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

After venting her emotions, Tian Luojiao was able to calm herself down.

She slumped into Lu Ran's gaming chair, grimacing, and cursed, "You rich bastard!"

There are so many online novels on the terminal novel website.

How many of them will be published?

Even if it could be published, who could print 100,000 copies in the first run?

What Tian Luojiao found most unbelievable was how old Lu Ran was.

In comparison, the 300,000 yuan was just an extra expense.

No, 300,000 is outrageous!

Tian Luojiao had worked before.

After graduating from English major, she chose to become a teacher for an easier job, thinking she would have weekends off and summer and winter vacations.

But... it's really not easy at all!

If there's an English morning reading session, I have to get up at six o'clock; a dozen or so classes a week can make my voice hoarse; grading homework often keeps me up until late at night...

The resulting salary is only a meager few thousand yuan per month, which is disheartening.

In contrast, Lu Ran...

Writing a novel can earn you hundreds of thousands of yuan, although writing a novel is not easy, especially a mystery novel. The relationships between the characters alone can be confusing, not to mention that every clue is intricately connected.

Wow, that's amazing... I'm so envious... I want to...

Looking at the exhausted English teacher, Lu Ran said with a grin, "This contract was signed in Teacher Tian's name. If the teacher runs away with the money, there's nothing I can do."

Tian Luojiao spat at him, "Even though the teacher is poor, he still has integrity!"

"What I mean is, you're my agent, so this is just a small token of my appreciation." Lu Ran knew that for him, "White Night Walk" was just the beginning. "Please accept it."

"No, no, I can't accept it..." Tian Luojiao swallowed hard, a resolute look appearing on her face.

"Twenty thousand yuan a month, just a small token of my respect."

"I said no!"

Tian Luojiao fled from Lu Ran's room like a frightened rabbit.

Lu Ran scratched his head helplessly.

There's no other way but to find opportunities to make it up to Ms. Xiaotian in our daily lives.

Yes, make sure the "Huaizhong Pictorial" is run well.

Tian Luojiao ran back to her room from the living room in the dark, her heart pounding like she was holding a rabbit. Twenty thousand... Many girls who have been kept as mistresses don't even get that much money. What backbone!

Show some backbone!

In the dead of night, separated by only a wall, Lu Ran, with his innocent heart, was unaware that Teacher Xiao Tian, ​​now an adult, was keeping him awake all night.

He was calculating when the royalties would arrive in his account.

The advance payment of 300,000 yuan in royalties will be made next week.

The royalties of over 500,000 yuan will be received on the 10th of next month;

The adaptation fee deposit of 4,998,000 yuan, totaling 1,499,400 yuan, will be paid upon signing the film and television adaptation contract...

With high hopes for the future.

Lu Ran closed his eyes and drifted into a sweet dream.

……

The next day.

Lu Ran woke up early, which was unusual for him, before dawn.

I went out for a morning run and had breakfast on the side. I ordered a bowl of luxurious rice noodle rolls with meat and egg, which filled me up completely.

I also picked up two bottles of yogurt while passing by the supermarket near the school gate.

Upon arriving at the classroom, I gave Zheng Yue a bottle.

"Is this for me?" Zheng Yue was overjoyed, tears welling in her eyes. "Brother Ran, you've been so good to me. I have no way to repay you but to offer myself to you..."

"Don't give me that, it's too gay."

Lu Ran read his Chinese textbook for a while but couldn't fall asleep, so he simply opened the official website of the Three-Line Love Letter Competition.

Each person is limited to three submissions and must be registered with their real name.

Lu Ran ate some yogurt, randomly selected three songs, and submitted them.

Whether or not they can pass the preliminary selection depends on whether sharp-eyed netizens can give them a chance.

After a leisurely morning reading session, the morning classes are math, chemistry, language, and foreign languages.

Lu Ran was half listening to the lecture and half slacking off. When he looked up, he realized it was only the second period. Sigh, time was passing so slowly.

You always need to find something to do to pass the time...

He glanced back and forth, watching Zuo Hanzhi's retreating figure, reluctant to look away.

like.

Ultimately, it all boils down to lust at first sight.

Whether it was his infatuation with Zhao Yishuang last semester or his love letter offensive towards Zuo Hanzhi, it was all due to being blinded by lust...

There's nothing I can do about it; that's just his taste.

A girl who is cold and indifferent to you has a special kind of charm.

"Ding-a-ling..."

As soon as get out of class ended, Huang Haitang appeared in the classroom and said to Lu Ran, "The time and place for the semi-finals have been set. It's next Saturday at the provincial library. Get ready, and I'll pick you up at the school gate that morning."

"Okay." Lu Ran nodded.

Huang Haitang hesitated for a moment, then patted his beloved student on the shoulder and left.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. He had high hopes for Lu Ran, but he didn't want to put too much pressure on him. Creation requires skill and depth, but it also requires a flash of inspiration.

The semi-finals are a gathering of top players from the South China region.

The fixed-point assignment and time limit put the contestants' mindset and experience to the test.

"Brother Ran, keep going, you can do it!" Zheng Yue said sincerely.

"Hmm." Lu Ran nodded calmly.

Before we knew it, it was time for rice again.

I didn't race against the noisy army of dry rice.

Lu Ran brought Zheng Yue to the stir-fry canteen. The dishes here were generally five yuan more expensive than in the canteen, but they tasted better.

Zheng Yue hesitated for a moment. His family was of modest means, and they usually saved money by eating well. He could manage to afford a decent meal occasionally if he gritted his teeth.

"Beep." Lu Ran swiped his card and helped Zheng Yue swipe hers as well.

"Brother Ran, please don't do this, I..." Zheng Yue said in horror, then smiled charmingly, "My chrysanthemum will always be reserved for you."

"Lotus root..."

Lu Ran was speechless at this idiot.

The two sat down, and Zheng Yue regained a bit of seriousness, asking curiously, "Ran-ge, did your house get demolished for compensation? Did you find out you're a rich second-generation?"

"More or less." Lu Ran didn't need to hide anything from his best friend. "I recently wrote a novel and earned some royalties."

"Write a novel?" Zheng Yue was taken aback.

"Yes, online novels."

"Online novels, huh? They really do make money. What did you write? I'll tip you."

"White Night Walk," Lu Ran said casually.

"What?!" Zheng Yue nearly choked on her food in shock. "You wrote that?! Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

It was shocking at first.

But upon closer examination, it actually makes a lot of sense.

Lu Ran had already made a name for himself in the poetry world and won first place in the essay competition, so writing a novel was naturally a piece of cake for him.

However, Zheng Yue was still genuinely injured: "No, bro, you mean you're a legendary author on Qidian.com, the one and only true god, the pioneer of detective novels with 200,000 subscriptions, the supreme monarch of the online literature world, the one who carries a knife but no umbrella on rainy nights?"

"it's me."

Lu Ran slowly picked up a piece of braised pork that looked like a potato, and after chewing it, he found that it was actually a piece of ginger.

To maintain his sophisticated image, he calmly ate it.

"My God!" Zheng Yue's gaze towards Lu Ran completely changed. "A legendary author is right next to me... Holy crap!"

"What are you talking about?"

A melodious, bell-like voice rang out.

Zheng Yue glanced over instinctively and saw Xia Liang, her classmate. Xia Liang was holding a tray and sat down opposite Lu Ran as if they were old friends.

"Can we share a table?"

Li Xingping smiled gently and sat down opposite Zheng Yue. Her refreshing smile dazzled him.

Zheng Yue didn't dare to look directly at the pretty girl and avoided her gaze.

"What are you talking about? What kind of legendary author?" Xia Liang asked with a smile.

Zheng Yue wanted to help her friend show off, so she blurted out, "Lu Ran is a legendary author!"

Xia Liang and Li Xingping exchanged a glance, both somewhat confused.

"I've only ever heard of the distinction between top-tier and first-rate writers. Which category do hall-of-fame writers belong to?" Xia Liang asked.

"Hall of Fame authors are the supreme gods in online novels. You know White Night Walk, right? It was written by Lu Ran!" Zheng Yue shook her head proudly, "My buddy is a Hall of Fame author."

"Oh, that's impressive." Xia Liang had heard Tian Luojiao mention before that Lu Ran had written a web novel called "White Night Walk," but she hadn't paid much attention to it.

After all, in this era, serious novels are literature, while online novels are just fast food.

It's not presentable.

"It's not just impressive, it's incredibly impressive! Two hundred thousand subscriptions! You don't understand how valuable Brother Ran's work is..." Zheng Yue shook her head repeatedly, looking regretful.

"It's still online literature," Li Xingping said casually.

Zheng Yue's face flushed red, her lips trembled slightly, and she stared at Li Xingping, unable to utter a word.

Suddenly, the filter of that white moonlight shattered.

He laughed at himself inwardly, "Ha, how silly of me."

Lu Ran patted his good brother who was indignant on his behalf, and looked at Li Xingping with a half-smile, "You don't write online novels, so you see me as a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky."

"If you write online novels, seeing me is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky."