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

Lu Ran has so much sexual tension...

Tian Luojiao thought to herself.

—Nonsense, if someone had five million on them, do you think they'd be any less formidable?

Lu Ran changed into a shirt and trousers and came to the living room.

He appears to be just an ordinary, unremarkable male high school student.

But with the film adaptation's release, he suddenly transformed into a handsome and wealthy male god with a net worth of over five million...

"That's five million..." Tian Luojiao murmured.

How can the differences between people be so great!

Tian Luojiao felt that she had wasted half her life.

There may be a fleeting thought of greed to abscond with the money, but that would be the most foolish thing to do.

Clinging to Lu Ran's coattails is far more important than worldly money.

"Don't worry, Sister Jiao, as long as I have a bite of meat, you'll have a sip of soup," Lu Ran said with a grin.

With two years until graduation, Tian Luojiao would need his help with all sorts of things, big and small, so he naturally wouldn't be stingy and paid her 20,000 yuan a month.

"With so much money, have you thought about how you plan to spend it?"

Tian Luojiao was somewhat worried that he would squander his hard-earned royalties after becoming suddenly rich.

I am even more worried that he will be corrupted by money and fall into depravity.

"I suggest you put your money in a bank fixed deposit. That way you'll get several thousand in interest every month!" Tian Luojiao thought of this wonderful thing and laughed out loud in her dreams.

"I'm young, I'm young, aren't I?" Lu Ran waved his hand. "Of course I should enjoy myself now that I have money."

"Eh—!" Tian Luojiao's eyes widened; her worst fears had come true. "But, but..."

"Sister Jiao, do you think that keeping money in the bank is the safest option?"

Lu Ran said with a smile, "Actually, it's just that our parents' generation experienced the reform and opening up and the reform of state-owned enterprises, and they have a strong attachment to the iron rice bowl."

Anyone with a basic understanding of economics knows that holding cash is essentially investing in currency, which is indeed a prudent and conservative strategy.

"But... the real investment is investing in yourself, investing in your memories, and enjoying the compound interest of time."

"Climbing a mountain at eighteen is a different experience than climbing a mountain at twenty-eight."

"Memories of climbing mountains when I was eighteen can stay with me until I'm old. I'm saving all my money; am I going to wait until I'm eighty to spend it?"

For Lu Ran, the most important word is not "enjoyment," but "cherish."

Cherish this moment.

Cherish your youth.

Cherish what is truly precious.

Whether it's happiness or regret, even ten or fifty years from now, or on the eve of death, it will all be a beautiful memory that brings a smile to one's face.

Tian Luojiao's mouth gaped open, unable to close it for a long time: "That makes so much sense!"

No wonder he's a great writer, while I'm just an English teacher...

"So how are you going to enjoy this?" Tian Luojiao asked, hugging a sofa cushion and looking at the boy with curiosity.

"Uh." Lu Ran thought for a moment.

I gave all my royalties from May and the Parasite licensing fees to my family. We bought a car and did some renovations, and we still have some money left over. Buying a house isn't in a rush for now.

Although buying a house is a large investment, just like investing in stocks, it is also risky. With housing prices rising year after year, who knows when they will collapse?

Now, he can do whatever he wants with these five million.

Then spend it freely and happily.

"Let's buy a Hasselblad II and a lens to play with first."

Tian Luojiao breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, photography is a healthy hobby.

"If I buy another mountain bike and a pair of stereos, that'll cost three or four million," Lu Ran pondered.

"...What kind of mountain bike is so expensive!" Tian Luojiao exclaimed in surprise.

"Mountain bikes aren't expensive; a few hundred thousand is the maximum."

Lu Ran couldn't wait to assemble a top-of-the-line audio system. "Playing with audio equipment is really expensive. Hmm, I'll need to decorate my room to match."

Tian Luojiao: ...

……

In the afternoon, in the master bedroom studio.

Xia Liang sat at her worktable, quietly finishing the final touches on "Summer's Death by Light".

Li Xingping sifted through the manuscripts, produced the final version, and stretched: "Whew~ finally done!"

"I've got mine sorted out too."

"The biggest highlight of this issue is Yi Shuang's new work after her comeback. Have you seen it?"

"I saw it, she's definitely worthy of the name."

"Yeah, with Lu Ran's final work, Han Zhi's poem, and your comic, it's a huge loss for our magazine to only sell for ten yuan a copy!"

"Yes, the profit margin has been squeezed very thin. We can only rely on small profits and quick turnover. I'm wondering if printing 500 copies is too few."

"I think so too! Our performance was so popular yesterday, it should boost sales, right?"

"How about eight hundred copies?" Xia Liang pondered. "Printing too few copies would make it impossible to cover the costs of plate making and printing."

"How about a thousand copies?" Li Xingping suggested.

"No, what if it crashes again?" Xia Liang was extremely conflicted. "Eight hundred is better."

If the performance is only so-so, she will definitely only prepare 500 copies;

But yesterday's performance was a huge success, which gave her some more confidence.

In the Liangran Literature Club's group chat, everyone exchanged ideas and discussed things back and forth.

The final number approved was still 800 copies.

The printing costs can be recovered as long as 700 copies are sold.

The cover, design, layout, and content of the second issue of "Huaizhong Pictorial" have been reviewed and proofread, and the final draft has been sent for printing.

I was busy until late at night.

This weekend was fulfilling and busy.

……

Nighttime, Lu Zhi's home, study.

After clicking to submit his work, Li Kangze collapsed onto the floor, utterly exhausted.

To edit this video, he spent all his time in his study after getting up in the morning. The lunch his wife brought at noon had already gone cold, and he didn't even have time to eat a few bites.

The video was seen entering the review queue.

Li Kangze felt a surge of satisfaction and accomplishment welling up inside him. Just as he was about to fall into a deep sleep, he was suddenly kicked awake.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

"I'm so tired today..."

"It's not your fault for not going to work, but you still have to take good care of your wife!"

Lu Zhi grabbed his feet and dragged him back to the room.

……

Monday morning.

Lu Ran arrived at the classroom early in the morning and heard a familiar song.

At this time, less than half of the students in the class had arrived, and clips of the performance were playing on the whiteboard screen.

A band composed of five beautiful girls, a stunningly beautiful traditional Chinese stage in a direct shot... It's packed with elements of communication studies; it would be an injustice if it didn't become a hit.

Lu Ran wasn't surprised when his classmates found out.

When he searched for it yesterday, the video clip already had over two million views and had made it onto the trending list.

Holy crap!

Zheng Yue was incredibly excited: "Brother Ran, why didn't you invite us to support such an amazing performance?"

"Because I was afraid you would take up the seats meant for casual spectators," Lu Ran said.

"Hehe." Zheng Yue had a show-off streak. "I said in the comments that this was my classmate, but nobody believed me."

"Who put this on?" Lu Ran saw the screen playing a video of him thanking his older brother for the donation, and he was so embarrassed that he picked his toes. "Turn it off right away."

"Zhou Jiahao, right?" Yuan Binbin turned around. "He's the whiteboard administrator."

"Then I'll go turn it off." Zheng Yue rushed to the podium and turned off the screen.

Lu Ran knew that the girls in the literature club were prepared to enter the public eye by choosing to perform.

The show's popularity will definitely boost sales.

To be honest, in Lu Ran's opinion, 800 copies was still too few, and the price of ten yuan was too low.

However, given the disappointment of the last issue of the magazine, he dared not make any premature judgments.

Zheng Yue turned off the video and was about to return to her seat.

"Hey Chao, why did you turn it off?!" Zhou Jiahao yelled at Zheng Yue. "Everyone was watching perfectly fine, and you just slammed it off! Are you even human?!"

"The whiteboard is for studying. Ask Lao Zhang if you're allowed to show entertainment videos!" Zheng Yue said, standing in front of the blackboard with her strong body.

"I'm really going too far! It's a performance by one of our own classmates, why can't we watch it?" Zhou Jiahao tried to push him away, but couldn't.

"If you want to see it, go home and get your phone. Don't bark like a dog here!" Zheng Yue said disdainfully.

"Don't block the way, dog!"

"Is the dog barking again?"

Seeing more and more classmates staring at them, Zhou Jiahao sneered, "I get it, you don't want us to see Li Xingping, hahaha!"

Zheng Yue's eyes were bloodshot, and her fists clenched tightly.

Just as he was about to exert force in his forearm, Lu Ran grabbed him, saying, "Don't do it."

Zheng Yue calmed down.

With a gentle smile, Lu Ran handed the phone, which was still in use, to Zhou Jiahao.

Zhou Jiahao shouted as if he had been insulted, "Call for help? You think you can be afraid of me? Do you know who I am?"

A chilling voice, as if from hell, boomed: "Whoever you are, come to the principal's office immediately."

Zhou Jiahao: 6

……

After Zhou Jiahao left with a smile, the classroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Actually, I really don't care anymore," Zheng Yue said angrily, "but when he said those kinds of stupid things, I just couldn't help it..."

"That's normal," Lu Ran said. "But if you get bitten by a dog, you don't necessarily have to bite back."

"So you're just going to launch a nuclear bomb, right?" someone said crisply.

"Hahaha." Zheng Yue laughed.

He turned his head and saw that it was Li Xingping, who was wearing a blue and white school uniform, who was speaking. He was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to look.

"Thank you, thank you for turning off that video," Li Xingping said with a smile. "It was quite embarrassing to show that in front of my classmates."

"No big deal!" Zheng Yue patted her chest. "If anyone dares to release the video again, I'll teach them a lesson!"

"Quiet down, everyone." Huang Haitang strode into the classroom, pushed open the blackboard, and said, "Today's morning reading will begin with a video..."

Zheng Yue: ?