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

"Starting today, I am withdrawing from the literary society."

Zhao Yishuang said calmly.

The entire literary society was stunned.

"Why, why?" Xia Liang stood up in disbelief, took three steps in two, walked up to Zhao Yishuang, and stared at her beautiful but indifferent face.

Zhao Yishuang remained silent.

"What happened?" Li Xingping noticed the icy atmosphere in the club and immediately tried to ease the tension. "Sister Shuang, tell me what's wrong, and we'll face it together!"

Zhao Yishuang gently shook her head.

Once she makes a decision, she won't change it.

"Zhao Yishuang, you're the president of our literary society! How can you just leave like that? What are we supposed to do?!" The voice, tinged with anger, came from the girl by the window.

She was the only member of the group who didn't wear a school uniform; she had short hair, a neutral style, and looked like a tomboy.

It was Di Lingyan, a physical education student in the same class as Zhao Yishuang.

Compared to other girls who love literature, Di Lingyan joined the literature club purely for fun, and her main area of ​​study is online novels...

It has absolutely nothing to do with literature, though it's not exactly unrelated.

"You're in high school now, don't say such childish things."

Zhao Yishuang glanced at her coldly: "Di Lingyan, stop reading romance novels. Do you still think this is a literary society?"

When his sore spot was pointed out to his face, Di Lingyan blushed and was furious.

I'm so angry, but I can't argue with it.

She just can't get into those difficult and obscure literary works, but she can stay up all night reading romance novels online, writhing like a maggot in bed.

"Stop arguing, calm down!" Xia Liang stood in front of Di Lingyan, afraid that the tall and strong Di Lingyan would get angry and then it would be too late to take back what had happened.

"We've been together in the literary society for so long, each doing what we like. Aren't we happy?"

Why the sudden decision to quit?

"If you leave, how will our 'Huaizhong Pictorial' continue its serialization?!"

Xia Liang's words were firm and resounding.

"Huaizhong Pictorial" is a school magazine created by the Huaicheng No.1 Middle School Literary Society. It is published monthly and features submissions from all teachers and students.

Di Lingyan collects and reports on campus news;

Xia Liang handled all aspects of the photography, painting, and layout.

Li Xingping was responsible for editing and proofreading;

But the grand finale was Zhao Yishuang's serialized novel, "Life is Bitter".

Once published, "Huaizhong Pictorial" was loved by teachers and students. It received attention not only in the school but also in major government agencies in Huaicheng, and its sales soared.

Not long ago, he was praised by city leaders.

Just when things were going well, Zhao Yishuang said she wanted to leave the literary society.

Xia Liang looked at the silent girl in the corner and shouted, "Zuo Hanzhi, say something!"

All eyes were on Zuo Hanzhi.

The poems written by Zuo Hanzhi were also crucial to the success of the Huaizhong Pictorial.

"I……"

Zuo Hanzhi's expression was cold and aloof. She lowered her brows and said in a low voice, "I also think there's no need for the literary society to continue."

"..."

Li Xingping's gaze was blank.

Di Lingyan's anger was met with a bucket of cold water.

Xia Liang gritted her teeth, looked at Zuo Hanzhi, then at Zhao Yishuang, and said, "If it's too difficult, then let's not do it!"

She left those words behind and ran out.

"Sister Liang! Wait for me!" Li Xingping hurriedly chased after her.

Zuo Hanzhi silently put down the pictorial and walked out the door past Zhao Yishuang.

"Huh?" Di Lingyan was stunned. How did things turn out like this?

Zhao Yishuang squatted down and ran her fingertips over the messy pages of "Huaizhong Pictorial" on the floor, where sunlight flickered and shifted.

Let's go back to this moment.

In Class 7, Zhao Yishuang held a copy of "World Poetry" in her hands. On the large double-page spread on the title page, there was a special feature: Lu Ran, a mysterious poet from the East.

Below it are love letters forged from his burning passion.

"Hello, Zuo Hanzhi..."

Zhao Yishuang's eyes were obscure, like clouds that were half-lit and half-dark.

……

"I'm sorry, you're a good person. Let's just be friends. You'll definitely meet a wonderful girl in the future. Right now, we should focus on our studies..."

Li Xingping was on edge, yet her rapid-fire delivery was incredibly fluent.

"No, Xingping, in this life, Zheng Yue has no one but you." Zheng Yue's face was filled with determination, remembering the segmentation principle that Ran Ge had instructed her to follow:

True love is not about possession.

"But rather, it's about giving."

You don't like me.

"It's okay."

"I'm willing to wait for you forever..."

Help! Li Xingping looked around helplessly, while her classmates watched with amusement.

But my best friend Xia Liang disappeared as soon as get out of class was over...

As soon as get out of class ended, Xia Liang took out a letter and wanted Teacher Huang to help her interpret the meaning of Lu Ran's love poem.

Then, she saw Huang Haitang praising Lu Ran's essay.

"What did this guy write this time?" Xia Liang bit her lip.

Since entering school, Lu Ran has undergone tremendous changes.

At first, Lu Ran was infatuated with Zhao Yishuang.

As expected, Zhao Yishuang, a girl with an artistic temperament, naturally looked down on Lu Ran, who was all show and no substance.

Lu Ran pursued her relentlessly for half a year without success, and then, he gave up on himself and spent his days sleeping in class.

Xia Liang just felt a little bit of sympathy for him.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ran turned the tables with a love letter, transforming himself into a great poet known throughout the school, causing a sensation in the literary world, and ascending to the ranks of world poetry.

Isn't this surreal? This world is too crazy!

Xia Liang still felt something was off. Lu Ran could write poetry? Then why hadn't he written any before? He hadn't even written a single love letter to Zhao Yishuang!

But he wrote love letters to Zuo Hanzhi?

After tossing and turning, thinking it over and over, Xia Liang came up with a possibility—

That poem wasn't written by Lu Ran!

She boldly speculated that the love letter was actually written by Zuo Hanzhi!

Zuo Hanzhi was a poet; all the poems in the "Huaizhong Pictorial" were written by her, and they were all very well written.

But why would Zuo Hanzhi use Lu Ran's name to write love letters to herself?

Xia Liang further deduced that this was probably related to the past events of the literary society, and that Zuo Hanzhi and Zhao Yishuang had never gotten along...

So Lu Ran, that good-for-nothing, was just being used as a pawn by the cunning Zuo Hanzhi.

Xia Liang stopped Lu Ran yesterday and asked him to write her a love letter.

The purpose was to test his abilities.

But now her reasoning seems to be completely wrong—Lu Ran's essay was highly praised by Teacher Huang, which means he has real talent?

Xia Liang is confused.

She patiently waited until Huang Haitang left the classroom before chasing after her. "Teacher Huang, could you please help me take a look at this poem?"

Huang Haitang adjusted his glasses. "A poem? You wrote it?"

Xia Liang smiled sweetly: "Teacher, please take a look first, and tell me roughly what level it is?"

Huang Haitang mistakenly thought that Lu Ran's poem made him famous because he was the class representative for Chinese, and that writing poetry was easy. Full of confidence, she wanted to show off her skills. But she was sorely mistaken!

Upon receiving the letter, Huang Haitang only saw one line of poetry.

"Having seen the vast ocean, other waters seem insignificant; having beheld the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are not worth seeing."

He chewed it carefully, then nodded: "Not bad, this is a line from an ancient poet, it does have some of Li Bai's charm."

"Was this written by an ancient person?" Xia Liang was taken aback.

"Isn't that right?" Huang Haitang frowned.

Ancient poems are vast and numerous, and he couldn't memorize all of them, including some obscure verses.

Xia Liang shook her head: "I searched online, and I couldn't find that sentence."

"Then who wrote this?" Huang Haitang's expression changed drastically. He quickly took out his phone to search, and the result surprised him!

This poem could not be found...

This poem, though only two lines long, incorporates allusions from Mencius and Song Yu.

Solemn and affectionate yet unconventional, possessing both romance and ethereal beauty.

It has the feel of a timeless masterpiece!

Who can write this?

Xia Liang said hesitantly, "It's...it's a love poem that Lu Ran wrote for me."

"Huh?" Huang Haitang slapped his forehead, realizing he understood.

Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! But somehow, it was within expectations!

Lu Ran? It's him again!