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

"I don't want this magazine to be the last issue."

"Before, I thought we were all suffering together in the literary society, but after it was gone, I realized that it held our most beautiful memories... I want to restore the literary society to its original state."

"So...can you think of a way?"

Zuo Hanzhi said earnestly, "Lu Ran, please~"

I knew it……

This girl's mind is full of poetry.

After all, she had a strict family upbringing, was very young, rarely used the internet, and had no concept of dating at all.

Conversely, the proliferation of the internet and mobile phones has made today's children mature far too early.

"Aren't you optimistic about tomorrow's performance?" Lu Ran asked.

"Well, even if the performance is excellent, how many of those who watch the performance will actually buy the magazine?" Zuo Hanzhi said worriedly.

"That's true, it's a good thing you're all willing to go along with Xia Liang's antics," Lu Ran remarked.

"We are good friends," Zuo Hanzhi said.

"Has the program for the performance been decided?" Lu Ran suddenly asked.

"Not yet," Zuo Hanzhi said blankly. "It's just singing some pop songs, right? They said we can practice at a karaoke bar tonight."

"KTV..." Lu Ran thought to himself, Xia Liang also had the temperament of a young lady, and she would do whatever came to mind. "How about this, I happen to have a pretty good song, you guys can sing this song as the finale."

"You write songs?" Zuo Hanzhi was stunned.

Lu Ran smiled. This song was, of course, the "Pipa Xing" that he had practiced on the xiao (vertical flute) that morning.

It perfectly reflects the literary society's desperate situation and could be used as a closing remark at the end of a performance.

After handing the lyrics and the a cappella performance to Zuo Hanzhi, Lu Ran went to change into his jersey and sneakers to warm up.

Class started, and the PE teacher quickly gathered the two classes together before letting them have free time.

The boys rushed onto the court.

The girls were scattered across the orange track of the athletic field.

"It's so sunny! Tingting, aren't you coming over?" Meng Lu called out from the shade under the stands.

"Lu Ran looks so handsome playing football in his team uniform, I want to record him." He Tingting hovered around the field with her DJI drone, looking every bit like a war correspondent.

"What are we recording?" Meng Lu chuckled, then turned her head. "Hey, Zuo Hanzhi's all gone. Hey, why did they all leave?"

At the supermarket entrance, many students came to buy popsicles.

Zuo Hanzhi called out to Xia Liang and Li Xingping, who were buying ice cream.

"I have something to tell you."

Xia Liang said seriously, "We also have something to discuss. Let's go back to the activity room and talk."

The three girls walked towards the teaching building.

……

Meanwhile, in the stands of the track and field stadium.

Zhao Yishuang sat alone in the corner, quietly watching the changing tides on the green field.

Huaizhong High School has a long-standing tradition of holding football matches for its first-year students.

But most of them are the weakest classes, meaning they can't even gather eleven people...

Strong classes often have one or two sports students leading the team, and some even include football players.

Class 6 is above average. They don't have any sports students, but they are strong and can easily form a team. They just don't have much experience playing football.

Class 7 is quite polarized. It has Han Hongqiu from the school team leading the way, but the class is mostly composed of useless bookworms, making it difficult to gather a full team.

then……

"Pass the ball, pass the ball! You can't even get past an eight-man hook!" Di Lingyan's pretty face was covered in sweat as she raised her hands in frustration.

She wore a red number 10 jersey with white stockings around her calves, resembling a sharp, red-tasseled silver spear.

On the field, he orchestrates, organizes, and deploys tactics, like a leaping flame.

Just now, a teammate tripped over his own feet, and Di Lingyan was going crazy in front of the open goal.

Han Hongqiu ran over to comfort him: "Ling-ge, don't rush, take it slow... Zhou Fan is a temporary replacement, be lenient with him, if we drive him away, we won't have anyone to replace him."

"He brought a songstress with him. My grandma even passed that ball to him just now," Di Lingyan said unhappily.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll set the ball for you later." Han Hongqiu wiped his forehead and went back to the midfield to receive the ball.

He thought to himself, "This class competition is even harder than the school competition..."

Forget about passing the ball, the rest of the players couldn't even hold onto it. They were all crammed together in the midfield, fighting chaotically. Even if the ball was passed to the front, it would be quickly blocked back.

The first half ended in a hard-fought draw.

In the second half, the two sides switched sides and started the game again.

Lu Ran plays the number nine position, and he finds that the football concepts of this era are still relatively backward.

Basically, it's the defenders marking from behind, man-to-man, the wingers crossing from the byline, and the strikers waiting in the box to feed the ball... because that's how international superstars play too.

He observed the situation while quietly conserving his energy.

In the second half, Lu Ran made his move, like a leopard waiting for its chance to strike.

Take the ball from the goalkeeper, make short passes, and advance the ball layer by layer.

Han Hongqiu had sharp eyes; he had noticed Lu Ran's threat long ago and quickly instructed his teammates to keep an eye on him.

"Bang!"

Lu Ran suddenly accelerated and passed the ball to himself three seconds later, then dribbled past three defenders.

"Holy crap, how can he still run?!" Han Hongqiu exclaimed in surprise.

Most of the players were able to run around in the first half, but now they're basically out of energy.

One-on-one!

This is Lu Ran's moment to shine.

At that moment, the students from Class 6 in the stands erupted in cheers and shouts. After being bored for so long, they were finally able to see a goal.

The students in Class 7 were filled with anxiety, hoping that the last line of defense would work...

Hold on...

The goalkeeper watched Lu Ran sprint towards him intently, feeling immense pressure, his eyes glued to the ball.

He was about to break into the restricted area.

Suddenly, a red sprite sped by like lightning, intercepting them as if it had appeared in the blink of an eye.

It's Di Lingyan!

"Damn it, you guys can't catch the ball, can't you even commit a tactical foul?"

Di Lingyan muttered to herself, "Those defenders just let Lu Ran pass by like that."

Facing oblique defense.

Lu Ran calmly slammed the ball down.

Unexpectedly, Di Lingyan was not swayed at all and directly grabbed his clothes.

"Hey, if you keep pulling and tugging, I'm going to jump into the water!"

Lu Ran pretended to fall, but actually clamped the ball between his feet and threw it forward.

The physical education teacher, who had been brought in to act as referee, stared wide-eyed.

Rainbow Crossing!

Di Lingyan was stunned for a moment, but Lu Ran had already turned away.

"Damn it!" Di Lingyan gritted her teeth and chased after him, actually jumping onto Lu Ran's back.

His forearm, like a steel chokehold, was tightly gripping his neck.

"Isn't this a blow?" Lu Ran glanced at the unmoved PE teacher, then stubbornly carried the person on his back and sprinted away, pushing out his left foot.

As the saying goes, "A thunderclap rises from the ground, as swift as a shooting star."

A swooping arc shot into the net—

Break down the door!

Goal!

He Tingting was recording the whole time, capturing this series of wonderful moments.

The students watching cheered, and their teammates behind them celebrated with each other, creating a joyous atmosphere.

"Lu Ran is awesome!"

"Holy crap, how is he so strong?"

"Elegant, so elegant."

"Wow, even Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu couldn't stop his shot!"

In this match.

Lu Ran also contributed a memorable scene:

As the center forward, he dribbled past several players in a solo run, and finally scored a goal while carrying Di Lingyan on his back. Everyone was talking about it with great interest, jokingly calling it "carrying a Yao on his body, killing the girl in Huaizhong".

Hahahaha.

Lu Ran turned around, wanting to mock Di Lingyan.

But his heart skipped a beat. The girl was clinging to his back, her skin damp with sweat, like two soft, bouncy balls of dough, as if they were about to melt.

The bumps and jolts create a captivating and unique aroma.

Di Lingyan also felt it... Lu Ran's broad, hard back radiated scorching heat, and a tingling current flowed into his heart, making him dizzy.

She let go and jumped down, keeping her head down and saying nothing.

Lu Ran was knocked down by his excited teammates who rushed over, and buried alive in layers of debris.

The game continued after the celebrations.

Even after conceding a goal, Di Lingyan continued to run actively.

The final score was 3-1, with Lu Ran scoring two goals and providing an assist, while Han Hongqiu also scored a spectacular long-range goal.

"Wow, you're amazing, buddy. Come play professionally! The national football team needs talent like you." Han Hongqiu smiled and hugged Lu Ran.

"Will this affect my chances of winning the Nobel Prize in Literature?" Lu Ran asked.

Han Hongqiu was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

China has made remarkable achievements in the fields of physiology, medicine, physics, and chemistry, but no Chinese person has yet won the crown of world literature.

After all, the Celestial Empire and the West are separated by a vast and thick linguistic border, and without even a translator, how can they participate?

Even if Lu Ran is a brilliant writer, winning the Nobel Prize in Literature? That's nothing short of a pipe dream, a pipe dream...

Its difficulty is comparable to Huaizhong High School team qualifying for the World Cup and winning the championship with a hat trick in the final.

Han Hongqiu took it as a joke: "Let's change your jersey."

Lu Ran gladly took off his white jersey, revealing his upper body, which was tanned to a warm golden color by the sun. His thin muscles were well-defined and glistening with sweat.

At that moment, Di Lingyan darted out and snatched the number nine jersey.

"Lu Ran said he wants to switch with me!" She winked slyly at Lu Ran.

"Uh, um." Lu Ran could only nod.

Han Hongqiu left with deep regret.

A gentle breeze caressed him, and the setting sun cast a soft glow on his upper body. He reached out to Di Lingyan, "Didn't you want to change? Give it to me."

Humph……

Di Lingyan glared at him: "I'll wash it when I get back and give it to you tomorrow."

She was wearing a quick-drying vest under her jersey, but it was soaked with sweat, so she was too embarrassed to give it to him directly.

Lu Ran didn't mind. He went to the sidelines to put his school uniform back on and smelled a long-lost cool fragrance.

It's like seeing a plum blossom in full bloom in the snow.

"Good shot," Zhao Yishuang said.

"Just lucky, just lucky." Lu Ran smiled.

The joy of scoring a one-on-one goal under the watchful eyes of the entire stadium is comparable to Vayne getting a pentakill in a desperate situation, causing an adrenaline rush and a feeling of exhilaration that makes your scalp tingle.

He has really changed a lot...

Zhao Yishuang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Xiao Di said he wants to invite me back to the literary society."

"What...do you think?"