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

In the innocent and naive days of student life, that hazy yet pure feeling of attraction is very precious.

Because once it's missed, it can never be regained.

The human face does not know where to go, Peach Blossom still laughs spring breeze.

No amount of money, experience, or beauty can replace the first love of youth—whether it was innocent, carefree, or silly and naive—after adulthood.

I wish to buy osmanthus flowers and share wine with them.

It doesn't seem to be like, youth swim.

So Lu Ran never regretted liking Zhao Yishuang. Well, thinking about it afterwards still makes him so ashamed that he rolls around under the covers.

Later, he had that long dream, possessing a treasure trove of literature and vague memories, but his mind wasn't much more mature than that of an average high school boy.

He was indeed terrified of being poor, and deep down he had a persistent crush on rich women.

But when a beautiful, wealthy woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere, he didn't know how to react.

She is clearly my favorite aloof beauty.

They were clearly kindred spirits who resonated with the sound of the flute.

but……

Lu Ran was bewildered, a faint fragrance lingering in his nostrils. Somewhat dazed, he said, "Sister, why are you like this? You should have waited for me to chat with you, give you gifts, and increase your affection for me. I accidentally discovered your past secrets, and on a special day, resolving your inner conflicts will unlock a special CG..."

Di Qingling underestimated the abstract nature of contemporary male high school students.

She coldly watched Lu Ran go mad.

"Yes, that's the look in your eyes." Lu Ran felt relieved.

"Don't play dumb." Di Qingling frowned and pinched his waist hard. "You know what I mean."

"Hiss." Lu Ran's eyes cleared.

Standing at just over 1.8 meters tall, he barely looked at Di Qingling, who was wearing high heels, at eye level. He honestly said, "I'm just an ordinary, handsome high school student who's lucky enough to have received a little bit of favor from fate."

"I can become arrogant and complacent, but I can also doubt myself and fear that my talent for giving up will be taken back. I have no other trump card but self-awareness and a desperate gamble."

"That's why I dislike passionate girls. They make me have unrealistic expectations. If I can avoid intense joy, I won't experience sorrow either."

Di Qingling listened quietly.

Poets are often extreme and sensitive.

This is precisely why we can capture the most subtle and pure emotions in the mundane and ordinary aspects of life.

Poets must contend with the real world and the poetic world, which are two completely opposing worlds. Therefore, Lu Ran's yearning for pure emotion is also full of contradictions.

Lu Ran's poetic personality undoubtedly arose from absorbing the ultimate ideas of countless poets, emerging from fragmentation and collision.

Hai Zi wrote "Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming," unable to bear the harshness of reality;

Gu Cheng, who wrote "The night gave me black eyes," became extreme and turned into a pathological giant baby... ultimately leading to self-destruction.

Although Lu Ran is not that extreme, she is often troubled by her split self.

Once someone crosses his boundaries of intimacy, he retreats back to his safe haven, like a newly hatched chick.

"Well……"

Di Qingling gently grasped Lu Ran's head and placed it on her soft, bouncy chest, stroking his hair as gently as if petting a cat.

The resistance weakened for a moment, turning into a calm warmth.

One breath, two breaths.

A subtle, ambiguous feeling arises; at this moment, silence speaks louder than words.

"Would this be better?" Di Qingling gently patted his back.

"Um."

Lu Ran blushed, like a crab shell being boiled with tenderness and love.

……

The new week is sunny and bright.

The first-year high school students faced the provincial exams, which were easily completed in two days. Immediately following was the intensive mini-World Cup, where the 24 first-year classes were divided into eight groups, playing three rounds a week, with the top two advancing.

Next month will be the round of 16, a four-round battle to determine the champion and runner-up.

Memories of this summer are destined to be tinged with the fervor of the World Cup, and for the students of Huaizhong High School, their youth is accompanied by the rise of a legend.

On Wednesday morning, Lu Ran was chatting with Zheng Yue about the plot of an online novel.

"Why didn't Guo Jing accept Hua Zheng as his wife?" Zheng Yue asked indignantly. "Childhood sweethearts are the best thing in the world!"

"It's rare to see someone who doesn't like Huang Rong," Lu Ran sneered.

"Huang Rong... Huang Rong is very good too," Zheng Yue said. "Can't we accept them all?"

"Is there a way to have it all?" Lu Ran asked with a smile. "Would you still like someone else?"

"Of course not!" Zheng Yue said firmly, then shook her head and said, "The two-dimensional world is different from the three-dimensional world."

"It's different, but novels are actually more logical than reality," Lu Ran said. "Guo Jing is a great hero who serves his country and people, so his love life must also be noble and righteous, leaving no room for criticism—otherwise, people will use his private life to attack his chivalrous heart."

Zheng Yue pondered Lu Ran's words: "No wonder, I always felt that Guo Jing, the protagonist, was too perfect. Apart from being dull, he had no flaws at all."

Lu Ran smiled.

He has already started writing the second part of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," titled "The Divine Condor."

Compared to Guo Jing, the epitome of chivalry, Yang Guo is a lone hero who straddles the line between good and evil, and it's believed that younger readers will prefer this type of protagonist.

Just then, Pan Jinwen came rushing down the corridor, her voice booming, "Time for the assembly on the playground! Everyone line up and come downstairs!"

Splash!

The desks and chairs creaked as the students lined up, chatting and laughing. Some of the students, who loved learning, even brought along a vocabulary book.

Lu Ran picked up the long flute case, preparing to slip away to Boya Building.

Although he and Sister Di hadn't made a formal agreement, they had a tacit understanding. He believed that as long as he practiced the xiao (vertical bamboo flute) every day, they would eventually be able to play a duet together again.

That embrace has become a closely guarded secret between the two.

Lu Ran had no idea how he got home or how he had fallen asleep these past few days.

Only one wonderful joy filled my chest and veins.

When I contacted my aunt's husband, Li Kangze, he unconsciously burst out laughing.

Li Kangze possessed an incredibly astute eye for talent.

Without even asking, one can guess whether Lu Ran has found that pipa player?

Lu Ran had no choice but to acquiesce.

Neither he nor Di Qingling had any dating experience, and they didn't know what to do or what to do. They just felt that they understood each other and were indescribably satisfied. A hug was wonderful, and saying goodnight to each other before going to sleep was the most beautiful thing.

Faced with Lu Ran's offer, Li Kangze accepted without hesitation, taking on the position of general manager of Lingran Culture. The details of his meticulous preparations are omitted here.

Back to the present moment, Lu Ran was preparing to slip away.

Pan Jinwen stared at him with her fierce eyes: "Lu Ran, where are you going?"

"I'm going to the restroom," Lu Ran said.

"Do you need to take one of these with you to the toilet?" Pan Jinwen stared at the long section of his school uniform jacket sticking out from under the hem, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent.

"Class monitor, please let me go. No one will care if I'm gone," Lu Ran pleaded.

"That won't do." Pan Jinwen said firmly, "Teacher Zhang specifically emphasized that you must be kept an eye on, because someone will call your name later."

"Huh?" Lu Ran asked, puzzled.

I haven't done anything wrong recently.

Could it be that the love letter he wrote to Zhao Yishuang was confiscated?

I followed the crowd out of the teaching building, still a little dazed.

On the playground, thousands of students from both grades gathered like a sea, their young faces reflecting the fiery morning light.

There were many people in suits standing on the stage, making it look like quite a large gathering.

There was a lot of discussion behind the class sign for Class 6.

"Eh!"

Xia Liang rattled off the details like a familiar story: "So many leading cadres have arrived, from the city and the province. What happened?"

Zheng Yue speculated, "Could it be... that they're all here to pay their respects to my brother Ran?"

"Outrageous, absolutely outrageous!"

Luo Dihua, who plays center forward on the class team, is known as the "Little Cristiano Ronaldo of Huaicheng." He shook his head and said, "Although I am also a big fan of Brother Ran, Brother Ran has not written any essays criticizing current affairs. It shouldn't have alarmed these high-ranking officials."

Zheng Yue stubbornly insisted, "How could it not be that bad?"

All the classmates laughed at Zheng Yue.

"A secret crush." ​​"You're the hottest guy in Huaizhong!"

Zheng Yue didn't take it to heart: "You're just jealous of me."

Amidst the noise, on the dais.

A senior leader took the microphone from Zheng Qianyun, patted the head of the microphone, and looked at the neat and energetic young students.

Good morning, dear students!

"Today, on behalf of the Qingdu Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government, I made a special trip to Huaicheng No.1 Middle School and I am very pleased to see everyone's good spirits!"

"The growth, knowledge, and sense of responsibility of the younger generation are related to the long-term development of the province and are even more closely related to the future prosperity and strength of the motherland."

"Your senior classmates have submitted a worthy answer to your youth and life. The next graduating class will be your stage for a bright future. We hope that all students will study diligently, think critically, face challenges without fear, and cherish their ideals!"

"Here, I would like to give special praise to a student... Is Lu Ran here? Lu Ran, please come up to the stage."

Lu Ran: Huh? ? ?

Lu Ran, who was inexplicably called upon, walked to the familiar podium to stand as punishment, and even then, he stood tall and straight, with bright and handsome features.

A circle of leaders cast kind glances their way.

The students below the stage gathered their curious gazes.

The senior leader continued speaking: "After special approval from the State Council, preliminary review and selection by the People's Education Press, multiple rounds of discussions, expert review and voting, and approval by the Ministry of Education—"

"It has been preliminarily determined that Lu Ran's long poem 'The Song of the Pipa' possesses extremely high literary value, has a positive value orientation, and is suitable for high school classroom teaching..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Then it was announced nationwide that 'The Song of the Pipa' would be included in the elective unit of the high school Chinese teaching materials for Qingdu Province, and a review would be conducted based on the feedback from the teaching trials."

"If the review is successful, it will be officially included in the national unified textbook catalog."

"Who says that there is no fertile ground for poets to grow in modern my country? Who says that contemporary Chinese literature lags behind the rest of the world? To borrow a line from Lu Ran's poem: Tonight, hearing your pipa music, it is like listening to celestial music, and my ears are temporarily enlightened."

"Our Qing Dynasty has produced a Lu Ran, and our country has produced a poet. It is a blessing for Qing Dynasty and a blessing for the Celestial Empire."

"..."

"..."

The entire room fell silent.

The audience was silent.

Only the wind howls and the sun shines warmly.