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

"Xia Liang, what are you doing?" Lu Ran asked in a deep voice.

The group of four walked out of the apartment building. Dark clouds loomed over the city, the cold light poured down, and a light drizzle fell like cow's hair, leaving the ground and treetops wet.

Pong!

Lu Ran held up an umbrella, which was placed on top of Zuo Hanzhi's branch, and raindrops splashed everywhere.

"I... I just helped you set up a fan club," Xia Liang said, a little confused, hiding under Li Xingping's small floral umbrella, and said angrily, "Why are you yelling at me?"

Lu Ran sighed helplessly, "I wasn't being mean to you, but you should have told me before you did something this big."

"Hehe, it's nothing, no need to thank me~" Xia Liang scratched her head embarrassedly, "I just provided a cozy little home for all the fans."

"Pfft—" Lu Ran was exasperated. "I didn't mean to praise you!"

"Then what do you mean? The fans are spontaneous; even without me, someone else would have organized it." Xia Liang said, sounding a little aggrieved. "I even told the fans not to bother you."

"It's not your fault," Lu Ran sighed. "It's just... I'm not used to it yet. It's okay, I'll handle it on my own."

Xia Liang's initial intention in creating the fan club was good.

Unfortunately, a mole infiltrated the organization—using the fans' name to make money off them.

In fact, the fan club is just a small-scale operation.

The real culprits are the moles who profit from his fame.

But finding the mole... is too difficult.

How can the police tell if someone who buys all the magazines is a true fan or a scalper? It's a real headache.

We can only hope that the piracy dens will be shut down soon.

"Don't you like fans?" Li Xingping asked cautiously.

"No, I just don't like fan culture," Lu Ran said. "Writers aren't idols; liking their works is enough."

He always felt that he was merely inheriting the lost learning of the sages and continuing the cultural lineage of China, taking a piece of moonlight and two jars of wine from it to console himself.

For example, after writing "The Song of the Pipa," he also absorbed the compassion and insight of the lay Buddhist, which was his greatest growth and gain.

……

The corridor was filled with all kinds of umbrellas, and the floor outside the classroom was covered with messy footprints.

Lu Ran escorted Zuo Hanzhi back to her seat.

He looked at He Tingting and smiled gently, "Little He, what is a sacred relic?"

He Tingting's back stiffened: "It's a sacred object... well, it's something you've touched, like the manuscripts you've written, the water cup you've drunk from, and..." She couldn't say any more.

Zuo Hanzhi lowered his eyes in thought.

"I'm telling you, don't try any of these tricks. If you corrupt Hanzhi, I'll hold you responsible," Lu Ran said sternly.

"Okay, I swear." He Tingting obediently raised her hand and swore.

After Lu Ran left, He Tingting finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh my god! President Ran is so domineering... Waaaa, Zhizhi, you two are such a perfect couple!"

Zuo Hanzhi:?

She didn't understand what was going on.

But after careful consideration, I came to the conclusion that I should be Lu Ran's sacred object.

……

I spent the morning entirely on math and English.

Lu Ran listened to the rain and slept soundly.

The rain lessened a bit at noon, and the match between Class 6 and Class 20 proceeded as scheduled.

Colorful umbrellas were held up in the stands.

The match was exciting and did not disappoint the audience.

Lu Ran scored a hat-trick in the rain, including a penalty kick after being tripped in the penalty area, a curling shot from outside the box, and a header that went in amidst the chaos, securing a knockout stage spot for his team.

He stood in front of the stands for a long time, but his white clothes were nowhere to be seen in the drizzle.

The rain intensified in the afternoon.

When school ended, the world was vast and the rain poured down like a sea.

Some students had only taken two steps with their umbrellas when the strong winds blew the umbrellas inside out.

A group of people were trapped on the first floor, causing a great disturbance.

Zheng Yue said in distress, "It's over, I made plans to go out with Zhu Yishu on the street, now it's all ruined..."

"What's the rush? Let's make it up tomorrow," Lu Ran said.

"But we already made plans. I've texted and called her but she hasn't replied. Her phone's probably dead... What if she's waiting for me at the school gate?" Zheng Yue gripped her umbrella, eager to rush into the rain.

"Then go ahead, but be careful not to catch a cold." Lu Ran calmly put his hands in his pockets.

Put yourself in her shoes; if it were you wanting to meet Sister Di, you'd brave any storm to do it...

Thinking of this, he took a picture of the campus in the rainstorm and sent it to Di Qingling.

Lu Ran: "It's raining in Huaicheng."

These past two days, he's only made a video call to Sister Di before bed, chatted for a bit, and then went to sleep contentedly.

Di Qingling also has a rather indifferent personality. She doesn't send messages often, but occasionally sends him some photos, telling him where she is and what she has done.

Lu Ran gave her good news at noon today, saying that he had created three balls all by himself.

Di Qingling said she was supervising the performance of "Parasite" in Suocheng, but unfortunately she couldn't be there to cheer him on.

Parasite has received both critical acclaim and widespread popularity, and its nationwide theater tour has brought its box office close to 200 million yuan within a week.

As the chief producer, Di Qingling had a heavy responsibility. In just two days, she traveled to several cities and became so busy that she lost weight.

The photo had just been sent, and there was no reply... Lu Ran turned to Zheng Yue: "Are you going?"

"Brother Ran, I'm going!"

He gritted his teeth, grabbed his umbrella, and rushed into the heavy rain, disappearing into the misty rain in the blink of an eye.

"That's the magic of love," Lu Ran exclaimed.

The wind and rain could not stop the burning passion in their hearts.

Suddenly, an inspiration flashed through his mind like lightning—

"What if I go to Sacheng to find her now?"