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

The motorcycle was going wild; it was the first time Lu Ran had ever ridden in such a thrilling vehicle.

It reminded him of taking Lu Zhuozhuo to the amusement park to ride the roller coaster last summer.

After speeding across the Second Bridge and the Huai River, she gradually slowed down and drove into a cluster of low-rise houses, with tangled power lines cutting across the dark red sky.

The girl's long legs touched the ground as she took off her helmet, revealing a cascade of red hair that looked like a poured bottle of red wine.

"Have you hugged enough?"

Those long, sword-like eyebrows brought Lu Ran back to his senses, and he loosened his grip on her slender waist.

Well, there's no such thing as a "slim waist" in this world.

The phrase "small waist" originates from Bai Juyi's poem, "Cherry lips of Fan Su, willow waist of Xiao Man." Fan Su and Xiao Man were Bai Juyi's courtesans.

Looking at it now, Lu Ran jumped out of the car and sighed:

"Cherry blossoms on cold branches, willow branches at the waist of slender strings."

Zuo Hanzhi's most beautiful feature is her small, rosy lips, which resemble fresh cherries, and her singing voice is heavenly.

Gu Xian's waist is slender and supple, and the muscles in her abdomen and her inner core strength are just as captivating as her driving skills.

She glanced at Lu Ran with a strange look, then walked straight into the house.

Lu Ran looked around. It was a small courtyard with loofahs and grapes on the trellis, which was quite elegant.

In front of me is a single-story house that looks quite old, a piece of old Huaicheng's memory.

He followed her into the house: "Senior Sister Gu, thank you so much for earlier."

The furnishings inside the house made Lu Ran feel very comfortable, as it was similar to his own home, but it was very clean and tidy inside and out.

Gu Xian came out of the kitchen, made a cup of tea with hot water, and handed it to Lu Ran: "Drink this and then leave. My parents will be back soon."

Lu Ran was both amused and exasperated: "Okay."

He found a stool and sat down, watching Gu Xuan busy herself, cooking and preparing vegetables. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Senior Gu, do you know where those people came from?"

Gu Xian said, "I don't know."

Lu Ran was still shaken: "This is outrageous, this isn't America."

"Who did you offend?" Gu Xian asked without looking up as she shaved a loofah with her slender fingers, leaving it smooth and green.

"Well..." Lu Ran hesitated, "There's a guy in my class named Zhou Jiahao who's been giving me trouble several times, but it shouldn't have come to the point of violence."

"I suggest you call the police," Gu Xian said coldly.

"I don't think this is simple." What Lu Ran was worried about was precisely that the other party was using both black and white tactics.

"Okay, be careful."

"Thank you so much for today. If it weren't for your timely intervention, I might have been beaten up or even kidnapped," Lu Ran said with a smile.

"It's nothing."

Gu Xian glanced at the sky. "You should go."

Before he'd even taken a sip of tea... Lu Ruyang figured her family was probably quite strict, so he got up to say goodbye: "I'll be going now, thank you another day."

As she left the courtyard, she turned around and saw Gu Xian's tall figure had already gone to the kitchen. The motorcycle in the courtyard looked sharp and cool, and together they gave her a bit of a chivalrous air.

He memorized the remote location and dialed his uncle's number.

"I need security."

……

Batman's superpower is the power of money, and Lu Ran is no exception.

He recently finished writing the first parts of *The Legend of the Condor Heroes* and *Dragon Raja*. He has begun serializing the second parts of each.

"The Eyes of the Mourner" needs no changes. From the dark rain and torrents in the prologue to the blood of the mortal king in the twentieth act, which will inevitably end with the sword, it is almost a perfect template for a youth fantasy novel.

Not a single word was changed.

There are many things that need to be changed in "The Return of the Condor Heroes". It's not just about the physical defects. Yang Guo's missing arm is meant to show Guo Fu's defying nature, and Xiaolongnu's loss of virginity is purely for the purpose of torture.

If you can't write profoundly, don't be stubborn.

Instead of writing about two flawed people redeeming each other, wouldn't it be better to write about two disappointed and lonely people comforting each other and giving each other some sweet moments?

Lu Ran made a calculation.

With the surge in word count and online novel subscriptions, my total income for June will probably be heading straight for four million.

If you add the copyrights to The Legend of the Condor Heroes and Dragon Raja, the total would easily exceed 100 million!

With this level of wealth, Lu Ran would feel unsafe without hiring bodyguards.

Under Li Kangze's arrangement, a high-end security company was contacted.

As expected of professionals, the other party's supervisor deduced several possibilities after hearing Lu Ran's description:

First, Zhou Jiahao, or other classmates who are jealous of you, paid someone to kill you;

Secondly, online obsessive fans often turn their love into hatred.

Third, conflicts of interest, etc.

The final solution was "dynamic covert security," which involved using one team of special guards to protect students on their way to and from school, while another team was used to investigate the mastermind behind the crime.

Lu Ran readily agreed.

His mind contains the brilliant culture of the entire world, so spending 300,000 yuan a month to protect it is reasonable, right?

This also fueled his sense of crisis; it would be a great pity for the world if the precious cultural heritage in his mind were not passed down and carried forward.

Escorted by two special forces soldiers, Lu Ran returned home safely.

He searched the local area to see if there was any chaos after school, and that someone would probably record and post short videos.

But it didn't make a splash online.

His heart sank.

He didn't tell Sister Di about these things, which only made her worry unnecessarily.

That night, Lu Ran listened to music in his room and wrote two chapters of the serialized novel "The Return of the Condor Heroes".

Seeing the lively comments section made me feel much more at ease.

The wider the culture one creates spreads, the more secure one's position becomes.

Because by then, I will represent public opinion.

When I went to the restroom, I found Tian Luojiao watching the game. The French team had won all three of their group stage matches, so playing against Sweden was a piece of cake for them.

Oh my god, are they really going to win the championship?

……

The next day.

Lu Ran asked Zuo Hanzhi to go to school with Xia Liang and the others.

The morning mist was thick, and he walked alone down the street, looking completely unprepared.

However, the other party did not show up.

During the morning self-study session, Lu Ran paid attention to Zhou Jiahao.

"Hahaha, the rooster is invincible!" As the sun rose, Zhou Jiahao regained his spirits and turned his head arrogantly.

He amassed a fortune of 800,000 from tens of thousands through gambling on soccer, becoming incredibly wealthy.

Um...it wasn't him.

Lu Ran knew perfectly well that this opponent wouldn't be that bad.

With final exams approaching, the class is filled with a strong academic atmosphere.

I studied in class, chatted with Zheng Yue, Yuan Binbin, Meng Lu, and Xia Liang after class, and helped Xiao Shengke review his manuscript during my lunch break. Before I knew it, it was time to go home.

As the sun set, Lu Ran walked out of the school gate alone as always.

Turn the corner.

The dense crowds became sparse.

This is the very place where I was followed and chased yesterday. What was their purpose? A warning? Punishment? Or imprisonment? We have no way of knowing.

Lu Ran pondered the matter.

Perhaps we should speed things up and win the Nobel Prize in Literature sooner.

In this world, the Nobel Prize is also a globally renowned award. The prestige of the natural sciences category goes without saying, as it drives the leaps in human technology.

The prize money is also the highest among all awards.

The literary prizes are somewhat controversial, as China has never won a single one.

Modern times have seen a great number of masters, and there have been many talented writers, but for various reasons, none of them have ever won the award.

Among the strong contenders for nomination in contemporary literary circles, besides Jia Tu and Ning Ning, there are also older generation writers such as Mo Hua.

The public is hoping that one of them will win an award, thus expanding the influence of the Chinese language.

In fact, the people's eyes are discerning. Nobel laureates fall into two categories: one group is those whose greatness is needed to justify the Nobel Prize;

Another type, whose literary level is average, uses the Nobel Prize to elevate their status in the literary world.

Even if the former doesn't go to receive the Nobel Prize, his name will still shine brightly in literary history.

For example, Tolstoy bluntly stated: "I am very glad that the Nobel Prize was not awarded to me."

Even if the latter wins an award, they are nothing special in the public eye.

For example, that person...

But one thing is undeniable—

Literature needs time to mature.

Great works often receive their due accolades only after a long time.

Lu Ran, who is still young, needs the global recognition that the Nobel Prize brings.

So the question is, what kind of work should I write?

He walked past the street corner, where a luxury limousine was parked on the road.

The car door was open, and a girl in a school uniform was sitting on the seat. She had porcelain-white skin, bright eyes, and her hair was tied up high. Her long, snow-white neck peeked out from her collar.

Lu Ran's heart skipped a beat.