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

"Isn't that right?"

Zhou Jiahao laughed heartily, "Or are you saying you made it into the top ten too?"

This competition went viral online, with each of the top ten poems having its own unique features, and the number of votes increasing dramatically as you went further down the list.

Even he himself only managed to get elected by relying on his father's influence.

Did Lu Ran make it into the top ten based on his own merit?

It's not impossible, but it's extremely unlikely.

Is making it into the top ten really that unusual?

Lu Ran's nonchalant demeanor caused Zhou Jiahao's pupils to dilate suddenly, which was also a source of amusement for his classmates.

Having written works like "When You Are Old" and "Once Upon a Time," and making a name for themselves in the literary world, it's not surprising that they made it into the top ten.

Zhou Jiahao asked unwillingly, "Are you zhz?"

[First Place: zhz, Popularity: 1027742 votes, Work: "If Humans Grow Tails"]

This poem, written in a fantastical and adorable tone, captures the naivety of a young girl and rightfully earned her the first prize and a reward of 88,000 yuan.

Fortunately, there were three first prizes, otherwise Lu Ran would have been depressed.

Lu Ran shook his head: "I can't write poetry."

Is Lu Ran unable to write poetry?

Zhou Jiahao never imagined this was possible; getting three in was even more outrageous than getting first place!

The top ten netizens usually reveal their identities on social media, but only the first-place zhz and the second, third and fourth place winners, who can't write poetry, remain mysterious.

In an instant, all the cool air in the classroom was sucked away—

"What?"

"Holy crap! They actually pulled off a hat trick?"

"Monster! Lu Ran is frozen in place! Lu Ran, come on, let's go all in!"

"I worship you! God Lu, please accept me!"

Lu Ran walked to the whiteboard, scanned the QR code, logged into his account, and the ID on the big screen confirmed his words:

[Second Place: Can't Write Poetry, Popularity: 972431 votes, Work: "The Crab Is Peeling My Shell"]

[Third Place: Can't Write Poetry, Popularity: 892822 votes, Work: "A Loquat Tree in the Courtyard"]

[Fourth Place: Can't Write Poetry, Popularity: 565279 votes, Work: "I Am One of the Many Events That Made My Parents Grow Old"]

I was so scared I cried.

Zhou Jiahao's face turned bright red.

The boy's blush spoke volumes—he left the stage with a stiff face, realizing he'd overstepped his bounds in his attempt to show off, and now he wished he could just tear his own eighth-place ranking off the stage…

Of course, no one would notice him at this time.

Everyone is making a fuss.

"Lu Ran, who did you write your love letter to?" Meng Lu was always eager to stir up trouble.

"Oh~~~" Zheng Yue yelled, acting as the atmosphere-maker.

"Read it aloud right now! Confess your feelings!" Yuan Binbin rolled up the textbook into a microphone, and soon everyone shouted in unison, "Confess! Confess! Confess!"

Is Lu Ran, the king of love letters, confessing his feelings again?

This attracted students from other classes passing by in the corridor, who all stopped and gathered around the glass window to watch the spectacle.

The news spread like wildfire, drawing crowds far and wide.

Stuck on the stage, Lu Ran was both amused and exasperated. He couldn't stop until he read it aloud. "Then I'll improvise a song for everyone."

The corridor windows were crowded with people, laughing and joking with their friends.

Lu Ran's gaze swept across the front row, where Zuo Hanzhi raised her pretty face, her skin as white as cream, her eyes staring at him fearlessly.

Xia Liang sat in the third row, propping her chin up and glancing at him sideways. She was whispering something to Li Xingping, and judging from the shape of her lips, it seemed like she was thinking something like, "This guy is going to start showing off again."

Have no idea.

"The Crab Is Peeling My Shell" is too sorrowful, and "There Is a Loquat Tree in the Courtyard" is too tragic; neither is quite suitable for the current atmosphere.

I had no choice but to dredge up my all-powerful dream database.

Lu Ran walked up to Zuo Hanzhi's desk, his tall figure exuding a casual yet natural air: "Zuo Hanzhi, listen carefully, I love you like I love a poem."

"I really love your poetic spirit. If only there were just the two of us in the world, I would definitely bully you until you can't cry anymore."

"I want to hug you, pick you up and throw you high into the sky. Uh, that's three sentences already? There's more."

"I am, I am a left-wing supremacist." (Note 7)

Suddenly the world went quiet.

No one spoke.

Sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boys and girls listened to these poetic words of love and were intoxicated by them.

Sweet talk can be said like this? Guys are in awe—what were we licking before we met Lu Ran?

Zhou Jiahao was stunned.

Du Fan took out his notebook and started taking notes.

I used to disregard it, but now I'm learning it word by word.

The girls were deeply moved—these three lines… no, four lines of love letter, a single sentence of Zuo Hanzhi supremacy, swept through their hearts like a storm, leaving them with an indescribable shock and tremor.

That boy, slender and gentle, clean and pure, was destined to become the most profound mark on their youth.

Li Xingping admitted that she was jealous.

Why is this man so damn good? I want to hug you and lift you up high too, why don't you come and bully me?

Xia Liang looked at Zuo Hanzhi, this lucky girl who was resting her chin on her hand, as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, yet she could freely control this burning love.

"That's great, does this poem have a title?"

In the silence, Zuo Hanzhi asked curiously.

"Yes, it's called 'I Hope You'll Fall in Love with Me Soon'," Lu Ran said with a smile.

Fool… Zuo Hanzhi took a deep breath, “I…”

Witness history!

Everyone held their breath!

Should we agree? Or should we refuse?

In such a romantic atmosphere.

Almost no one would think that Zuo Hanzhi would reject Lu Ran. He was affectionate, passionate, clean-cut, and handsome, just like the male protagonist in a shoujo manga.

"What are you all doing crammed here? Are you filming an idol drama?!"

Suddenly, a thunderclap rang out, and the crowd packed in the corridor was so frightened that they scattered like birds and beasts.

It's Zheng Xianyun!

"They've come at just the right time..." Lu Ran glanced at Zuo Hanzhi, sighed in disappointment, and knew he wouldn't hear her reply for the time being.

But it's not a big problem.

Zuo Hanzhi doesn't dislike me, and that's enough.

at this time.

Zheng Qianyun walked into the classroom, her anger undiminished: "What is that on the screen?"

Everyone in the classroom was terrified. When did the female nun arrive?

As Zheng Qianyun approached.

Lu Ran remained calm under pressure, opened his poem, and said, "This is a three-line poem competition that Teacher Huang asked us to participate in. Let me teach everyone how to write it."

The students were very cooperative.

Zheng Qianyun, unsuspecting, crossed her arms and said, "Oh, then you can continue."

Lu Ran opened his third poem.

I am one of the many things that made my parents age.

"I am one of the many things that have aged my parents: my professional title, the mortgage, and the price of beef."

"I am among them, the most persistent, and the only ailment that this middle-aged couple shares."

"I am the weary side, the intermittent of insults, the larger stone in the flowing water, splitting the tears in two."

Standing on the podium, Lu Ran spoke with ease: "Look, everyone, the author of this poem does not directly praise the selflessness and love of parents, but refers to himself as an illness, pointing out that children are the intractable disease of parents, which is of great practical significance."

Zheng Xianyun remained silent.

She didn't realize her parents were getting old until she was in her twenties—she noticed their gray hair by chance and felt a pang in her heart—and hearing this poem at this moment touched her deeply.

"Principal, is there anything else?" Lu Ran closed the official website and said with a grin.

The part about getting by with cuteness.

"It's nothing, I just came to check things out." Zheng Qianyun gave him a subtle warning, glanced around the classroom, and left with her hands behind her back.

After the principal left, the classroom erupted in chaos once again.

"My god, Lu Ran is so handsome!"

"Is this still a love letter? Writing about family affection in such a powerful way is truly amazing!"

"I hereby declare that Lu Ran is now my god!"

"A leftist supremacist, how romantic!"

"A love letter needs more than three lines, it has to be four, and it has to be from Lu Ran!"

"What an amazing couple!"

The students discussed it with great interest.

He Tingting even filmed the entire video, asking, "If I posted this on Douyin, would it go viral?"

"It has to go viral, I'll give you Douyin (TikTok) bonuses!"

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Lu Ran was quite frightened by the principal's sudden appearance and the whole thing.

They were so scared that they broke out in a cold sweat.

The most frustrating thing is being interrupted halfway through a confession...

As he stepped down from the podium, Zuo Hanzhi slipped a note into his hand.

Lu Ran blinked, her heart fluttering as she returned to her seat.

Zheng Yue, Yuan Binbin, and Meng Lu all gathered around.

"Brother Ran, what a pity!" Zheng Yue lamented.

"Just one step away, sigh..." Yuan Binbin was even more regretful than Lu Ran.

"It's okay, you'll definitely succeed next time you confess," Meng Lu comforted her.

"Mmm." Lu Ran remained calm.

The bell rang, and the students' excitement subsided somewhat.

The drama that just happened in twenty minutes.

From Zhou Jiahao's provocation to his humiliating end, to Lu Ran's impromptu confession only to be caught red-handed by Principal Zheng, and finally Lu Ran's quick thinking and clever solution...

It was truly full of twists and turns, and unpredictable.

In particular, the interruption of Zuo Hanzhi's opening left the audience with a great deal of suspense—given Zuo Hanzhi's aloof personality, no one could guess what she was thinking.

The geography teacher was talking about the Southeast Asian monsoon currents.

A warm breeze was blowing through the bottom of the page from outside the window.

Lu Ran secretly tucked the note she was clutching under her book, slowly revealing her true feelings as a young girl:

"I originally thought..."

"I can still put up a little resistance for a couple more hits."

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Note 7: The original sentence is from a letter Zhu Shenghao wrote to Song Qingru.