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

silence.

A moment later, scattered whispers began to circulate in the square.

This poem touched the hearts of many students; its meaning is profound and leaves a lasting impression.

However, some people do not feel it deeply.

Perhaps they lack emotional sensitivity, or they don't understand literary appreciation, or they deliberately try to show off their individuality and not conform to the crowd—as the saying goes, a wild boar can't eat fine chaff.

Zheng Qianyun felt deeply moved; not only deeply moved, but her soul was also greatly shaken.

She is not only an administrative staff member, but also a front-line Chinese language teacher. She graduated from the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University and had a profound understanding of poetry when she was young.

How can you not see the quality of this poem?

She was beautiful and sensitive, and during her student days, she had countless suitors.

But who has ever truly understood her soul?

Lost in thought, lost in memories, I found myself completely absorbed in the music.

"What's the poem called?" Zheng Qianyun looked at Lu Ran, her deep eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

"When you're old," Lu Ran said.

"When you're old...when you're old..." Zheng Qianyun felt a tightness in her chest, unable to tell whether it was regret or relief. "What a perfect 'when you're old'."

Seeing Principal Zheng's dazed expression, Lu Ran wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He truly hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

In his dream world, "When You Are Old" is truly the pinnacle of Western love poetry, and the poet Yeats is the father of Irish literature and a Nobel laureate in literature.

With Principal Zheng's level of literary appreciation, he can see better than the average person how good it is and why...

So, this matter of writing love letters should be over now, right?

Lu Ran looked at Zuo Hanzhi below the stage. Zuo Hanzhi's clear eyes trembled, and she quickly lowered her head.

wrong!

Lu Ran realized it too late.

Wait a minute, did I accidentally confess my feelings to Zuo Hanzhi in public?

But... he didn't intend to write a love letter!

……

Zheng Qianyun hastily dispersed the gathering; her feelings were complicated.

The original intention was to set an example and enforce school discipline.

If Lu Ran were to read his own love letter aloud, whether it was clumsy or cheesy, it would inevitably become the laughing stock of the entire school.

This serves as a deterrent to young men and women who might be considering early romantic relationships...

But to everyone's surprise, Lu Ran's love letter exceeded all expectations!

In the end, bad intentions led to good results?

Its goodness lies in the fact that it's too good.

So good it brings tears to my eyes, so good it makes me think deeply, so good it's beyond words!

How can this be resolved? There's no way to resolve it.

Zheng Qianyun was able to disband the gathering first, but she couldn't stop Lu Ran from becoming the most talked-about name in the whole school.

"Principal Zheng, what do you think of this song 'When You Are Old'? Lu Ran is a promising talent, isn't he?" Huang Haitang leaned over, her face beaming with joy.

"Good prospect, hehe, you really surprised me." Zheng Qianyun said with a cold face.

"Hahahaha." Huang Haitang laughed heartily, touching her hairline. "Oh right, next class is my poetry appreciation class, perfect for taking a closer look at Lu Ran's poems!"

With that, Huang Haitang carefully took the love letter and hurriedly headed towards the teaching building.

Zheng Qianyun: "..."

The school bell rang.

The noise from Class 6 of Grade 11 had not yet subsided.

The students were all discussing Lu Ran.

Compared to writing poetry, what really fueled the hormones of adolescence was Lu Ran's bold act of confessing his love to Zuo Hanzhi.

Lu Ran felt helpless about this.

He didn't really intend to write a love letter; he just copied some lines from his dream.

Who would have thought that Zheng Yue, that bastard, would betray him in the blink of an eye and hand him over to Lao Zhang... It was all an accident!

"Class, we won't go over the test papers today."

Huang Haitang strode into the classroom, a kind smile on her face.

???

A sense of unease rose in Lu Ran's heart.

Sure enough, Huang Haitang took out a crumpled piece of draft paper, gently flattened it on the podium, and projected it onto the whiteboard screen. "This lesson we will talk about poetry."

In an instant.

Lu Ran's original calligraphy was seen by the whole class.

What immediately catches the eye are the first six powerful characters:

Hello, Zuo Hanzhi!

"OHHHHHHHH~"

A roar erupted from the crowd.

Many girls blushed crimson upon seeing that long, suggestive text.

The words "I want you" and "I love you dearly" strike the heart more directly than any poem, making one's heart flutter with embarrassment...

Zheng Yue gave a thumbs up: "Ran-ge, can you write me a love letter too?"

"Get lost." Lu Ran's gaze fell on Zuo Hanzhi, who was covering her face with her hands, her ears turning bright red.

Today, the whole school knows that he likes Zuo Hanzhi.

Can you still brush it off with a casual "I just wrote it casually, don't take it seriously"?

He was momentarily at a loss for words...

When Lu Ran was at his wit's end, he caught a glimpse of Xia Liang glaring at him, and felt completely bewildered.

Why is this girl yelling at me?

"Quiet down." Huang Haitang nodded and said, "Based on the judgment of myself and several senior teachers, Lu Ran's poem is of a very high artistic level and is worth appreciating. Class representative for Chinese, please come up to the podium and read it aloud."

Ta-da! A girl with two ponytails stood up gracefully, proudly raising her pointed chin.

Xia Liang was the class representative for Chinese in Class 6.

Although she is an art student, she comes from a scholarly family and has been influenced by traditional Chinese culture since childhood. She volunteered to be the class representative for Chinese language.

She went on stage, picked up the love letter, and her eyes welled up with tears.

She secretly replaced Zuo Hanzhi's name with her own in her mind, quickly read it over in her head, and only then did she feel a little better.

Xia Liang's voice was light and cheerful, yet her reading was full of emotion.

A clear, crisp voice echoed through the classroom.

The students listened quietly, and the air seemed to resonate with the longing and hazy dreams of love.

Lu Ran stole a glance at Zuo Hanzhi, whose eyes were wide open, as if she was listening intently.

After Xia Liang finished reading, Huang Haitang nodded in satisfaction, gesturing for her to go back and sit down.

Huang Haitang noticed that she was carrying the love letter and walked downstairs, so he quickly said, "Don't take this with you."

Damn it... Xia Liang snorted inwardly and put the love letter back on the podium.

The students in the class had very interesting expressions. After listening, they frequently turned around to look at Lu Ran, each with a different expression.

"This is so well written!"

"I love the wrinkles on your face when you get old! Holy crap! It gives me the creeps!"

"Even though I don't understand it, it sounds really impressive!"

"Wow, this gave me goosebumps! Is this the magic of poetry?"

"Jue Shen, not bad!"

Everyone was talking about it and praising it highly.

Lu Ran used to do nothing but sleep, but today he really surprised everyone.

Zheng Yue was completely baffled: "Ran-ge, when did you learn to write poetry? Did you secretly take extra lessons behind my back?"

"Don't you understand talent, you know what 'patching chicken feathers' means?" Lu Ran said.

The deception is obvious; it would be too contrived to pretend I didn't.

Zheng Yue glanced at Zuo Hanzhi and suddenly realized, "Tsk tsk, love really does produce poets!"

Seeing the students discussing it enthusiastically, Huang Haitang smiled and said, "I believe everyone can feel the charm of this poem!"

"As a love poem, the poet does not write about the present moment, but looks back on this life in his twilight years, using the long passage of time to highlight the fidelity of the relationship!"

"This technique is top-notch in today's poetry scene, and I assert that it will leave a significant mark on the history of poetry!"

"There are many angles from which this poem can be interpreted. Since our great poet is here, how about we ask him to share his creative insights?"

Thunderous applause erupted in the classroom, a joyful and enthusiastic response.

"Great poet! Clap clap clap!"

"Great poet! Clap clap clap!"

"Great poet! Clap clap clap!"

Cheers and applause erupted one after another, with Zheng Yue clapping her hands loudly. Who was it that wrote a love poem and got it used as an appreciation piece by the Chinese teacher?

Enveloped by intense gazes, Lu Ran's lips twitched.

It was just a love letter; I never intended to be a poet...