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

Chapter 3 Loving you is like loving life

The square, which had been buzzing with discussion, quieted down.

Interspersed with soft laughter, it wasn't mockery, just people having fun.

Many students are curious about how far contemporary peers can go with their love letters.

"read."

Zheng Qianyun's eyes revealed her authority as she handed the love letter to Lu Ran.

Lu Ran didn't answer, but instead grinned, showing off her white teeth: "Principal Sister."

Zheng Qianyun frowned. She had seen naughty students before, but she had never seen one so unruly.

In front of all the teachers and students, how could he possibly try to get away with it by being naive?

This principal is too fierce… Lu Ran wiped the sweat from his palms and asked, forcing a smile, “Could you read it for me?”

"Why?" Zheng Qianyun asked in surprise.

The reason she made Lu Ran go on stage to read was to make him realize his mistake.

Unexpectedly, this guy was incredibly shameless and had no sense of shame.

"Principal, you're a top-tier Chinese language teacher. My reading naturally won't be as good as yours," Lu Ran tried to flatter her.

Smooth talker!

Zheng Qianyun frowned even more deeply, her impression of this little rascal was extremely bad.

She discovered the love letter by chance.

Huang Haitang brought Lu Ran's love letter to the Chinese language grade group for everyone to appreciate, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Just then, Zheng Qianyun happened to pass by and, upon learning it was written by a student, immediately flew into a rage.

Since Zheng Xianyun was transferred to the position of principal, she has been known for being cold and unapproachable.

She immediately took the love letter to the Monday rally and used it as a typical example to criticize and rectify the school's atmosphere and discipline.

Making Lu Ran read the love letter was a pretext for public execution!

How could we allow him to get away with this?

"Read it yourself, don't miss a single word!" Zheng Qianyun's expression was cold and stern, her eyes like knives.

Lu Ran scratched his head helplessly and took the microphone.

Read it aloud.

Lu Ran looked at the crowd in the square, holding a draft paper in his hand. His posture was upright and his features were upright. His carefree temperament suddenly became gentle and handsome.

"Hey, hey."

He imitated Zheng Xianyun and patted the microphone.

Yes, the sound was very loud and could be heard in every corner of the square.

"Dear teachers and classmates, good morning. I am Lu Ran from Class 6, Grade 1. Today I will be reciting my love letter."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Zheng Qianyun.

You only said not a single word could be omitted, so is it okay if I add a few sentences?

Zheng Qianyun's fierce expression remained unchanged, like an ancient block of ice.

"Slap slap... slap slap slap..."

A few students did applaud, but it was a sparse crowd.

For no other reason than that.

Just look at Ran-ge's calm and composed demeanor in the face of danger.

Lu Ran glanced at the students sitting in the front row.

My gaze fell on a girl in a white school uniform from Class 7.

Zhao Yishuang.

She has a serene and gentle oval face, fair skin, and a delicate nose, giving people a tranquil and reserved feeling.

Lu Ran's feelings for her were complicated, partly due to the awkwardness of first love and partly due to the bitterness of being rejected.

but……

This love letter is dedicated to another girl.

Lu Ran didn't need to look at the manuscript; she looked at the girl in her class who always kept her head down and had a low ponytail. Although she was beautiful without realizing it, at the graduation party in her dream, her dance amazed everyone.

He gave a casual smile, his tone as bright as sunlight: "Hello, Zuo Hanzhi."

Zuo Hanzhi?

Most students were completely baffled when they heard this name.

Aside from Zhao Yishuang, who was first in her grade, and Xia Liang, who was exceptionally beautiful, few girls were as well-known throughout the entire school.

Only the students in Class 6 turned around in shock.

Looking at the girl with bangs and a low ponytail, she was usually quiet and unremarkable, with no particular distinguishing features...

Lu Ran's love letter was actually written to her?

The girls in the front row all looked at Xia Liang.

At first, they guessed that Lu Ran's love letter was written to Xia Liang...

After all, Lu Ran pursued Zhao Yishuang relentlessly when school started, and Xia Liang was just as famous as Zhao Yishuang.

Little did anyone know that after he fell in love with someone else, his love letters were written to the little-known Zuo Hanzhi.

Xia Liang's usually cheerful face turned pale and then flushed, and became slightly hot in the sunlight.

The fingernails, held in the palm, slightly etched into the center...

Compared to girls who are keen on gossip, boys treat it like a holiday.

"Awesome, warrior!"

"Reading a love letter in front of the whole school, what's the difference between that and confessing your feelings in public?"

"Case solved! It turns out Lu Ran likes Zuo Hanzhi!"

"One is a god of sleep, the other is mute, they're actually quite a good match, hahaha..."

At this moment, I hear harsh comments.

Zuo Hanzhi ignored her. She raised her head slightly and looked at the boy standing straight on the platform with some confusion.

Why was he able to speak without changing his expression in front of thousands of people?

Does he not care at all what others think of him?

Lu Ran took a deep breath. The memories in his dream brought him not only poetry and novels, but also a calm and composed life experience.

Love letter? So what if it's a love letter? Can't I even say I like someone?

He was sincere and open, and recited the text aloud:

Hello, Zuo Hanzhi!

"No matter how mediocre I am, I always feel that my love for you is beautiful. I give you my whole soul, along with its quirks, its tantrums, its mood swings, and its 1,800 bad habits. It's really awful, but it has one good point: it loves you."

The sun shines warmly.

The cacophony suddenly subsided.

Only Lu Ran's voice could be heard reciting aloud.

"I can say with certainty that I like you, miss you, and want you. After thinking it over and over, all I can think about is you."

"Really, I want to love you well, very well."

"Loving you is like loving life itself."

"If you're willing, I'll love you forever."

"If you are unwilling, I will miss you forever."

"I made up a silly poem today. I dedicate it to you."

Lu Ran became increasingly impassioned, while the crowd grew increasingly silent.

Everyone's thoughts were like a pot of boiling water, all fixed on Lu Ran.

Loving you is like loving life itself?

Zheng Qianyun's eyes widened, moved by the sight, and she didn't even have time to muster her anger.

Wild!

Very wild!

She hadn't read the contents of the love letter before and assumed it was just some clichés, but hearing it now was like being overwhelmed by a stormy sea!

The language is simple yet powerful, and full of poetry!

Are you kidding me?! Is this a love letter that a high school freshman could write?

In her daze, Zheng Qianyun had forgotten the original intention of the public execution.

She just wanted to hear that so-called "bad poem".

All the teachers and students in the square were looking at the boy on the high platform in the wind.

Obsession, awe, admiration... Words fail me, only silence remains.

Huang Haitang suppressed his excitement, vaguely sensing that this scene might be recorded in history.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Lu Ran paused for a moment before speaking: "When you are old, with gray hair and deep sleep."

"When you are tired by the fire, take down this book."

"Read it slowly, and look back at the eyes of those who dreamed back then."

"That gentle and beautiful expression and the deep, mysterious shadows."

"How many loved your moments of glad grace."