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

Ideal is plump, reality is skinny.

OHHHHHHHHH!

The Class 15 students in the stands erupted in cheers.

Less than ten minutes into the game, the sixth-grade defender was beaten, and the opposing striker, number 10, easily scored a goal.

"Damn it, how are we supposed to play like this?" The forward from Class 6 was in despair.

Lu Ran had given them tactical instructions before.

But even the best tactics are useless without the right techniques.

The school team's forwards can easily dribble past opponents, which means that Class 6's defense is practically non-existent.

"Old Zheng, come with me to the backfield."

There was no other way... Lu Ran called Zheng Yue over and moved the three defenders to the midfield to play a 4-3-2-1 defensive system.

This impromptu change of tactics proved highly effective, halting the relentless offensive of Class 15.

However, the clash between the two teams' forwards in Class 6's half was quite bizarre.

On the benches below the stands, girls dressed in cheerleading uniforms sat and rested.

"I'm sending it now, I'm sending it now." Di Lingyan grinned from ear to ear. "Oh dear, even your cheerleading squad won't help, Liang-jie. The raw talent speaks for itself."

"Go away, why should I listen to your sarcastic remarks?" Xia Liang said irritably.

Li Xingping looked at Lu Ran, and her heart would leap with joy every time he picked up the ball.

With agile movements, like a tiger glimpsed in the deep forest, a fox lurking in the snow, or an eagle surveying the sky, it exudes an astonishing charm under the sun, drawing everyone's attention.

She's a complete succubus.

"A tortoise-like tactic? How long can they hold out on that?"

The opposing player number 10 snorted and executed a two-on-one one-two pass with his teammate, getting past Zheng Yue and breaking into the penalty area!

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Another one-on-one opportunity!

Sixth-class goalkeeper Yuan Binbin hurriedly went out to meet the attack.

Number 10 aimed at the opening under his legs and unleashed a powerful shot—

"Dabin, hold the line!"

Yuan Binbin closed her eyes and knelt down to offer herself.

The students in Class 6 couldn't bear to watch as the ball grazed his thigh and deflected, heading straight for the far corner of the goal.

"Two to zero!" Number 10 was already running to celebrate.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared out of nowhere and leaped high into the air.

He gripped the crossbar with one hand, spun around, and kicked the ball far away in mid-air.

The ball traced a full arc across the blue sky—

Everyone was stunned.

At that moment, Cristiano Ronaldo Rodríguez, who was near the central axis, did not miss the brilliant pass, and the ball landed perfectly on the wide grass in front of him.

He took off in an instant, sprinted to receive the ball, and dribbled wildly all the way.

Facing the goalkeeper, he slotted the ball into the net!

What an amazing long pass!

The reversal happened so quickly that the students in Class 6 stood up and cheered.

Class 15: "..."

Is this how you kick a ball?

In the second half, Lu Ran stood tall in front of the penalty area, like a second goalkeeper.

The forwards of Class 15 were unable to exert their full strength, as if they were trapped in a quagmire.

Pass it, but it's offside; dribble past it, but you can't get past it; shoot, but you can't break through...

They will also be quickly countered by the other party, and it looks like they are about to get into a stalemate.

"It's almost time."

Lu Ran silently conserved his energy.

After lying in wait for eighty minutes, they made a swift breakthrough on the right wing at the moment of attack and defense transition.

"Quick! Stop him!"

As the midfielders and defenders of Class 15 pressed forward, Lu Ran didn't make any fancy moves; he simply moved like a lone wolf hunting a herd of deer.

After inspecting the defensive line, we enter the sweet spot.

He lifted his foot, cracked the whip, and pierced through the goalkeeper's fingers.

A decisive blow!

The stands erupted!

In fact, Lu Ran is a low-key person, but the feeling of being the center of attention is not bad, amidst applause and cheers.

Lu Ran ran through the goal against the wind, raised his right hand towards the stands, and extended one index finger.

This ball...

This is for you.

The woman in white on the stands stood up. The sky was as blue as a piece of velvet, and the white scarf around her neck danced in the wind, like a burning cloud.

Whoosh—!

The referee blew the final whistle.

On the field, Lu Ran's teammates were so excited that they tossed him into the air as if they had won the championship.

"So refreshing!"

"You call this a dragon? Are you a poet?"

Because of the disparity in strength, compared to other classes in the group stage who achieved large scores of 7-1 or 9-0.

This underdog victory, a 2-1 comeback win, remains unforgettable.

The opposing player, number 10, walked over, looking both helpless and admiring: "I'm completely convinced. You were truly amazing that time. Come join our youth training team."

"Thanks for the invitation, but I prefer to play around with it." Lu Ran smiled.

Having a hobby is one thing, playing professionally is another. Football relies too much on teammates, and he prefers a two-person sport.

Most importantly, with Di Qingling here, how could he have time to care about anything else?

"Lu Ran, you're amazing!" Xia Liang jumped up and down excitedly.

Beside her were Li Xingping, Zuo Hanzhi, Meng Lu, He Tingting, Lu Jingshu, Di Lingyan...

Hey, what's Di Lingyan doing here?

"Hahaha." Lu Ran laughed and gave them a high five.

He has become the most sought-after idol in the eyes of girls.

Even if they don't understand football, as long as he's handsome, that's all that matters.

"I guess...you're pretty good, aren't you?" Di Lingyan did a lot of mental preparation before casually praising him.

"Huh?" Lu Ran didn't quite hear clearly, his eyes fixed on the elegant woman in white on the stands.

He ran to the tap and sent a message to Di Qingling, asking her to wait for him at Boya Building.

He quickly wiped away his sweat and changed out of his jersey. He also asked Zheng Yue to find an excuse to ask for leave for him.

At this moment, nothing is more important than her.

……

At this moment, the song announcing the end of lunch break began to play.

The students from Class 6 returned to their classrooms, excitedly discussing the competition they had just witnessed.

"Where's Lu Ran? Where did he go?" Xia Liang looked around but couldn't see Lu Ran, so she turned to ask Zheng Yue.

"What business is it of yours where Ran-ge goes? Do you have a crush on him?" Zheng Yue squinted.

"Pah! With his showy appearance, he's practically a peacock spreading its tail feathers!" Xia Liang scoffed. "Who would like such a freak? Xing Ping, don't you agree?"

"Huh?" Li Xingping was confused.

"Guan Yin said I have a crush on Lu Ran, isn't that hilarious?" Xia Liang chuckled. "Only people who don't know him would be fooled by his appearance."

Zheng Yue retorted, "That's because you simply don't understand him..."

As Li Xingping listened to their argument, her mind gradually went blank, her thoughts seemingly floating in outer space.

She recalled her junior high school days.

At that time, she and two other girls became friends through studying, and they often ate together and spent time in the library together.

Until one day, the girl told her that she had developed feelings for boy A, and Li Xingping expressed her support.

As a result, another boy, B, confessed his feelings to the girl beforehand and was rejected. Boy B said it was okay, they could still be good friends.

But when the girl announced that she was dating boy A, the friendship between the four of them fell apart, and they became like strangers.

Li Xingping vaguely realized...

Within a small group, once romantic relationships become involved, it becomes very difficult to return to the pure friendship that once existed.

She felt as if she saw two versions of herself.

One was like an angel with pure white wings; the other was like a little devil with a pair of curved ram horns on its head.

A voice said: Absolutely not! The reunion of the literary society is hard-won and extremely precious. Are you going to destroy everyone?

Another voice tempts: Why suppress your feelings? Everyone will wish you well! This carefree and passionate youth only happens once!

……

Boya Building.

In a quiet music room, green branches climb the red wall outside the window, and the glass keeps out the summer heat.

Di Qingling sat in front of the guqin, her slender fingers dancing across the strings.

Her hands are beautiful. Her piano teacher when she was a child said that she was not suitable for playing the piano because her fingers were long and delicate, which was not conducive to the movement and explosiveness of the keys.

The pipa is naturally more popular, but...

"Zheng—" Di Qingling strummed the zither, glancing calmly toward the doorway.

After listening to the "Three Variations on Plum Blossom," Lu Ran felt a deep sense of pity for the cold and pure tone of the music.

This woman, who appears aloof, ethereal, and unapproachable to others, actually possesses a sentimental heart.

"Why did you come today?" Lu Ran was pleasantly surprised and ran to Di Qingling, who pulled him to sit down on a stool.

Sitting side by side, I couldn't help but smell the faint fragrance of her hair.

"I was busy with the 'Parasite' tour the other day, and I only just finalized the framework for Lingran Studio today. I came to report to you." Di Qingling looked at him gently.

"Leave the studio matters to my uncle," Lu Ran said.

"Hmm, I...may have underestimated the value of your IPs before." Di Qingling thought for a moment, "The online literature market is still a blue ocean, and you've managed to be a pioneer."

"Haha, what a lucky break." Lu Ran looked into her clear eyes, and his heart suddenly raced.

"Congratulations." Di Qingling smiled, pursing her lips. "Now that 'The Song of the Pipa' has been selected for textbooks, you won't feel like your talents are being wasted anymore, right?"

"No, not anymore." Lu Ran smiled as well. "Yeah, you deserve half the credit for this."

The other half is my brother Bai.

Di Qingling pursed her lips and gently took his hand: "The matter here in Huaicheng has been settled. I... I'm going to the provincial capital tomorrow."

Lu Ran felt her hand, cool yet warm, and his heart swelled with mixed emotions: "She's leaving already? How long...?"

"The tour will run from south to north and is expected to last for six months. I will return to Huaicheng whenever I have free time," said Di Qingling.

"Then I'll come visit you during the summer vacation."

"I might not have time for you when I'm working."

"……All right."

Lu Ran was somewhat frustrated. They had only just gotten together and now they had to part ways. What was the difference between this and a long-distance relationship?

"Hmm~ Your goal today was amazing! I think even the girls from the opposing class are smitten with you." Di Qingling moved closer to him.

A cold, aloof voice, fine strands of hair brushing against his ear, sending a warm, ticklish sensation through him.

"And you? Did you see my gesture?" Lu Ran was instantly filled with joy again. Looking at her delicate profile, he couldn't help but recall the kiss under the sunset that day.

At that moment, his mind went blank. He was so nervous that he only felt a flush on his cheeks, but he didn't actually feel anything.

I only remember the fragrance on her body, I can't describe what kind of herbal scent it was... it was just very fragrant, it seeped into my heart and felt cool.

"I see it, I... I'm about to be mesmerized by you." Di Qingling's eyelashes trembled, her lips smiled, and her snow-white skin was flushed with a faint blush that spread to her earlobes and collarbone... she was breathtakingly beautiful.

The first time he heard her voice so soft and weak, Lu Ran's soul was shaken, and his heart pounded like a drum through his ears.

The moment their eyes met felt like an eternity.

"Sister, may I kiss you?"