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

"This novel..."

Reading Editorial Department.

The top editor-in-chief, who was at work early in the morning, spotted "White Night Walking" among a bunch of mediocre novels.

"Did I submit it to the wrong section?"

It's clearly written in the style of a traditional novel.

However, out of a sense of duty as an editor, he patiently clicked on it—even the worst shit has to be tasted for its saltiness.

One hour later.

Comet, the female editor sitting next to me, asked, "Brother Jin, how many have you reviewed? How many have you signed off on?"

"Ah...oh." Tao Jin looked like a dazed goose, propping his head up with his hand. "Signed one, not bad, not bad."

"How good is it?" Comet asked.

"It's not your average kind, it's... very special, uh, I can't really explain it, you'll see when you see it." Tao Jin stroked his stubble, his eyes filled with a sense of vicissitude.

It's been a long time since I've read a book so engrossed that I'm completely absorbed.

After all, he's an online novel editor, seeing thousands of manuscripts every day. What kind of tricks hasn't he seen?

I've never seen anything like this before.

More realistic and logical than online novels, more accessible and engaging than serious literature.

In addition, the mystery genre naturally makes people want to investigate...

Who is the murderer? What was the motive? How ingenious was the method used?

Moreover, the very first chapter of *White Night* establishes a strong atmosphere of suspense—

Murder in a locked room;

The perfect crime;

Another murder occurs, shrouded in mystery, as if everyone is hiding a secret...

After a moment, Comet hesitated and asked, "...This isn't quite like a web novel, Brother Jin, should we sign this one?"

"Sign, of course we have to sign." Tao Jin made the decision.

Judging from the writing skills, the realistic and concise style is very suitable for the Japanese mystery genre, and the author is by no means mediocre.

He even suspected that some traditional literary master might be testing the waters in online literature...

Otherwise, who would write online novels that are 100,000 words long?

……

Class 6, Grade 1, Huaicheng No.1 Middle School.

"Alright, Ran-ge is in his slumber mode again." Zheng Yue thoughtfully drew the blue curtains to keep the golden morning light out.

Lu Ran lay on the table and slept soundly during her morning reading.

English teacher Tian Luojiao came to check on him personally and told the students around him to keep their voices down when reciting vocabulary so as not to wake Lu Ran...

In response, Zheng Yue could only sigh that having talent truly allows one to do whatever one wants!

"How long did I sleep?"

After the second class ended, Lu Ran rubbed his sleepy eyes and groggily opened them.

"You skipped two of Lao Zhang's classes, and you still have two of Lao Huang's classes this morning," Zheng Yue asked with a sigh. "Did you stay up late again?"

Staying up late? All night long!

Last night he posted a whopping 100,000 words, transforming into a pianist from the "Zu'an" era.

I, Lu Ran, possess only twenty-six keys, yet I have managed to break through my family's poverty.

Lu Ran scratched his head. Perfect timing. He could use his Chinese class to think about what to write for the national essay competition.

I'll put together an article for Lao Huang to review.

"Lu Ran, you're finally awake!"

Suddenly, a face appeared on her bookshelf, her lips red and teeth white, her eyes curved like crescent moons, instantly filling the room with spring-like brightness and blossoming flowers.

Needless to say, it's cool in summer.

Zheng Yue jumped up in surprise and stammered, "Then...then you guys chat, I'll go take a stroll around the convenience store."

That's his problem; he's afraid to talk to girls, and his face turns red as soon as he does.

"Please bring me a bottle of soda, thank you." Xia Liang didn't stand on ceremony, brazenly taking over the spot, her eyes fixed on Lu Ran.

Zheng Yue kept turning back to look at Ran Ge, wondering if she should learn to write poetry from him.

Xia Liang smiled, her lips slightly upturned.

"What?" Lu Ran had a headache.

He was really annoyed by Xia Liang. A girl like her shouldn't be so reserved. Xia Liang had good relationships with quite a few boys. Admittedly, she was lively and cheerful, but there should be a limit.

"You promised to write me a love letter, you won't go back on your word, will you?" Xia Liang asked expectantly.

"...I'll write it for you now." Lu Ran gritted his teeth.

Xia Liang stared with bright eyes, surprised and happy: "Right now? Okay, okay~"

Lu Ran glanced at Xia Liang, pondered for a moment, and then picked up his pen.

Swish swish!

The brush moves like dragons and snakes!

Lu Ran tore off a piece of draft paper and handed it to Xia Liang, saying casually, "Here, just this one sentence, nothing more."

"Just one sentence?!" Xia Liang puffed out her cheeks.

But when she saw that line of poetry, she couldn't help but hold her breath:

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

"What...what does this mean?" Xia Liang was both embarrassed and delighted. She was embarrassed because Lu Ran had actually written a poem for her.

What pleases me is that although the poem is short, it has a very charming quality.

And it's even a line of classical Chinese poetry!

"Go and judge for yourself," Lu Ran said enigmatically.

"Oh, thank you." Xia Liang was overjoyed, gazing at Lu Ran with a dreamy look, her fragrant body leaning towards him...

"Go back, go back, don't let people misunderstand." Lu Ran said hurriedly, rubbing his temples and sitting up straight. This girl's charm is no joke.

My heart rate jumped to 150 after just three seconds of eye contact with her.

"Tch." Xia Liang pouted and got up to return to her seat.

Zheng Yue rushed back to the classroom, covered in sweat. She placed the iced soda on Xia Liang's desk, then huffed as she returned to her seat. "Ran-ge, did you get it?"

"Go to hell." Lu Ran said irritably.

"No, why are you so greedy? You can't keep trying to swallow an elephant!" Zheng Yue exclaimed, getting agitated.

"...Don't spread rumors." Lu Ran flicked his wrist and said, "Women will only slow down my sword-drawing speed, understand?"

Zheng Yue pouted: "So what if you haven't met someone you truly like? Let me ask you, if Zhao Yishuang came to you, would you be tempted?"

"That's all in the past." Lu Ran said coldly.

"Where is Zuo Hanzhi?"

"I'll think about it..."

"You..." Zheng Yue said with disdain.

Lu Ran shrugged. A graceful lady is the object of a gentleman's affections. His ideal type is someone like Zhao Yishuang, who has a cold and cute face. The more indifferent she is, the more it arouses his sense of conquest.

He looked down at the backend data of "White Night".

Yo!

Lu Ran's eyes lit up.

Favorites: 1314, Comments: 285.

There are already so many favorites and comments before even signing a contract?

[Update urgently, can't sleep at night!]

[Where did this reincarnation of Old Deng come from? His logic is impeccable; he's truly a divine being.]

Forgive my ignorance, but this is the first time I've ever read such a captivating mystery novel!

[Dear Rainy Night, you posted in the wrong section. You should have posted this in the Literature section...]

[This is so exciting! What's the relationship between Yukiho and Ryoji?! Ahhhhh!]

[Sign the contract quickly, I want to give the author tons of gold coins!]

……

Lu Ran smiled.

Due to the suppression of serious literature, popular literature in this world is still in its infancy, and this book, White Night Walk, has truly opened everyone's eyes.

Once the contract is signed...

Tens of thousands of orders? A piece of cake!

The Twelve Heavenly Kings are already in my grasp!

Achieving Platinum rank is just around the corner!

He opened his private messages on the platform and, sure enough, received a contract offer.

Open the contract and sign it.

Less than two minutes later, a private message popped up: You cannot sign a contract if you are under 18 years old...

"Holy crap!"

Lu Ran was in a panic and almost forgot that he was only a first-year high school student and couldn't sign a contract at all.

If you can't sign a contract, the book can't be published, and readers can read the later chapters for free, which is commonly known as "free-loading".

Even readers who want to tip me don't have a way to do so.

That's real money...

"Forget it, I won't release the rest for now." Lu Ran sighed and canceled the scheduled release of the subsequent chapters, deciding to wait until he could come up with a way to get a contract.

As he sighed, a frenzied figure rushed down the corridor.

"Yay! I won!"

Huang Haitang held a brand-new magazine, beaming with joy, waving her arms in the astonished gazes of her classmates.

"It's a hit! It's a hit!"

"Lu Ran's love letter has been selected for inclusion in *World Poetry*!"