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

Salty, is this... tears?

Suddenly, a warm, gentle touch touched my lips and then stopped.

The sunlight and shadows of clouds swept past his eyes; he only saw hurried figures, followed by the white roof of the carriage.

It felt like being on a boat; I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up, I was in a hospital room, hearing Zheng Yue cursing and swearing.

"...They played really dirty, that damn defender even ripped my penis out."

"Hey! Ran-ge is awake. The doctor said his head is fine. Why was he unconscious for so long?" Yuan Binbin's soft, feminine voice rang out.

"Is it possible that Brother Ran just took a nap?" Luo Dihua's large face filled the field of vision.

Lu Ran looked up, feeling refreshed, and found that her right leg was wrapped in an elastic bandage. The ward was full of boys, making it look like a gangster clearing out the room.

"Did we win?" Lu Ran's throat was still a little dry.

"Hahaha, we're guaranteed to win." The boys all laughed.

Zheng Yue said that after the red card, he scored a penalty under tremendous pressure, dragging the game into extra time. After falling behind, he equalized and went into a penalty shootout. Everyone worked together to achieve an incredible comeback and advance to the final.

"That's good." Lu Ran smiled.

I wanted to ask who had secretly kissed me, but seeing that there were only guys in the room, I decided against it... the more I explained, the worse it would get...

"The doctor said the injury wasn't too serious. No bones were broken, and the bruises are fine; they'll heal in a few days. But..." Zheng Yue scratched her head, "I have a muscle strain and tear in my leg, so I need to rest properly."

This means that Lu Ran will miss the final.

"Well, you guys shouldn't gather together either. Go do whatever you need to do." Lu Ran looked at the sun; the afternoon sun was blazing, and his heart felt peaceful and serene.

That's life, that's how it is when things are going perfectly.

A sudden stumble is fate reminding you that what you truly crave is not easily obtained; what you strive for may be destined to elude you.

In online novels, Lu Ran seems to have achieved incredibly impressive results with ease.

But setting aside his prolific writing, the works he produced were truly a game-changer:

—The masterpiece "White Night" occupies the ecological niche of the progenitor of mystery novels;

—The Great Hero of the Celestial Empire, which is deeply ingrained in the bones of the Chinese people;

—In the realm of youth fantasy literature, Dragon Raja is a substitute.

These tracks are just getting started. Lu Ran debuted at his peak, and the door closed right after he opened it. It's really too much of a bullying.

The same goes for relationships. Lu Ran felt incredibly lucky. Sister Di perfectly matched every one of his fantasies: aloof, intelligent, strong, beautiful, and with similar interests.

But without the acquaintance through "Parasite", the encounter through "The Song of the Pipa", and the understanding through "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair", there would be no next step.

Even the greatest things have their flaws, and he was bound to have regrets, such as his two failed unrequited loves.

For example, you finally defeat your strongest opponent, but you can't even make it to the finals...

Setbacks are common, but what distinguishes people is their judgment and actions when facing setbacks.

"Let's go, let's go."

"Boss, focus on recovering. We'll bring the World Cup back for you later!"

"There's no extra class this afternoon... Why did you pull me along?"

The boys left, laughing and joking, their arms around each other's shoulders. Lu Ran smiled knowingly.

History has long proven that the highest and most sacred human emotion is actually a pure brotherhood alliance formed between unrelated men, not based on self-interest.

Don't you see, Chinese succubi are all male?

But then a "Wow!" came from the corridor, and a short-haired girl carrying a bouquet of flowers walked in through the door, her pretty face flushed.

Lu Ran smirked: "You're here, why bring flowers?"

Di Lingyan flicked her hair: "I sent it for my sister. She hopes you recover soon."

"Oh, thank you..." Lu Ran felt guilty.

"She was very worried, but she was too busy. She didn't know how she had to start a new drama before she had even finished the one she was currently working on."

Di Lingyan took a picture of him and said, "Look, so I came to see you. You're still quite energetic."

"You're so capable, you even scored a goal while carrying me on your back, how come you ended up in the hospital after being tackled like that?"

Lu Ran sensed the concern in her complaint, and his heart softened. He didn't argue with her: "It was my carelessness."

"Hmph." Di Lingyan sat on the edge of the bed, poured a glass of water and fed it to him. "When can you be discharged?"

"About a day or two? It's nothing serious." Lu Ran wanted to say that he had hands, but he still honestly opened his mouth.

"Yo~~~"

Xia Liang skipped in with a grin, "Isn't it beautiful, Grandpa Lu? A beautiful woman adding fragrance to the room, her delicate hands preparing the soup—isn't it lovely?"

Behind her was Li Xingping, carrying a fruit basket, smiling broadly.

"Don't make a fuss in the hospital," Lu Ran said weakly.

Di Lingyan said nonchalantly, "Since you're not coming, I'll have to reluctantly take care of you."

Li Xingping placed the fruit basket on the bedside table; it contained green grapes, oranges, and bananas. Her eyes sparkled as she joked, "There's no need to force yourself, hahaha."

Xia Liang giggled incessantly, as if she had discovered a new continent: "Hey Xingping, doesn't this look like a wife taking care of her paralyzed husband without ever leaving him?"

Lu Ran: ...

Di Lingyan's face was burning hot, so she ran to sit down between the two of them.

Three girls sat side by side on the hospital bed next to each other, talking, their six long, graceful legs swinging rhythmically.

Lu Ran picked up a green grape, glanced at it sideways, and saw that through the colorful bouquet, the summer breeze was as bright as a sunflower, the star bottle was as elegant as bamboo, and the spirit flame was as beautiful as a peach, each with its own vibrant and dazzling charm.

"Oh dear, Grandpa Lu, why are you eating green grapes by yourself? Let me feed you." Xia Liang volunteered and picked one up. "Ah~ open your mouth."

Lu Ran closed his eyes: "I don't eat food offered with contempt."

Li Xingping smiled, cut an orange with a knife, and brought it to Lu Ran's lips: "Master, please have some of mine, considering your filial piety~"

Lu Ran felt his lips touch her pink fingers, and he gently bit down, frowning, "So sour..."

"Maybe I bought them too fresh, they were just picked from the tree, hahaha." Li Xingping's eyes crinkled into a smile.

The girls burst into laughter.

...Why do I feel like you guys are here to punish me?

Xia Liang cleared her throat lightly: "Then let's begin the weekly meeting of the literary society. Our pictorial magazine is experiencing a period of rapid growth; this week we surpassed 10,000 copies! 10,000 copies!"

"Yay!"

After the meeting, they chatted about trivial matters, and gradually the evening glow appeared on the horizon.

Someone else came in from outside.

This time it was Principal Zheng Qianyun, homeroom teacher Zhang Xuan, Chinese teacher Huang Haitang, English teacher Tian Luojiao, and little Zuo Hanzhi following behind.

"Lu Ran~ Are you alright?"

Zuo Hanzhi bypassed several teachers and rushed to Lu Ran, her little face full of concern.

Seeing this intimate scene, Tian Luojiao chuckled. "Whose little cabbage has snatched the pig's head?"

Zhang Xuan and Huang Haitang both turned their faces away, while Zheng Qianyun frowned slightly.

"It's nothing, just a muscle strain. I'll be discharged tomorrow." Lu Ran felt a warmth in his heart; Han Zhi was so considerate.

Zheng Qianyun glanced at the three pretty girls sitting by the bed, her brows furrowing deeply. She was no longer thinking about how he could be in a relationship so early.

But how many good sisters does he actually have?

Zhang Xuan, Huang Haitang, and Tian Luojiao inquired about Lu Ran's well-being.

Zheng Qianyun gently told him to rest, then said coldly, "You all have class tomorrow, go back home. Only one person is allowed to stay here to take care of him."

"Me!" Zuo Hanzhi raised her hand.

"No." Zheng Qianyun said expressionlessly.

He only injured one leg; his other two legs are perfectly healthy.

"Then I..." Di Lingyan bit her lip, and it took a considerable amount of mental effort to stay under the pressure from the principal.

"You all have classes tomorrow, so I'll have to stay and take care of him. You should go back," Zheng Qianyun said with difficulty.

Everyone: ...

……

Looking out the window, the evening sunset was absolutely gorgeous.

The white clouds were tinged with a gradient of blue, interspersed with shades of pink and orange.

The beautiful woman sitting by the window—well, her cold face was a bit off-putting, but with her willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, red lips, and black hair, she was still quite presentable.

"How many times have I told you, puppy love is not something you should be thinking about at your age..." Zheng Qianyun frowned and started lecturing again.

"I'm hungry," Lu Ran exclaimed.

"...I'll order takeout for you, what do you want to eat?" Zheng Xianyun took out her phone.

"Anything is fine."

"This Hunan restaurant is pretty good, would you like to...?"

"I'm hungry now, I want to eat oranges."

"..."

Zheng Qianyun suppressed the throbbing veins on her forehead and cut a slice of orange to feed him.

Lu Ran sighed softly:

"The knife moves as swiftly as water, the Wu salt is whiter than snow, and the fresh orange is sliced ​​open with nimble fingers."

Zheng Xianyun's heart skipped a beat.

Lu Ran's casual remark was filled with an indescribable tenderness.

The knife flashed like water as the beautiful woman carefully peeled an orange, a scene resembling a meticulous brush painting.

A cold knife, white salt, golden oranges—what a beautiful line of poetry! What a tender and delicate thought! Zheng Qianyun tightened her grip on the orange, feeling a warm glow in her heart, and her whole body went limp.

It’s just...

"I told you not to have a relationship too early, not to try and seduce the principal!" she roared, slamming her head against Lu Ran's head.

?

A question mark popped up above Lu Ran's head.

Something's not right. She definitely didn't read any weird strategy guides...