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

"Who's messing with me?"

Lu Ran stared intently at Zhao Yishuang. The girl's oval face, with its fair skin and rosy cheeks, was exquisite and captivating.

Fu Liqun.

"Who is this?"

Lu Ran felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Vice Principal, Director of Moral Education."

Then, an image of a middle-aged man—thin, tall, and with prominent cheekbones—appeared in Lu Ran's mind.

Yes, they're in charge of discipline, and they frequent the dormitories, evening study rooms, and men's restrooms.

If Zheng Xianyun is likened to Wu Zetian, then Fu Liqun is a ruthless and cruel official, privately referred to as Voldemort by his students.

But I don't live in the dorms, I don't attend evening self-study sessions, and I don't smoke, drink, or get my hair permed—I'm completely unrelated to any of those things.

Zhao Yishuang stared intently at him: "The magazine."

"Huh?!" Lu Ran sat up straight, his thoughts racing like lightning.

"After Huaizhong Pictorial became popular, a large number of pirated copies appeared. Xia Liang should have told you about that, right?" Zhao Yishuang said casually.

"Yes, I've already reported it to the copyright bureau."

"As you probably know, no matter how hard the law enforcement team investigates, they can't find the pirate dens. This is because..."

Zhao Yishuang said with a sneer, "Fu Liqun is using the name of legitimate publications to print pirated copies."

"The cost of pirated copies of the same magazine is reduced to 1.5 yuan, but it is sold at a fan price. The profit is astonishing."

"Damn it, this is the lingering chill of early sunrise!" Lu Ran was furious.

After all that, it turns out there was a mole inside.

"The mastermind behind your downfall is also Fu Liqun. His purpose is probably to warn you not to pursue piracy any further."

Zhao Yishuang lowered her eyes.

"But during this period, you rode in my family's car every day after school, which made him wary, so he has become more restrained."

"Can I report him?" Lu Ran asked.

"It won't be very effective. Fu Liqun is just a protector, and the official investigation probably won't uncover anything," Zhao Yishuang shook her head.

"So...can you use your family connections to bring him down?"

"Hmm, that might not work either," Zhao Yishuang said casually. "Fu Liqun's background is in the education system, while my family... is more inclined towards the military."

She considered it for a moment, "My father can report it to a higher level, but he doesn't know I'm in the literary society, so he probably wouldn't approve."

"Is there no other way?" Lu Ran raised an eyebrow.

"The only solution is to address the root cause and temporarily suspend the magazine's publication," Zhao Yishuang pondered.

"Sigh." Lu Ran was somewhat troubled.

We finally got the magazine up and running, and then we ran into this disgusting thing.

Stop?

Wouldn't all the hard work of these past few days be wasted?

"After the final exams, I'll go talk to Principal Zheng about it," Lu Ran said. "After all, she's our literary society's advisor, so she should do something."

"Mmm." Zhao Yishuang didn't say anything more.

I arrived at the Zhao family's large garden villa with ease. Since I was already there, I had nothing else to do but study.

Let’s learn.

At sunset.

Lu Ran sat next to Zhao Yishuang, listening to her explain the problems, and quickly became immersed in the joy of learning.

A little while later, Aunt Shen knocked on the door and called for dinner.

In the brightly lit hall on the first floor, only Lu Ran, Zhao Yishuang, and Aunt Shen were eating at the long table. There was a pot of black chicken and wolfberry soup in the middle of the three delicate side dishes.

It is fresh, sweet, and rich, with a mild medicinal aroma.

"Wow, Aunt Shen's cooking is amazing. I wish I could live here forever," Lu Ran sighed contentedly.

He winked at Zhao Yishuang secretly, and Zhao Yishuang gave a light, cute pout.

Aunt Shen smiled slightly: "Then you must pamper Yishuang a lot."

"Definitely, definitely, hahaha," Lu Ran said with a grin.

During this time, Aunt Shen developed a strong liking for Lu Ran, a sweet-talking and polite boy.

Then, recalling that love letter from last time, she pretty much understood—"Miss Yishuang Wants Me to Confess ~ A Battle of Love Minds Among Geniuses".

However, the prejudice against powerful clans in China...

After dinner, Lu Ran, dragging his injured leg, hopped upstairs.

Zhao Yishuang followed behind him, watching him enter the room.

As dusk enveloped the mountains and forests, the young lady's boudoir was brightly lit and exuded a gentle and elegant atmosphere.

Lu Ran suddenly asked, "Haven't seen Aunt Song in a long time?"

Zhao Yishuang was taken aback and said, "My mother works at the provincial writers' association and lives in the provincial capital, so she's not often at home."

"Oh, and what about your dad?"

I don't know why, I just wanted to understand her better.

Lu Ran's impression of Zhao Yishuang was a gradual process.

The first time I saw her, she was a beautiful young woman with a refined and elegant appearance.

Then there's the top student in the grade, who's a bit aloof and arrogant.

As I got to know her better, I realized how noble her background was, how elegant her talent was, and how pure her character was.

But during these days of tutoring, Lu Ran felt that she was just like any other girl, only her emotions were hidden beneath a layer of ice.

Zuo Hanzhi showed little emotion, while Zhao Yishuang suppressed her emotions deeply—in comparison, the latter was more dangerous.

"My dad also works in the provincial capital, but he's very busy and can only come home five or six times a year," Zhao Yishuang said.

"Left-behind children," Lu Ran said, earning a coquettish reproach from the girl.

Lu Ran walked around her room, flipping through the photo albums in the bookcase. Hmm, her father was indeed as stereotypical, with a stern and imposing face.

He must have been quite handsome when he was young.

But as he flipped through the pages, Lu Ran became puzzled: "Yi Shuang, who is this?"

This photo is probably Zhao's father's graduation photo from university. A man and two women stand under a cherry blossom tree with bright smiles, full of the joy of spring.

Zhao Yishuang glanced at it: "This is my aunt."

"And this one?" Lu Ran pointed to another girl who was unbelievably beautiful. She had long, dark blue hair, a delicate oval face, a pale yellow knit sweater, a beige skirt, and milky white socks. She was fashionable and flamboyant.

Clearly, she has a completely different temperament from Aunt Song.

"I don't know." Zhao Yishuang thought for a moment, "Maybe it's my dad's college classmate."

Lu Ran wondered to himself, "Could it be your dad's first love?"

But finding it too frivolous, he simply nodded.

He turned to look at Zhao Yishuang's bookshelf. She was truly erudite, with classic works such as "Les Misérables," "Resurrection," and "Pride and Prejudice."

"Huh, what's this?" Lu Ran pulled out an old booklet with a unique combination lock on the side.

"Don't look at that—!"

Zhao Yishuang, who was lost in thought, suddenly turned around and saw that Lu Ran had dug out all the diaries she had written from junior high school to the present!

She hurriedly reached out to grab it.

Lu Ran was caught off guard and couldn't withstand her onslaught.

The two collided and lost their balance...

Fortunately, Lu Ran was used to falling on the football field and instantly shielded Zhao Yishuang in front of him.

Thump! They both fell to the ground.

"what!"

Lu Ran let out a miserable cry, his body drenched in cold sweat.

"I'm sorry, are you alright? Where did I fall on you..." Zhao Yishuang hurriedly helped Lu Ran up.

"No, it's nothing."

"Lie down on the bed, I'll massage it for you."

"oh."

Lu Ran glanced regretfully at the locked booklet, which Zhao Yishuang carefully hid in the drawer.

I really want to see it!

That should contain Zhao Yishuang's girlish thoughts from childhood to adulthood.

For him, this enigmatic white moonlight ultimately held a different meaning.

Lying on the soft, fragrant bed, Lu Ran comfortably stretched out his arms, the sweet scent lingering around his nose.

Zhao Yishuang bit her lip.

"One Frost".

Suddenly, a deep, steady voice came from outside the door, "Are you in your room?"

Lu Ran was taken aback.

Zhao Yishuang hurriedly pulled the blanket over his head, crying out, "My dad! My dad's back!"

She was like an ant on a hot pan.

Lu Ran: ? ? ?