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

The competition for the three-line love letter contest has reached a fever pitch.

At noon, Lu Ran glanced at the list and saw that his three selected love letters had over 100,000 votes each, firmly occupying the top ten of the popularity chart.

Unexpectedly, the situation changed drastically in the afternoon, and the top spot was taken by Zuo Hanzhi.

Lu Ran asked Zuo Hanzhi to read the love letter, just to tease her.

Unexpectedly, the girl spoke in a very serious manner.

Lu Ran held his breath: "Wait, are you... really going to read it to me?"

"Yes, it was originally written for you."

"?!"

Zuo Hanzhi said matter-of-factly, "You wrote it for me too."

"..."

Since ancient times, nature has been the nemesis of cunning and scheming...

Lu Ran waved his hand weakly: "Fine, then you read it."

But to have a girl read aloud the love letter she wrote to me, it's a wonderful experience of youth...

Zuo Hanzhi, with a serious expression, recited in a playful tone:

"If people had tails."

"I'll feel a little embarrassed."

"Because when I'm with you, I can't help but wag my tail~" (Note 4)

"It's this sentence..." Lu Ran smiled and took a step closer: "How do you shake it? Come on, let me see."

Zuo Hanzhi was utterly embarrassed: "I don't have a tail."

"Who says humans can't have tails? I can tell just by touching them."

"don't want--!"

The girl warily protected her lower back with both hands to prevent Lu Ran from sneaking up on her tail... no, she didn't have a tail, but she did have a pert little bottom.

I really want to raise a catgirl like that.

"This poem is indeed very well written. It has a fantastical feel, captures the innocent thoughts of a young girl, and uses the wagging of her tail to express her unconcealed love. No wonder it has become the most popular poem."

Lu Ran praised him without revealing his true feelings.

He praised me... Zuo Hanzhi pursed her lips, her expression returning to its usual coolness, and said confidently, "If you don't make it into the top ten, you can admit defeat in advance."

The top ten have accumulated over 100,000 votes due to their inclusion on the list, giving them a significant lead.

With the deadline approaching.

The gap between the top teams is gradually widening.

This is where Zuo Hanzhi's confidence lies—compared to poetry, three-line love poems are shorter and have a lower barrier to entry for creation.

"The competition isn't over yet, I might not necessarily lose," Lu Ran said nonchalantly.

"You really made it into the top ten." Zuo Hanzhi thought to herself with a hint of apprehension.

With hundreds of thousands of submissions from netizens, this guy still managed to easily make it into the top ten, it's unbelievable...

That's absolutely insane!

"Well, you're here to show off, and also to extract information. How cunning!" Lu Ran joked.

"I...I'm not!"

Zuo Hanzhi quickly covered her ears, "I didn't..."

"Hello!"

Lu Ran quickly chased after him, "That's not what I meant."

Looking at Zuo Hanzhi's cold face, he thought to himself that this girl was too easily teased.

So innocently cute.

The way back follows the school wall.

Lu Ran followed Zuo Hanzhi, "Shall I tell you about the poem that was selected?"

Zuo Hanzhi couldn't help but slow down.

It seems poetry is her Achilles' heel... Lu Ran walked around to the front of her, backed away, and recited the poem line by line:

"The crab is peeling my shell."

"The notebook is writing about me, and countless copies of myself are falling on maple leaves and snowflakes."

"And you are thinking of me." (Note 5)

This short poem is currently ranked second and is also very popular.

The author cleverly reverses the subject and object, constructing an absurd and chaotic situation, with emotions that are subtle and restrained, highlighting the sorrowful yet not tragic longing.

It had already spread widely during the preliminary selection stage.

Zuo Hanzhi naturally noticed it; she was surprised, yet felt it was perfectly reasonable.

Because he is Lu Ran.

"This poem... was it also written for me?" Zuo Hanzhi asked softly.

"Yeah, who else would I write to?" Lu Ran said with a grin.

Zuo Hanzhi lowered her head and her steps became soft.

This was originally a short poem about unrequited love. If the original author in the dream knew that he used it to flirt with a girl, I wonder what he would think.

The road home is too short...

Before they could exchange more than a few words, they were already home, and Zuo Hanzhi went back to her room.

Lu Ran took a shower and went to the balcony.

It was the blues hour of evening, and the night was enchanting. He practiced the flute for a while, then wrote some words, and thus a fulfilling day passed.

Homework? Just copy Zheng Yue's during morning self-study.

……

night.

Xia Liang, wearing pink pajamas, was drying her hair in front of the dressing table.

The air conditioner is set to 16 degrees Celsius, and the room temperature is a bit cold, perfect for snuggling under the covers and playing on my phone.

She resolutely sat down at her desk and took out her sketches to practice.

"Summer of Light" is very popular, but you must not let your guard down. The more exciting the beginning, the harder it is to grasp the subsequent plot.

If you lack talent, make up for it with hard work. This has always been her motto.

"Buzz".

A message has arrived.

Xia Liang casually opened her phone and saw that the message was from Zhou Jiahao, her classmate.

To be honest, she didn't quite know how to handle it. Recalling the scene of Li Xingping rejecting Du Fan this morning, Xia Liang smiled crisply, "I can't imitate that."

What kind of skill does Li Xingping possess?

She was simultaneously dating four guys, and they all got along quite well. She was happy to serve them all.

Zhou Jiahao sent a screenshot, which was very eye-catching.

[Ninth Place: Heroic Spirit in the Sky, 142926 votes]

That was the entry page for the three-line love letter competition. He had actually made it to the finals and had over 140,000 votes.

It must be said that talent is a man's foundation.

Xia Liang was curious about what he had written, so she clicked on the official website link and found his poem:

If I don't wait for you, who will?

If I don't wait for you, who will I wait for?

If you don't wait for me, I'll wait for you.

"It's pretty good."

Xia Liang was somewhat surprised; this short poem used the technique of repetition and progression.

Although it's colloquial, you can remember it after reading it once.

Taking ninth place with ease is no fluke.

Xia Liang looked through the top ten and suddenly noticed a detail: an ID that occupied three of the top five spots and garnered over 500,000 votes—[Can't Write Poetry].

That subtle air of pretentiousness...

"Holy crap, could it be that guy?!"

The more Xia Liang thought about it, the more likely it seemed. She picked up her phone and knocked on the door across the street. Tian Luojiao opened the door.

Tian Luo asked with a smile, "Are you here to see Lu Ran?"

Xia Liang saw it was Teacher Tian and her eyes darted around: "No, why would I look for that guy... I'm looking for Han Zhi. Is Han Zhi here?"

"Yes, yes," Tian Luojiao smiled.

Xia Liang arrived at Zuo Hanzhi's bedroom.

The room was decorated in her style, simple and clean, and as white as if it had been washed.

Zuo Hanzhi is doing her homework.

Huaizhong does not mandate evening self-study, but the amount of homework is still considerable.

Zuo Hanzhi was clearly a good student in the traditional sense, attending classes, doing practice problems, taking notes and keeping a notebook of wrong answers, and doing everything meticulously.

Seeing that it was summer, Zuo Hanzhi put down her pen, gave up the only chair, and sat on the bed, her slender, white legs together, her small feet in white socks stepping on the clean floor.

Xia Liang asked with a smile, "Hanzhi, do you know that the Huaizhong Pictorial has been republished?"

"Know."

"I've reorganized the literary society, and we're in dire need of manpower right now."

Xia Liang bluntly extended an invitation, "Would you like to come back?"

Zuo Hanzhi remained silent.

"Come back, we need you."

Xia Liang moved onto the bed, affectionately held Zuo Hanzhi's cold little hand, and said earnestly, "Back then, we were all immature. Zhao Yishuang said she wanted to quit, and I was also angry, which is why the literary society disbanded. But that won't happen anymore. Me, Xingping, Xiaodi, you, and Lu Ran, we will continue to run it."

"Really...really?"

"real!"

Zuo Hanzhi's eyes sparkled, her eyelashes fluttering: "Will we... form a literary society for life?" (Note 6)

"lifetime?"

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Note 4: From the Japanese Three-Line Love Letter Competition.

Note 5: From the Wuhan University Three-Line Poetry Competition.

Note 6: Ikkyu Ni is a famous meme from Mygo.