CHAPTER 1535: CHAPTER 1536: LOVE LETTER

Zong Wangyue forcefully rubbed his flat top head, his face full of chubby flesh, and said to you, "Hehe, Old Shu, um... well... tsk, I..."

"Oh, come on! Zongzi, can you get to the point already? I’m getting anxious just listening over here." Xiao Feng teased from the side.

Zong Wangyue shot Xiao Feng a look and continued to smile at you, "Old Shu, I know you’re a wordsmith. Can you, hehe, help me write a love letter?"

Your short modern poem in "Full Essay Score" was published in the school’s monthly newspaper edited by the student literary club, thanks to the Chinese teacher, Wang Posuo, two weeks ago.

For you personally, it wasn’t even a tiny hiccup; you still ate and slept, slept and ate every day. However, quite a few teenage girls at school had started to take a quiet interest in you.

Just imagine, a tall and handsome guy, 1.8 meters high, with a well-built physique and a roguish smirk on his face—who wouldn’t have a crush on him?

Even more significantly, in the academically demanding environment of this key high school, you are considered a maverick among mavericks. You finish exams in thirty minutes and still rank in the top 100. Who knows how many guys wish they could strangle you in their dreams?

You didn’t refuse and asked, "Writing a love letter is no problem. The question is, what style and tone do you want?"

"Love letters have styles?"

Zong Wangyue and Xiao Feng both listened with some curiosity. Nowadays, when others write love letters, they have to copy from here and there, but you ask right away about style and tone, showing that you’re definitely a natural in this area.

"The love letter has been around since ancient times, spanning across the ages. Writing a good love letter is crucial for any teenager."

In everyone’s eyes, you’re now at the level of Sage Qing, the kind of person who can make countless girls cry just by standing there with your head tilted up at a 35-degree angle and exhaling gently.

Hearing a sage share his wisdom, the two quickly sat up straight and listened attentively.

"A love letter is also a culture; it represents a person’s cultivation and deep aspirations of the heart." You paused and then continued, "Too much chatter isn’t necessary. Since it’s Zongzi who needs it, as a brother, I’ll naturally oblige. But Zongzi, tell me what you want to express first. I can’t just write random nonsense, can I?"

"Like what kind of nonsense?"

Zong Wangyue and Xiao Feng both asked simultaneously.

Your lips curled into a slight smile, and you chuckled, "It’s you who made me forget Maria Ozawa, Anri Okita, and Yui Hatano; it’s you who made my waistline thinner without regret—willingly deleting a 250TB hard drive!"

"Bro, that’s not funny! If I send this out, won’t she just see me as a pervert?"

Zong Wangyue nearly cried hearing this, while Xiao Feng continuously gave you a thumbs-up.

You patted Zong Wangyue on the shoulder, laughed, and said, "I won’t set up a brother. Give me a few minutes, both of you go cool off somewhere; I don’t like being disturbed when I’m brainstorming."

"Okay."

With that, the two eagerly sat aside, like Left and Right Protectors, guarding over you.

In about three or four minutes, you filled two A4 pages, your handwriting dynamic and free-flowing:

"Our hearts are a circle,

for its eccentricity is always zero.

My longing for you is a repeating decimal,

Again and again, hopelessly entrapped.

We are like a parabola, you are the focus, I’m the directrix,

The deeper you wish me to be, the more genuine I think of you—

Alright, actually, the passage above is borrowed, precisely because it’s borrowed, so I feel my heart torn and twisted.

I don’t know why you like math, or maybe you don’t like it at all and practice only for college exams.

For me, you are the only college entrance exam of my life.

It cannot be repeated; it cannot be retaken. If I fail, my heart, my shadow, will forever vanish from your world.

It shouldn’t be like that!

The boy rides a bamboo horse, playing around the bed with a childhood sweetheart. Although we are not quite such, we have watched each other grow up. In our rebellious and ignorant childhood, we didn’t understand the deep marks of spring and autumn.

For this reason, my understanding is more thorough, and my love is more cherished.

Perhaps you would say, I don’t understand love!

Actually, I really don’t, just like I don’t understand why moths fly into the flame, or why the swallow and the crow fall together.

Oaths as solid as mountains and flying wings are meaningless to express.

In truth, I envy couples who guard each other for life more.

My family flies through the whole country, facing the cold and warmth together as our wings age.

Sorry for getting sidetracked, just like my feelings at the moment, not knowing how to express them.

Actually, I just want you to know one thing; this is a love letter, also a confession.

There are three words I can’t say, not because I’m cowardly, but because I feel the most beautiful things should be kept in the heart, tucked away, warming continually, savored regularly.

No matter if you respond or not, I’ll be waiting.

Even if you hide from me after this, my thoughts will stay by your side.

Spring equinox, entering your dreams with the wind; summer solstice, a bolt of thunder drives away all demons and evils; autumn dew, rains nurturing your heart; winter frost, weaving a pure white world for you.

Happiness District, Building Six, Unit Two, Room 3rd Floor.

Zong Wangyue."

"Brilliant, Old Shu!" Xiao Feng, after reading, immediately gave a thumbs-up, "Not a trace of plagiarism, one look and you know it’s original."

You yawned slightly, touched your nose, and said very flatly, "Just an ordinary love letter written in a few minutes, nothing to be amazed about. But Zongzi, go get a color envelope and stationery with a campus vibe, matching if possible. The letter uses three pages, so copy it over."

"Oh, but why three pages of stationery?"

Zong Wangyue smiled as he asked. He genuinely liked the love letter you ghost-wrote, knowing that at his level, he could never write one this well.

"One envelope with three pages of stationery naturally represents a lifetime. Since it’s a love letter, it has to have meaning." You found a comfortable position lying on the desk, "If it were a letter to Zisu, I’d probably write an entire notebook, 22 pages, because that’s Zisu’s birthday. So remember, a love letter must have specific meaning, otherwise, it’s just like toilet paper."

Seeing you lying down comfortably, Zong Wangyue didn’t disturb further. Knowing you dislike being thanked for little things, he didn’t even say thanks.

The first two classes in the afternoon were taught by "Wang Posuo." Speaking of Wang Posuo, he didn’t have a nickname before, or if he did, it was just a plain ’Old Stubborn,’ not very original.