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

After the emergency operational meeting, everyone returned to their respective squads.

Sales of "Huaizhong Pictorial" are sluggish...

After careful consideration, Lu Ran realized that "even the best wine needs advertising."

Especially in this age of information overload.

Reducing the number of pages and the amount of print run is also a last resort.

But selling products through performances? Lu Ran expressed skepticism.

However, it doesn't matter. Even if the magazine loses all its value, he can easily cover the losses with his current financial resources.

"Brother Ran, this isn't enough!"

Upon seeing Lu Ran, Zheng Yue looked incredibly hungry and anxious. "You only update ten chapters a day, and you finished reading it in half an hour. I'm dying to read The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

"You still think ten watches isn't enough?" Lu Ran was speechless.

"It's all your fault. You've spoiled my palate. Now I find reading other online novels boring," Zheng Yue said resentfully.

"..."

Lu Ran thought about it and decided not to blame him.

After all, domestic online novels are currently dominated by light novels, and a classic example of a "sweet and easy" novel like "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is simply too overpowered.

But adding more chapters... is impossible.

It's not that I can't write it all; the plot is etched in my mind, and I can easily whip up two chapters with a little effort.

He routinely worked eight or ten hours a day, leaving the other authors feeling overwhelmed and miserable.

At the editor's suggestion, Lu Ran adopted a strategy of releasing two chapters every day at a set time, taking it slow and steady.

For readers, it is also a kind of spiritual companionship—following a serialized novel is like following an anime series, which is a completely different experience from reading a book in one go.

No books to read?

That's easy, I'll just create another account.

Although the monthly royalties for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" will not be less than a million, no one would complain about having too much money.

Seeing Lu Ran engrossed in his work, Zheng Yue smacked his lips and stopped bothering him—he was just expressing his appreciation for "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

The ultimate martial arts master, you can't find a meal replacement anywhere on the internet.

After finishing his homework during an evening self-study session, Lu Ran focused on completing it.

He began to think about how to operate this alias.

In fact, the current online literature market is not lacking in "feel-good" novels.

Textbooks like "Douluo Dalu" and "Douluo Dalu" benefited from the era's advantages, and writing them now would not be as advantageous.

The account that wrote "Carrying a Knife but No Umbrella on a Rainy Night" became a literary sensation by exploiting a gap in popular literature and reaping the rewards of the market.

Blank... a taste of sweetness...

Lu Ran's mind cleared instantly—he had an idea!

Besides the traditional categories, online literature also has a very special major category—light novels.

Compared to overpowered protagonists who constantly upgrade and show off, light novels focus more on the growth of the main character, and their primary readership is Generation Z, who grew up with the internet.

Speaking of which, Teacher Jiangnan can be considered an early pioneer in this field.

Both "Shanghai Fortress" and "Dragon Raja" are essentially romance novels; the apocalyptic alien battles and the thrilling dragon slaying are merely the outer shell used to express emotions.

However, "Novoland: Eagle Flag" represents the pinnacle of his writing skills and talent.

Thinking of the vast land of China, I can't help but recall the line, "I once heard the rain in Jiangnan, but where are the willow branches now?"

Bringing his thoughts back, Lu Ran created a new alias, the cursor flashing—

Listening to the Rain

……

Zero zero zero zero, evening self-study session over.

Lu Ran stretched, picked up his bag and stood up, habitually glancing at Zuo Hanzhi's position.

Not here.

They must have gone back ahead of schedule.

That little note was a tacit understanding and secret between him and Zuo Hanzhi.

For example, during class, they would unconsciously exchange glances, exchanging flirtatious looks—it couldn't be more ambiguous.

For example, when Lu Ran went to play soccer during PE class, Zuo Hanzhi would always stand by the railing and watch, neither too close nor too far.

Lu Ran felt that, given Zuo Hanzhi's personality, she would probably be reluctant to make it public.

Then keep a low profile, then let your eyes convey your feelings.

What? You're asking if I'm just being presumptuous?

Actually, Lu Ran wasn't sure either.

After all, that note was more like an acknowledgment of his poetic talent—

"I originally thought that we were the two unparalleled talents in the Huaizhong poetry circle."

"But I have to admit, you are the goat, and I am not even a fraction as good as you."

Hmm... that interpretation seems to make sense too.

Why isn't she more enthusiastic or proactive?

Why didn't you wait for me after evening self-study?

Boys who are secretly in love are always sensitive and suspicious.

Lu Ran felt like he was going back to pursuing Zhao Yishuang all over again.

—Who told him to prefer cold-hearted girls?

He slowly left the classroom.

Two groups of students split up downstairs in the teaching building: one group went back to their dormitories, and the other group left the school.

The streets were gradually becoming less crowded.

A figure approached from the shadows.

"Who?" Lu Ran was horrified, and in an instant, all sorts of murderous and bizarre scenes flashed through his mind.

"I!"

Between the two streetlights, a round and lively face emerged, looking just like a female bandit who had blocked the road.

"Oh my god, Di Lingyan, you scared me to death!"

"Here, have some ice cream." Di Lingyan held out her hand and handed over a Chocola.

"Thanks." Lu Ran unwrapped the package, took a satisfying bite, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"...You discovered that."

Di Lingyan said with distress, "You've seen how the pictorial magazine has fallen into this predicament."

"I'm not saying Xia Liang is bad. She's done a lot for the literary society and works very hard, but she lacks experience after all..."

"Experience needs to be accumulated," Lu Ran said.

"But she lacks leadership qualities and is not qualified to be the backbone of the literary society—"

Di Lingyan's tone hardened, "The expenses are exceeding income, and her decision is to have us perform talents? That's too idealistic!"

Why didn't you say so when you were in a meeting?

"What good would it do to say that? Li Xingping is definitely on her side, and Zuo Hanzhi is closer to her too. And you're doing nothing."

"..."

No, it feels like I've been caught in a political vortex.

"Have you ever thought that if the sales are like this next issue, the magazine will have to stop publishing again... I'm not willing to accept that! I'm so unwilling to accept that!"

Di Lingyan gripped Lu Ran's shoulders tightly, tilted her head back to stare at him, and slowed her speech to make it more persuasive:

"The only way to save the magazine now is to bring Yishuang back!"

Lu Ran slowly finished the Chocliz, his lips and teeth feeling cool, and his throat still lingering with the rich aroma of chocolate and milk.

"Um……"

He looked at the stubborn-looking girl. "As far as I know, Zhao Yishuang left voluntarily. Will she be willing to come back?"

"Of course I'm willing! No one values ​​the literary society more than Yishuang," Di Lingyan said loudly.

"Then why did she quit in the first place?"

"...I don't know." Di Lingyan pursed her lips. "She won't say."

"That settles it then. They're an unstable element that could leave at any time; even if they come back, they're just a ticking time bomb..."

Lu Ran casually tossed the small wooden stick aside and said indifferently, "Besides, who says the magazine can't continue? The market may malfunction temporarily, but it will eventually get back on track."

"Where do you get such confidence?"

Di Lingyan said angrily, "Yes! I know you write good poetry!"

"You can write novels, plays, and you're incredibly good at writing love letters... but running a magazine isn't just about having good content!"

"Besides, with Yishuang back, you're closer to her now, aren't you?"

"It's all in the past." Lu Ran waved his hand and walked towards the street lamp in front of him.

Di Lingyan frowned, chased after him, and said helplessly, "Then I'll tell you..."

"Did Yishuang quit the literary club because of you?"