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

This is going to be interesting!

The classmates who had followed along were all excitedly watching the drama unfold.

This weekend, Lu Ran gained another wave of fans on Bilibili with "The Gift of Spirit Flame" and "Bashan Night Rain", and his reputation in Huaizhong has clearly reached its peak.

Of course, not everyone is convinced.

For example, Zhou Jiahao made over 500,000 yuan by betting on France in the World Cup.

At the height of his confidence and self-satisfaction, he did not feel that he was inferior to Lu Ran in any way.

"Every Tom, Dick, and Harry bothers me. Am I going to be busy to death?" Lu Ran said speechlessly.

Meeting Zhou Jiahao, this extraordinary person, was a calamity in my life.

"Heh." Zhou Jiahao said, sticking out his neck, "You don't even know Shi Xiong, yet you dare to write poetry? Brother Tianya became famous at the age of eight. He's the vice president of the Huaicheng Poetry Association, and his classical poems are known for their bold and unrestrained style..."

"That's enough." Brother Tianya raised his hand, his face full of smugness.

Lu Ran looked down and took out his phone.

"Hey—!" Zhou Jiahao's expression twisted in rage, nearly collapsing to his knees. "Lu Ran! Big Brother! Poet Saint! Let's have a poetry contest, don't keep calling me Principal..."

Amidst the laughter, Cao Tianya looked embarrassed.

"Lu Ran, let me introduce myself. My surname is Cao and my given name is Tianya."

He was not the kind of person like Zhou Jiahao who sought to please the crowd. He stared at Lu Ran and said, "It's rare for Huaicheng to produce a talent like you. To be honest, it was Chairman Jiang of the Poetry Association who asked me to invite you."

Cao Tianya pointed to the men and women behind him, "These are all members of the Poetry Association, who have long admired you."

"But I don't like it..." He smiled smugly. "I've read all your poems, and they're all stuck on romantic love between men and women. I don't like them."

"Since ancient times, scholars have been jealous of each other. If I do not show my talents, wouldn't I be cowardly before the battle even begins?"

"Come on, let's have a fair and square match."

Some classmates searched for Cao Tianya's name online.

This person is indeed a child prodigy. He could compose poems at the age of eight and write essays at the age of ten. He made a name for himself in the poetry world early on and is also quite famous online.

Lu Ran shook his head: "I haven't read your poems."

Cao Tianya's face fell: "You've never heard of that line, 'No one supports my lofty ambitions, I will tread the snow to the mountain peak'?"

"Is this considered poetry?" Lu Ran was taken aback.

The men and women behind him stifled their laughter—Vice President Cao had met his match.

"You're being far too arrogant!" Cao Tianya frowned.

"You can all leave now, aren't you hot?" Lu Ran pointed to the sweat on his forehead. The air conditioning wasn't very effective to begin with, and there were so many people crammed in.

Ding-ling-ling!

The school bell rang.

Cao Tianya and the group of men and women looked at each other in bewilderment, having been turned away and forced to leave in a dejected manner.

A young-looking, voluptuous female teacher leaned halfway out of the window and wiped the sweat from his brow with a tissue. "Lu Ran, let me fan you. What's wrong with comparing yourself to him?"

Looking at Tian Luojiao's amused expression, Lu Ran laughed and said, "Then I'll take up half of your class."

"Okay." Tian Luojiao giggled.

"Oh!" The students in the class became excited again.

Cao Tianya turned around, a look of delight on his face, and said arrogantly, "If you defeat me, this vice-president position is yours!"

Lu Ran said, "No need, let's get started."

Cao Tianya suppressed his anger: "Today we won't compete in poetry, we'll compete in composing lyrics... Please have this teacher randomly select a lyric title, and you and I will write it on the blackboard within five minutes. Then each of you will have ten members of the Poetry Association and ten classmates from your class vote, how about that?"

This rule is obviously suspected of being a trick.

He was well aware of just how terrifying Lu Ran's poetry writing ability was.

Whether it is modern poetry or quatrains, they are like towering mountains that cannot be looked up to.

That's why he chose what he was best at: lyrics!

He has a couple of poems in his repertoire even for the most obscure ci poem titles.

They deliberately compressed the time to give Lu Ran room to bargain.

"Okay," Lu Ran said.

"Just five minutes!" Cao Tianya was enraged again.

All the students in the class volunteered.

In the end, Xia Liang selected nine students to vote, which corresponded to the ten members of the Poetry Association brought by Cao Tianya.

Cao Tianya and Lu Ran walked to either side of the podium, waiting for the questions to be asked.

Tian Luojiao pondered for a moment.

She felt that limiting herself to five minutes was disadvantageous for Lu Ran, but since Lu Ran had already agreed, she smiled and said, "Then let's use 'Partridge Sky' as the title."

Cao Tianya smiled inwardly. Although Partridge Sky and Seven-Character Quatrain are somewhat similar, their rules are completely different.

He picked up the chalk and quickly began to construct a sentence in his mind. He had accumulated a large enough reserve of sentences in his daily life, so he was confident and not flustered at all.

She already had a vague idea in mind, and glanced sideways at Lu Ran.

Lu Ran was seen acting nonchalantly, even exchanging glances with the English teacher.

"Oh dear, Teacher Tian, ​​your poem title..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's exactly the same word I was thinking of; we're really on the same wavelength!"

After Lu Ran finished speaking, he turned around and picked up his pen.

Seemingly without a second thought, he wrote furiously, then returned to his seat.

Cao Tianya didn't even dare to blink.

This……

Is that all?

One of the female members of the poetry association has already recited it aloud:

"I am a carefree wanderer from the mountains and rivers of Qingdu, ordained by Heaven to be unrestrained and wild."

"Once granted rain and wind permits, repeatedly borrowed moonlight and clouds from the heavens."

"Ten thousand poems, a thousand cups of wine."

"When have you ever paid any attention to princes and kings?"

"I'd rather not return to the jade towers and golden palaces, than not get drunk in Luoyang with plum blossoms in my hair!"

……

The members of the poetry association all fell silent.

Xia Liang, Li Xingping, and Zuo Hanzhi exchanged glances. They weren't surprised that Lu Ran had written such lyrics, but they were still taken aback.

At this moment, many students quickly took photos to commemorate the occasion.

Only Zhou Jiahao anxiously kept track of the time: "Brother Tianya, hurry up and write! Hurry up and write lyrics to outdo him!"

"You little brat!"

Cao Tianya put down the chalk and sighed without saying a word.

Immediately, he bowed deeply to Lu Ran and walked out of the classroom with a heavy heart.

The girl who had been reading the words quickly said, "Lu Ran, oh no, Vice President, this is a letter from our president to you." She handed the letter to his desk and then scurried away with the others.

For some inexplicable reason... Lu Ran picked up the letter.

He accepted the challenge because he feared that once he became famous, there would be no shortage of people trying to scam him.

Hit a punch to avoid a hundred punches.

Clap clap clap! The students, unfazed, clapped in unison.

Lu Ran opened the letter; it was the invitation from the president of the Poetry Association, earnestly inviting him to be a distinguished guest of the association.

He wasn't very interested, but considering that the literary society needed to expand its network, he scanned President Jiang's QR code anyway.

After all, a person is the sum of social relationships. Even a poet as great as Li Bai wrote poems about visiting others.

The classroom was filled with chatter.

After waiting for a long time, Tian Luojiao still hadn't started class.

She actually went to the school's maintenance office and asked two repairmen to come and remove half of the blackboard, then carried it away.

"Hmm, this is going to be included in the school history museum... or maybe the provincial museum?" Tian Luojiao chuckled.

Lu Ran: ...

……

In less than an afternoon, Lu Ran's lyrics had spread throughout the entire school, sparking another craze for Partridge Sky online.

At school, many people admired him from afar, but no one dared to stage an accident to extort money from him.

It should be quiet for a while now...

After the last class, Zheng Yue said, "Ran-ge, I feel like you've really become a historical figure now."

"Get to the point." Lu Ran glanced at him while copying his homework.

"Well... there's a World Cup match tonight, right? Zhu Yishu said she wanted to invite you to go out for some barbecue and watch the game," Zheng Yue quickly said.

"Who else?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you, especially with Senior Sister Gu." Zheng Yue chuckled.

"It's too late, I'm not going," Lu Ran said. "Yeah, there's no need to set me up. Do I look like I can't find a partner?"

"But weren't you looking for that pipa player...?"

"It's been found."

"Who is it?!"

"Thank you, Professor Xie," Lu Ran said casually.

"Wow, wow, that won't do. She's too old, she could be my mother." Zheng Yue shook her head vigorously.

"You guys practice your tactics well. If we can't beat them in the quarterfinals next week, we'll just send them home. I'm off." Lu Ran picked up his bag and went home alone.

Halfway there, I suddenly remembered what Li Xingping had said, so I went to the gymnasium.

In the vast, empty stadium, a girl sprinted back and forth along the 100-meter track, sweating profusely over and over again.

She stumbled and fell to the ground, got up, and slowly sat down on the cushion, hugging her knees. The setting sun shone on her forlorn face.

Lu Ran remained silent, his heart softening slightly...

But he still turned and left.

Perhaps it was because everything was going wrong today, but not far from the school gate, Lu Ran felt someone following him. A bad premonition settled over him.

He suddenly took off running.

Looking back, I saw several tall, burly men chasing after me, all dressed in plainclothes, who jumped over the railing as fast as they could.

"Damn, they've switched to physical fights because they can't win with words?" Lu Ran was suddenly shocked.

Looking at the other party's well-trained skills, he felt that Zhou Jiahao didn't have that much power.

The other side had clearly laid an ambush, surrounding him in a pocket-like formation, forcing him to run onto the busy road.

drop!drop!drop!

The dense traffic swerved and honked incessantly. In broad daylight, those pursuers seemed completely fearless... Is there no law anymore?!

Lu Ranxin sank to the bottom.

Who sent these people?

Swoosh—

A silver motorcycle with black pipes sped into the middle of the chaotic road.

The rider, dressed in a red cycling jersey and wearing a black helmet, had long legs, and the smoking tires drew a semicircle in front of Lu Ran.

"Driver, take Chenghua Avenue!"

Lu Ran jumped up, pressed against Xiang's back, and tightly embraced her slender waist.

The motorcycle sped through the extremely narrow gaps like a python, its long, fiery hair billowing in the wind and shining even brighter in the setting sun.

Eight words flashed into my mind: Am I also going to make a grand escape?