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

bang bang!

Some students dragged desks and chairs, making a lot of noise in the classroom.

Zheng Yue returned with a long face: "Will we ever meet again, Ran-ge...?"

Speak like a human.

"We might have to part ways for a while," Zheng Yue said with a bright smile. "Your deskmate will still be me~"

"Looks like I'll have to go ask Lao Zhang to change my seat," Lu Ran said.

"Brother Ran, no!" Zheng Yue cried.

"Then let's move it," Lu Ran said. "The sooner we finish moving, the sooner we can take a nap."

A moment later...

Yuan Binbin and Meng Lu turned around, laughing and joking.

"Hi." "Nice to meet you again."

Lu Ran was speechless: "What's the difference between changing seats and not changing them at all?"

It was simply a matter of moving from the fourth group to the first group.

Being next to the back door of the classroom made it easier to launch myself and rush to the cafeteria for food.

"We've moved to a better location," Zheng Yue said, quite satisfied.

Changing seats does bring a sense of novelty.

Lu Ran turned his head and saw Xia Liang and Li Xingping carrying a table over to his left.

Xia Liang's seat was just across the aisle from his.

"Hehehe, what a coincidence." Xia Liang laughed and patted Lu Ran hard on the back.

Ugh... Lu Ran is having a bit of a headache.

Zheng Yue was already enough for him, and now there's the even more abstract Xia Liang.

If possible, he would still prefer to sit at the same table as Zuo Hanzhi, at least it would be quiet and pleasing to the eye.

The noise gradually subsided, and the seats were quickly adjusted. The changes were minor, just slight adjustments to the various groups.

After the lunch break bell rang, the hushed whispers subsided...

So sleepy... Lu Ran felt drowsy and fell asleep on the table.

……

"The large strings roar like a sudden rainstorm, the small strings whisper like private words."

"The sounds of the zither, a cacophony of notes, fall like pearls of all sizes onto a jade plate."

The music from the radio echoed in the classrooms and throughout the campus.

Lu Ran woke up groggily to complete darkness.

After turning around, he noticed a blue and white school uniform jacket covering his head. He took it off and sniffed it carefully; there was a faint fragrance of soap.

"Whose clothes are these...?" Lu Ran asked blankly.

"I was worried you'd be cold because the air conditioning was on low," Li Xingping said softly.

"Oh, thank you." Lu Ran felt embarrassed and quickly handed over his coat through the sleeping Xia Liang.

"Your song was played on the school radio station," Li Xingping said, pointing to the classroom loudspeaker.

"I'm fed up!" Lu Ran said angrily. "Even the best song will be annoying if you use it as an alarm clock."

"Yes, the school should pay you copyright fees." Li Xingping covered her mouth and chuckled.

"But this song is sung by Zuo Hanzhi," Lu Ran pondered. "I never get tired of her voice, so let's forgive the school this time."

Li Xingping: ...

Left cold branch, again left cold branch.

She clearly puts in a lot of effort when she dances!

An inexplicable sense of grievance welled up within me, like a flood bursting its banks...

But the thought of being within a meter of him, being able to see his profile at any time, makes my forehead feel like it's burning hot.

A song has finished playing.

The students all woke up from their hibernation.

He Tingting smiled and said to her deskmate, "Hanzhi, you're not only a poet, you also have the potential to be a singer!"

Zuo Hanzhi straightened her back and said calmly, "It's because Lu Ran's lyrics are so good."

The first class in the afternoon is math.

Zhang Xuan walked into the classroom beaming, and immediately began to speak:

"A new seat should bring a new atmosphere. The provincial exams and final exams are just around the corner. Don't think you can relax just because you're only in your first year of high school..."

Lu Ran was too lazy to listen to the same old tune.

He took out some stationery from the drawer and began to think about what kind of love letter he should write to Zhao Yishuang.

It may seem like she's writing a love letter, but in reality, she's sorting out her own feelings.

He reflected deeply on himself.

Last semester.

Zhao Yishuang was writing her debut novel, "Life is Bitter," preparing for the publication of "Huaizhong Pictorial," and struggling to keep the literary society afloat...

And what about yourself?

He's obsessed with clinging to rich women, and only wants to live off them without putting in any effort.

He pursued Zhao Yishuang aimlessly, showering her with concern and care...

Put yourself in their shoes, is it a good match?

Poet from the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications.

Lu Ran was very clear:

The literary society is now in a harmonious atmosphere, with everyone reunited and working together to make the magazine famous and go beyond the campus. If you're thinking about slim waists, long legs, and romantic moments under the moon and flowers right now, isn't that betraying us?

Poets of Wanquan.

Compared to dreams and career, romance is utterly worthless.

Her charm lies precisely in her focus on her dreams and her self-control.

If I were to try to bind her with petty romantic feelings, I would be too shallow and presumptuous.

Therefore, the conclusion is obvious...

On the surface, Zhao Yishuang asked him to write her a love letter, but in reality, she was testing herself to see if she had truly understood her.

The question setter's intention is clear, so how should one answer this paper to get full marks?

It's simple, just praise her!

Praise her lavishly!

This time, Lu Ran did not copy the poem from his dream verbatim.

Instead, it partly quotes Zhu Shenghao's love letters and partly contains his own original works, expressing his admiration for classmate Yishuang.

In short, just shower her with compliments and that's it...

I prayed to the gods, and the responses I received were Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Lu You, Su Shi, Xin Qiji, and Tao Yuanming…

Anyway, the big shots are all protecting me.

After writing "The Ballad of the Pipa," he internalized the skills of those great poets throughout history. His current poetic attainments are equivalent to those of a first-rate poet.

It comes easily to me.

Lu Ran spread out the letter paper, took out his art pen with a curved nib, and filled it with ink.

Thoughts flow, the pen moves like dragons and snakes.

Its essence is hidden, penetrating to the core.

Love flows like a spring stream and blooms like summer flowers.

"To my dear friend Yishuang, I respectfully present this letter."

"I'm writing to you with bleary eyes. It's 2:33 PM now. Last night I was engrossed in reading your 'Love Letter from an Unknown Woman'..."

I took a really deep nap at noon, and when I woke up I felt so much love for you...

"Huaicheng is a city blessed with outstanding natural beauty and talent. The exquisite spirit accumulated over a thousand years has culminated in a noble and pure young woman, and that is you..."

"My biggest ambition used to be to become your best friend. Now, my ambition is to hope that this friendship can continue until death (calling this ambition is not an exaggeration at all)..."

"At the same time, I hope to become a better person so that you will like me too, even if it's just a little bit..."

"You must come to my wedding someday, because I don't want to lose contact with you afterward..."

"Finding a wife just to see you sounds ridiculous and not worth it... If seeing you once isn't enough, would I have to divorce my wife and remarry? It would be best to marry you so I can see you every day. What do you think?"

"I'm in class, and I wanted to write you a poem, but I can't come up with anything except 'I love you'..."

"Zhao Yishuang, your name is the best. It sounds clean and sharp, even a little intimidating. It was etched into my heart the first time I heard it..."

"Life is always wasted, especially studying math. Using class time to write you a letter makes math class at least meaningful..."

Lu Ran got into the writing.

It's as if the poet is possessed by a saint! His brushstrokes are so powerful they shake the Five Sacred Mountains, and his poems are so elegant they seem to soar above the vast ocean.

Suddenly, I felt the surroundings become quiet.

He blinked, and eyes from all directions converged on him.

The classroom was silent and quiet.

Zhang Xuan stood silently behind him, bending over to look at the still-wet ink on the letter, a cold glint flashing in his glasses.

Old Zhang, when did you arrive?

Are all homeroom teachers in the world like ghosts?!

Lu Ran's mind was buzzing, but her clear eyes met Zhang Xuan's gaze...

stare.

They stared at each other for a good two or three seconds.

Zhang Xuan adjusted his glasses and walked from the aisle to the podium. "Okay, now let's look at the fundamental theorem of planar vectors. First, we need to establish the vector coordinate axes..."

The whole class enthusiastically started discussing it.

"Sorry, Ran-ge, I see you're writing so diligently..." Zheng Yue lowered her voice.

"It's nothing." Lu Ran waved his hand and continued writing as if guided by divine inspiration.

"I just got caught by Lao Zhang, but I didn't have any other thoughts, I just missed you, missed you, missed you, missed you, missed you..."

"I dreamt during my afternoon nap that you ate a tiger, and I cried my eyes out..."

"The stationery I'm using is specifically for love letters; this is the first time I've used it for Zuo Hanzhi..."

"I admit I'm lustful, but my lust is different from others. I believe that beautiful women are the treasures of the world. Truly beautiful people are beautiful from the soul to the body. Even if you have a beauty that dazzles the world, I must be frank: if you don't have a soul full of ethereal imagination and creativity, I will never consider you a beauty..."

"In short, there is no one in the world more beautiful than you. I always feel as if you don't really exist in this world, but are a fictional character, someone I imagine to comfort myself..."

"Thankfully, you're in my world. I'll always be grateful for your kindness. I hope that one day... I won't say anymore."

"Countless loves."

"May all happiness await you." (Note 14)

"I like you, Lu Ran."

Oh, and here's a poem for you.

"His nature is like white jade, which remains cool even when burned; his writing is like a red string, which becomes more profound the more it is struck."

"Only longing for you cannot be cured; though the ointment melts and the snow falls, my longing still arises."

The pen falls, and the work is finished.

Lu Ran inspected it carefully and was quite satisfied.

It not only praised Xiao Zhao's ambition and character, but also subtly expressed admiration and longing... If I don't get full marks, who will?

Suddenly, he noticed that Zheng Yue was staring blankly at him, her lips seemed to be twitching, and white foam was faintly oozing out.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Ran asked, puzzled.

Zheng Yue clutched the same letter in her right hand, clenched her fist and pounded her chest, her eyes vacant and her mouth parched: "I...I...I..."

What kind of stinky shit did I write?!

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Brother Ran, I've realized... I just can't write love letters... I can't... I just can't..."

Lu Ran was even more confused.

"Even if someone is stupid, can't they write a love letter?"

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Note 14: Adapted from Zhu Shenghao's letters.