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

lifetime……

"Of course."

Xia Liang smiled brightly, like warm sunlight scattering shadows: "Our future is still very long."

"Hmm!" Zuo Hanzhi smiled faintly.

The two girls embraced happily, their fragrance mingling, as if they had returned to their first meeting, their hearts pure and untouched by anything else.

Xia Liang pulled Zuo Hanzhi down onto the bed, embraced her close, and looked into her clear eyes, asking affectionately, "Hanzhi, have you seen the comics Xingping and I drew?"

"I've seen it."

Zuo Hanzhi struggled to get up and opened the wardrobe—she didn't have many clothes, but the bottom of the wardrobe was piled full of books.

"Wow! You still have all our magazines." Xia Liang exclaimed in surprise.

From its first issue to the last issue of the previous semester, all issues of the "Huaizhong Pictorial" magazine were kept in pristine condition.

The top book is the latest issue.

Zuo Hanzhi turned to the page with the comic book and analyzed it seriously: "I've read it. The art style is great, and the story is very interesting."

"Hmph, you seem indifferent on the surface, but you've been secretly watching me all along." Xia Liang grumbled and nuzzled her with her shoulder.

"Yes." Zuo Hanzhi did not deny it.

Xia Liang's fingers brushed over a thick stack of magazines, and she suddenly whispered, "Let's not separate so easily again."

The five of them came together because of their shared hobbies.

Whether writing or painting, the unparalleled joy that bursts forth when one's work is recognized and praised is immense.

They decided to publish a pictorial magazine to record the joys and sorrows of their creative process.

But after all, they are five girls with very different personalities, and it's inevitable that some friction will occur when they get along.

For example, Zhao Yishuang and Zuo Hanzhi basically did not participate in any communication.

Xia Liang knew them well; they were both very proud girls.

the difference is.

Zhao Yishuang's pride is reflected in her aloof attitude.

Her noble family background, her outstanding achievements since childhood, and her innate literary talent led her to look down on everyone else without discrimination.

Zuo Hanzhi's pride is ingrained in her bones.

Her mother, Ning Ning, was a top-tier writer in China, but she never flaunted it. Instead, she used aloofness to disguise herself and a cold, hard shell to close off her sensitive heart.

Goodnight, see you tomorrow.

"Good night."

Some knots in one's heart obviously need time to untie. After finding Zuo Hanzhi, Xia Liang felt much better.

Xia Liang returned to her bedroom and added Zuo Hanzhi to the group chat.

Liangran Literature Club (5)

Xia Liang: "Welcome, Hanzhi!"

Li Xingping: "Welcome, Hanzhi!"

Di Lingyan: "Welcome, Hanzhi!"

Lu Ran: "Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome!"

Xia Liang: "@Lu Ran, can't you write poetry?"

Lu Ran: "Haha, you figured it out."

Li Xingping: "???"

Di Lingyan: "Don't tell me that Lu Ran was the one in the three-line love poem contest who couldn't write poetry!"

Lu Ran: "Sorry, I can't write poetry."

Lu Ran: "The first place winner is the most impressive, right @Zuo Hanzhi?"

Zuo Hanzhi: "..."

Xia Liang smiled knowingly.

What she admired most about Lu Ran was his honesty.

Just as I was about to write in my bedtime journal, I discovered that Zhou Jiahao had persistently sent me a message.

Zhou Jiahao: "Xia Liang, my three-line love poem is in the top ten / Sunglasses"

Zhou Jiahao: Are you there?

Zhou Jiahao: "Let me ask you a question. Do you have someone you like?"

Zhou Jiahao: "/Heartbroken/Heartbroken"

Xia Liang wanted to reply with "What's it to you?", but felt that it wouldn't be hurtful enough.

She sent Lu Ran a private message: "You have five minutes to write me a three-line love poem."

Lu Ran: What?

Xia Liang: "I just went to chat with Han Zhi and got her into the literary club, giving you a chance to get close to her. Quickly thank Sister Liang."

Lu Ran: "Sister Liang is awesome. Please whisper sweet nothings in my ear from now on."

Xia Liang: "Stop talking nonsense, send me the text when you're done."

Lu Ran smiled. Actually, he felt most comfortable with Xia Liang.

This girl wasn't shy at all, and she didn't have the clingy or fussy manner that some girls have. When we talked, it was as straightforward and direct as if we were brothers.

He's a master of sweet talk, able to spout it off effortlessly.

Lu Ran: "Even if you don't wear makeup..."

Lu Ran: "Without makeup, I look like my ID photo."

Lu Ran: "I still like you."

Xia Liang: "Get lost, get lost! My ID card looks good too!"

Lu Ran: "Hahahaha"

Xia Liang: "Someone asked me, 'Do you have someone you like?'"

Xia Liang: "My instinctive answer was 'No'."

Xia Liang: "But your face keeps appearing in my mind."

Lu Ran: "Holy crap!"

Lu Ran: "You're amazing. If you were in the competition, I wouldn't stand a chance."

Xia Liang: "Hehe, goodnight."

Xia Liang curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

She cut off the beginning and end of her chat history with Lu Ran, leaving only the love letter conversation, and then took a screenshot and sent it to Zhou Jiahao.

After a long silence, Zhou Jiahao sent three words: "I understand."

Xia Liang turned off her phone with satisfaction. Was that a perfect solution?

……

It was as if he had been hit with tons of real wounds.

Zhou Jiahao buried himself under the covers and let out a painful howl:

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"I can't do this problem, I just can't do it..."

The woman next door said, "What's wrong with that unlucky kid now?"

……

"So Lu Ran just can't write poetry~"

Li Xingping sat up.

She opened the official website of the Three Lines Competition and read it aloud in the dark.

He hesitated for a moment.

She forwarded the link to several large groups she belonged to, and sent a 50 yuan red envelope to each group:

"Please use your lucky hands to vote for the one who can't write poetry, thank you!"

……

"Tsk."

After seeing the group message, Di Lingyan found Lu Ran's three poems.

She felt that the second-place song, "The Crab Is Peeling My Shell," was a bit pretentious and affected.

The third-place poem, written in a classical style, was only half-understood by most readers.

She preferred Lu Ran's fifth-place song.

After casting his vote, he subconsciously shared it with Zhao Yishuang.

Zhao Yishuang: "?"

Di Lingyan: "This is a very popular three-line love poem contest online, Yishuang, do you know it? Each person is limited to writing three poems, and Lu Ran's three poems all made it onto the popularity chart. That's incredible! After you rejected him, he seemed to have gained some intelligence. Could it be that he was just pretending to be sweet all along?"

Zhao Yishuang: "..."

……

Early Wednesday morning, just as dawn was breaking.

On his way to school, Lu Ran bought two beef-filled buns and a box of chocolates. He arrived at the classroom early, met up with Zheng Yue, and then started frantically copying homework.

Thanks to the dream of attending university.

Having studied advanced mathematics, I realized that high school math wasn't that obscure or difficult to understand.

"Ran-ge, someone's been spying on you," Zheng Yue whispered.

Who has a crush on me?

"Zhou Jiahao".

"…Akaashi."

Lu Ran thought it was Zuo Hanzhi.

These past two days, she's been going to school with Xia Liang, and they even hold hands when they go to the restroom, leaving Lu Ran no chance to take advantage of her...

The relationships between girls are truly unpredictable.

"Hehehe, I think Ran-ge and Jia-hao-ge are a pair of star-crossed lovers."

The one speaking was Brother Bin, Yuan Binbin, from the front seat.

Yuan Binbin has a refined and gentle appearance, but he is also an extraordinary person.

This man is not interested in women, but in men, especially young, handsome men.

His deskmate, Meng Lu, looks like a yaoi fangirl, but she's actually a sallow-faced, even more sallow-hearted female driver who's always on the road.

"Hehehe~" Meng Lu let out an ambiguous laugh, seemingly imagining some strange scene.

"Stop it."

Lu Ran didn't want to sit at the same table as Hao Ge, and said seriously, "There is a fundamental difference between me and Hao Ge."

"What's the difference?"

"Brother Hao is just putting on a show when he doesn't have any, but I do have real work to do, so I should be considered a veteran artist."

Where is art?

The three of them booed him in unison.

Lu Ran felt helpless. He really wanted to take out his thick, long, and bright bamboo flute and show off his skills to them, but he knew he wasn't good enough yet, so he had to give up.

The first and second periods were Zhang Xuan's math class.

After class, Zhou Jiahao strode confidently to the front of the classroom, attracting the attention of the entire class.

He opened the ranking page on the whiteboard and showed his final score:

[8th Place: Heroic Spirit in the Sky, Popularity: 157548 votes]

Making it to the finals from among hundreds of thousands of submissions from netizens is something to be proud of!

Who else?

Who else!

Zhou Jiahao looked at Xia Liang with deep affection.

Xia Liang frowned and shook her head vigorously at him.

No! You can't outsmart him! Run, kid!

And this was naturally taken as a rejection out of disdain...

Zhou Jiahao staggered and laughed.

Haha, I've won the hearts of 150,000 people, but I still can't win your glance!

But today—

I will defeat him fair and square!

"That's awesome!"

Amidst the gasps of surprise from his classmates, many held their breath for Lu Ran. Although he was renowned, a popularity contest like the three-line love letter competition, voted on by netizens, was far too unpredictable and unforeseen…

Zhou Jiahao said proudly:

"Today the three-line love letter competition ended, and I was fortunate enough to break into the top ten across the entire network, winning a total of 157,000 votes!"

"Lu Ran, what about you?"

A sharp shout.

In an instant, the classroom fell silent, the tension so intense it felt like it was about to explode.

Why are you pressuring me? If we just didn't bring it up, it would have been over... Lu Ran, who had just finished two math classes and was about to catch up on sleep, looked up, completely bewildered:

"Who gave you the courage to think you've won against me?"