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

on Monday.

Due to well-known reasons, students will only have three days of school this week. Starting from Wednesday evening, first and second-year high school students will have a five-day holiday to study at home, which is incredibly convenient.

Early in the morning, Lu Ran packed his schoolbag and left home.

I grabbed my power bank, phone, and campus card, but the flute was a bit hard to put away, with half of it sticking out of my backpack zipper.

He brushed his bangs aside, revealing a refreshing and handsome young man in ancient style.

Lu Ran locked the door with his key, glanced at Zuo Hanzhi's door, and ultimately decided not to be presumptuous.

"Offering to go to school together, what's the difference between that and confessing your feelings?"

No no no.

While there's no need to hide your feelings for her, you must keep them well-hidden.

Zhao Yishuang's cold rejection still echoed in my ears.

We can't have a relationship too early... We can't have a relationship too early... We can't have a relationship too early...

A declaration of love should be a triumphant song, not a battle cry.

From this perspective, it's actually a good thing that Zuo Hanzhi mistook the love letter for a declaration of war.

Lu Ran left the residential area lost in thought.

Passing by a newsstand, he stopped and glanced at the dazzling array of magazines: *Reader*, *Yilin*, *Youth Digest*...

Tucked among serious literary publications was a laminated copy of "Journey Under the Midnight Sun".

"Boss, do you have Huaizhong Pictorial?" Lu Ran asked.

"Oh, you're late. A classmate just bought them all," the shopkeeper said.

Will you restock?

"We don't restock these kinds of small publications. You can try other newsstands or bookstores."

"Oh, okay. How much for a copy of 'Journey Under the Midnight Sun'?"

"45 pieces."

So expensive… Lu Ran scanned the code and bought a copy. The book was beautifully decorated, and the cover was full of praise.

The publisher had previously asked him if he wanted to hold a book signing event.

Lu Ran wisely declined.

If a web novel becomes popular online and even has the opportunity to be published, it's because of the support of its readers.

But who really wants to know you, carrying a knife on a rainy night without an umbrella?

She's not some pretty girl writer.

To actually hold a book signing event would be pure self-deception—many third-rate authors' signing events are deserted.

Before I even started my morning reading, the clouds on the horizon were gradually being bathed in the morning light.

Lu Ran put down his schoolbag in the classroom, took his xiao (vertical flute) and went to Boya Building. He found a quiet and spacious corridor and practiced the xiao in the morning sun.

Music helps to soothe a jumbled mind and bring peace.

……

In the gradually brightening classroom.

Students arrived one after another, chatting amongst themselves or taking out their vocabulary books to memorize words.

Xia Liang turned around and glanced at Lu Ran's empty seat.

She wanted to share some good news—all the copies of "Huaizhong Pictorial" at the off-campus newsstand were sold out!

By focusing on small details, I demonstrated a great success with my strategy!

"Such great news can only be shared with Aquarius."

But Li Xingping was still nowhere to be found.

Xia Liang thought to herself, "Could she have gone to Boya Building to practice dancing?"

Boya Building, also known as Huaizhong's Art Building, has multi-functional music classrooms on the second and third floors and an art museum on the top floor.

The dance studio is on the first floor.

A full-length mirror is used to clearly see one's posture and movements.

The barre is used in dance to stretch the legs and open the shoulders.

On the natural wood floor, a girl with her hair in a bun danced gracefully, her shoulders and neck relaxed, her controlled movements lending a unique charm to her school uniform. Only at these moments did she feel truly alive, without needing to suppress her emotions.

"Who?"

Li Xingping looked towards the door with displeasure.

She turned off the Bluetooth speaker, put on light purple canvas shoes, and came to the door with a gloomy face.

"Star Aquarius, you really are here. I came from the cafeteria and brought you some food. Your mom said you work hard practicing dance and need to eat more."

Du Fan leaned against the wall, smiling as he handed over bread and yogurt.

His words left Li Xingping with no choice but to say: "It was your mother who asked me to take care of you."

"Thank you." Li Xingping took it and wiped her sweat with the white handkerchief hanging around her neck.

Du Fan was almost mesmerized when he saw her long, fair neck. There was a reason why this girl had four top male idols under her command and was the most popular among the boys.

The subtle charm of a young girl's every smile and frown is most irresistible.

Of course, compared to Xia Liang's dazzling and intimidating beauty, her gentle and mild beauty is not aggressive and does not make people feel that she is out of reach.

If the former is a fine, strong liquor, then the latter is a cup of unnamed tea, its sweetness only beginning to be appreciated in its subtlety.

Du Fan glanced at the practice room: "The school's facilities are too basic. A bunch of people are using it, and it smells terrible..."

Li Xingping stood in the corridor, not touching his breakfast.

Du Fan continued, "If you want to pursue a career in dance, I know a renowned teacher who studied in Russia. She has a dedicated dance studio where professionals can do professional work."

Li Xingping tried her best to restrain herself: "No need, dancing is just my hobby."

"A hobby? You can't just practice it on your own. Leave this to me." Du Fan took out his phone. "Everything you have is everything I have."

Li Xingping was dumbfounded.

She now understood Xia Liang's feelings; Du Fan was even worse than Zhou Jiahao.

The vanity of being fawned over by boys gradually wore her down.

"I'm sorry, I may have misled you before... You are very outstanding, with a good family background and excellent grades. I am not good enough for you." Li Xingping said carefully, taking into account the relationship between the two families.

"How could that be? We're a perfect match, and our parents have also told us to spend more time together," Du Fan said affectionately. "If there's anything you don't like about me, I'm willing to change for you."

Just then, a rapid, urgent sound of a flute pierced through the lush green leaves and branches.

So desolate and poignant, so sorrowful and lingering.

Du Fan felt more and more that his affection was ingrained in his very bones.

"Damn it! Who the hell is playing that background music?!" Li Xingping cursed inwardly, but still smiled sweetly on the surface: "If only people were that easy to change. To be honest, I like poetry. If you could write a poem that I would love, I'd be happy to pursue you~"

Suddenly.

A slow, melodious guzheng melody drifted closer, light and clear, like wisps of smoke meandering in.

It highlights the sweet thoughts in a young girl's heart.

Who the hell put that music here?! Li Xingping gritted her teeth, glancing around and locking onto the music room next door.

Upon hearing this, Du Fan's expression turned slightly unpleasant: "You mean someone like Lu Ran?"

In his eyes, Lu Ran's love letters were nothing more than a publicity stunt.

Huang Haitang, that old literary type, followed along like a madman, praising it wildly, and in the end, that love letter was even published in an internationally renowned poetry magazine.

The whole thing is just fucking outrageous!

"Yeah, yeah, it's a pity Lu Ran confessed to Zuo Hanzhi. If he had written to me..." Li Xingping suppressed a blush and chuckled, "I would have stripped him naked that very night and drained him dry!"

Du Fan felt her heart twist into a pretzel, and angrily said, "You! How can a girl like you be so vulgar!"

"Why should I care what others think?" Li Xingping's smile faded. "Otherwise, why would I practice dancing? It's just to please my boy. As long as he doesn't think I'm vulgar, that's enough."

Du Fan was speechless.

He found it very puzzling that such a gentle and reserved girl would hold such thoughts.

Shouldn't girls be pure and innocent?

"Thank you for the breakfast, but you can take it. I'd rather give breakfast to someone I like." Li Xingping waved her hand.

Du Fan took back his breakfast and left in a humiliating and dejected manner.

Accompanied by the melodious sounds of the xiao and guzheng, the music of string and wind instruments blended together, and the mournful lingering notes were drawn out for a long time.

"Come out, stop watching the show!"

Li Xingping walked to the door of the music room in a bad mood.

Xia Liang strummed the strings, chuckling like a little fox: "Ping Bao is so domineering! I think I heard Du Fan's heart breaking. Your move was too ruthless~"

Are you the only one here?

Li Xingping walked to the window of the music room, looked up and around, full of confusion.

"Who was playing the flute just now?"