your studies. Go on." Zhang Xuan hesitated before continuing.

What he didn't say aloud was that love requires a good match in terms of social standing.

He was extremely worried about Lu Ran's face.

He had complete confidence in Zhao Yishuang's family background.

Lu Ran nodded in agreement, dragging his feet out of the office, still carrying a hint of excitement.

—The National Essay Competition is jointly organized by major prestigious universities.

The first prize winner is guaranteed admission to a prestigious domestic university.

He plans to go back and find out more about who can get a guaranteed admission and who should continue studying in the usual way.

……

Back to Class 6 of Grade 1.

The students dragged their chairs, making a clattering sound as they walked out of the corridor.

This is the weekly gathering held every Monday.

The entire faculty and students gathered in the square to listen to the speeches and reports.

As they went downstairs, Zheng Yue chuckled mischievously, "Ran-ge, I heard you wrote a love letter to Liang-jie?"

Summer coolness? Lu Ran frowned deeply.

The bright golden sunlight shone into the stairwell, where several girls walking ahead gathered together, laughing and joking, occasionally turning their heads to look back.

Xia Liang laughed brightly, her clear, bell-like laughter carrying far and wide, perhaps mocking herself for being a toad trying to eat swan meat.

"It's not a love letter," Lu Ran stubbornly insisted.

"Great! I really wanted to read your poems, but unfortunately Old Zhang took them!" Zheng Yue said with great regret.

"Get the hell out of here." The thought of Huang Haitang showing his love letters to a group of teachers for critique filled Lu Ran with a sense of helplessness...

If I had known I would get caught, I wouldn't have used my real name!

Indeed, when he was inspired to write poetry, he did casually jot down a few lines of very pure yet ambiguous love words...

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been diagnosed as a love letter by Lao Zhang.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh, and the square was teeming with people.

Thousands of students sat in their respective classroom areas, the early summer sun blazing down on them, and the atmosphere of the assembly was as calm as ever.

As always, Zheng Qianyun, the principal of No. 1 Middle School, had her shoulder-length black hair perfectly styled, wore a dignified black suit, and had a sharp and authoritative gaze. She tapped the microphone twice.

Normally, she would read a long and tedious speech.

But today, all she had in her hand was a thin sheet of draft paper...

Principal Zheng's face was frosty, and his voice contained barely suppressed anger.

"Have you been taking your studies too easy? You dare to hand out love letters in class! How audacious! Who wrote this? Come up here and read it to the class! You have the guts to write love letters, but not the guts to come up on stage?!"

I go!

He got arrested for writing love letters?

They will be publicly executed!

The students in the square looked at each other in disbelief, their hearts pounding with fear.

As everyone knows, Principal Zheng is cold-hearted, but he can't tolerate even the slightest injustice.

If she catches me, I'm really doomed.

The students in Class 6 were stunned and all looked at Lu Ran. If this had gone to the principal, things would be in big trouble.

Zheng Yue stared in disbelief: "Brother Ran..."

"It's alright, I'll be right back."

Lu Ran glanced at the unsuspecting Lao Zhang, calmly took a step forward, and walked up the steps to the high platform, facing the gaze of thousands of eyes.