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

"World poetry?"

Lu Ran was taken aback. Wasn't it "Poetry Journal"?

Huang Haitang stood in front of the podium and began to speak. He had submitted Lu Ran's poem to a poetry journal yesterday, but unfortunately the journal had already been scheduled for publication this month, so he contacted World Poetry.

The other party stated that they wanted to collect all of Lu Ran's love letters.

And so, a world-class publication appeared in Chinese for the first time, a truly groundbreaking event.

Since when has the literary world of China ever been so triumphant?

Poets, writers, and literary figures across the country offered their congratulations on social media, and the media spread the news.

This is of great significance; no wonder Lao Huang was so excited.

Lu Ran: "..."

Writing a love letter, and it inadvertently caused a sensation in the contemporary literary world?

Am I really destined to soar to become a great writer?

A great writer? I can't accept that title. I'm content with having two girlfriends and living a life free from financial worries.

Making money? Becoming famous? Those are trivial matters! Our ambition is to promote the splendid culture of Earth! To give the people of this blue planet a little shock!

Having made such a great contribution, two girlfriends aren't enough, I need ten... Even though Lu Ran is relatively calm, his hormones are at their peak, he's incredibly energetic.

"To protect Lu Ran and allow him to study in peace, I haven't revealed his identity," Huang Haitang said in a deep voice.

Otherwise, a sixteen-year-old poet? The domestic media would be in an uproar.

Lu Ran breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, he wasn't prepared to become famous.

What are the benefits of fame? History is full of examples of people being praised to death.

Even after Huang Haitang showed the sample copy, the students still felt it was a dream come true.

Is such an amazing poet in the class?

If you were to ask what's so special about Lu Ran, well, sleeping all the time is certainly one of his peculiar traits.

What does this tell us?

This shows that Lu Ran is a genius and has no interest in listening to lectures.

He usually does terribly on exams, but that's because he disdains doing the questions.

He pursued Zhao Yishuang relentlessly; look how passionate he is!

What kind of poet is a great poet if he's not arrogant? What kind of poet is he if he doesn't go overboard?

The students in the class held Lu Ran in high esteem.

If we're talking about complex emotions, Zheng Yue's emotions are the most complex.

The once inseparable brothers have suddenly risen to become true dragons and soaring talents, while I remain lost and confused, unable to see the future...

"Brother Ran, can you teach me how to write poetry too?" Zheng Yue asked softly.

"I can't write poetry," Lu Ran said.

"..." Zheng Yue pouted, feeling wronged.

"I'm telling the truth, all those poems of mine were just things I dreamed about. How could I possibly teach them?" Lu Ran said.

Zheng Yue's lips moved slightly, and she respectfully called out, "Great poet!..."

Lu Ran felt helpless; that title of "poet" seemed to create a pitiful, thick barrier between them.

"Zheng Yue, don't be like this... Sigh, let me teach you the Burning Technique." Lu Ran coughed lightly.

"What is the Burning Technique?" Zheng Yue asked blankly.

"That's my secret to writing poetry."

Lu Ran pondered for a moment, "First, you need to have a girl you like, so that you can have real feelings. The more passionately you love her, the better."

Zheng Yue's eyes lit up: "That's easy! I don't know how to pursue girls, but I'm a pro at being a 'simp'!"

"Secondly, when you confess your feelings to her and are rejected, in your most painful and conflicted moment, write down what you want to say in your heart, divide it into multiple paragraphs, and it will become a beautiful poem that seems to come naturally," Lu Ran said leisurely.

"that's all?"

"that's all."

"Alright!" Zheng Yue said with great enthusiasm, but a little shyly, "Brother Ran, actually I have a crush on Li Xingping, but I've never dared to tell her... I'm afraid of being seen as a simp."

"Now I can lick it all I want, woof~~~"

"Uh." Lu Ran suppressed a smile.

Li Xingping is also a very popular and beautiful girl in the class. She is cheerful and lively and gets along very well with Xia Liang.

Unlike Xia Liang, who is flawless, she is more down-to-earth and therefore more popular among boys. She has four open suitors, known as the Four Heavenly Kings.

If Zheng Yue were to lick that boots, she'd definitely become cannon fodder.

After sending Zheng Yue away, Lu Ran began to think about the preliminary round of the National Essay Competition.

No restrictions on subject matter.

How about writing another poem?

inappropriate.

Lu Ran shook his head; there were still too many variables involved in writing poetry.

Take this love letter he wrote as an example. If Huang Haitang hadn't been a connoisseur, even a masterpiece like "When You Are Old" would have been buried!

Throughout history, there have been many poets who were frustrated and unsuccessful in life, but whose status soared after their death.

What I want is a guaranteed admission to university, a stable and secure happiness.

Ordinary articles are even less acceptable.

"Like Han Guo participating in the New Concept Writing Competition, although they were admitted to university through a special program, they were heavily criticized afterwards." Lu Ran thought to himself, "Every step of my rise to prominence must be a classic among classics."

We have to play our trump card!

Huang Haitang is giving a lecture.

Lu Ran then searched his memory and quickly located a short story he really liked—

—"Hey, Come Out!"

This is a famous science fiction story by Shinichi Hoshi. It tells the story of a bottomless pit appearing in a city after a typhoon. The residents shout "Feed—come out!" into the pit, testing it with small stones, and then dumping all their garbage into it: waste, corpses, sewage...

The bottomless pit accepted everything without complaint, and the city became clean and beautiful.

Until one day, a small pebble fell from the sky.

The story ends abruptly.

"You're the one." Lu Ran took out a water-based pen, laid out a snow-white A4 sheet of paper, and wrote it in one stroke.

A magnificent essay of three thousand characters was published in an instant, without any corrections.

Ding-ling-ling!

get out of class just ended.

Zheng Yue combed her hair into an adult style and went to confess her feelings to Li Xingping with a proud and confident air.

Lu Ran took the manuscript and went to find Huang Haitang.

"Teacher Huang, this is my submission for the preliminary round of the National Essay Competition. Please give me your feedback," Lu Ran said.

"So fast?!"

Huang Haitang could see that Lu Ran wasn't listening to the lecture at all, but he was writing something instead, but he didn't hold a grudge.

Students who can write that kind of poetry are worthy of being worshipped.

But writing poetry is one thing, writing essays is another.

Passion is enough for writing poetry, but essays require structure, theme, writing style, thought, and more...

"Let me see."

Huang Haitang frowned as she looked over.

Feed it out.

In just three thousand words, it constructs an extremely vivid micro-fiction, combining science fiction, satire, and a timeless allegorical warning.

A small example reveals a larger truth; it hits the nail on the head!

Huang Haitang closed her eyes, her eyebrows dancing as she experienced the tremor that came from her very soul.

"Teacher Huang?" Lu Ran asked when Huang Haitang stopped talking.

"Phew... Good! Good!" Huang Haitang said "good" twice, and her gaze toward Lu Ran was no longer shining, but gleaming with a green light. "Lu Ran, I can't guide you on this article!"

"I'll submit your essay to the writing competition first, but I can't guarantee it will be selected!"

"But if I'm not selected, I'll go to the capital and expose their shady dealings!"

Lu Ran was both amused and exasperated: "Thank you, Teacher Huang."

"You can start preparing your topics for the main competition now." Huang Haitang walked away in a hurry.

Lu Ran stretched.

That's great. If I could get into a prestigious university through a special admission program, I wouldn't have to suffer through three years of grueling studying.

He turned around and looked at Zuo Hanzhi in her seat.

Zuo Hanzhi's eyes narrowed timidly, and she quickly used her exercise book to block Lu Ran's view.

It looks just like a little white rabbit being targeted by a big bad wolf.

"..." Lu Ran's lips twitched slightly. Am I that scary?

On second thought, I can understand it.

Receiving such a sensational, world-famous love letter was an immense burden.

Just browsing the news and trending topics online—

Overnight, the mysterious great poet "Lu Ran" suddenly appeared on the poetry scene and became a sensation across the country.

Lu Ran's passionate pursuit of Zuo Hanzhi has made him the envy of countless young women.

Seeing Zuo Hanzhi cautiously dodging, Lu Ran scratched his head and returned to his seat, not wanting to provoke her.

To soften this little girl's sensitive and fragile hedgehog-like shell, one cannot rush it...

take it easy.

After all, he had almost no interaction with Zuo Hanzhi before, and they hadn't even added each other as QQ friends.

Lu Ran took his phone out from under the table; he had 99+ friend requests.

His true identity is unknown to outsiders, but he has become quite popular at school.

—I wonder if any senior students who love poetry have become my little fans.

Suddenly, among a bunch of unread messages, Lu Ran actually saw Zhao Yishuang's message.

Her words were as gentle and restrained as her appearance.

"Lu Ran, congratulations!"