Chapter 477: Li Luo

During the winter break, they traveled to Qiongzhou City, and on the third morning, they went to the mountaintop park to watch the sunrise.

On the way down, at the exit of the mountaintop park, there was a Love Post Office where you could choose a date yourself and mail a letter you'd written to a specific person on a future day.

Everyone wrote one back then, but Ying Chanxi never expected Li Luo would choose to send hers on her birthday.

Of course, once she actually received the letter, Ying Chanxi felt it was perfectly natural and reasonable.

But the joy and surprise inside her were real.

However, Li Luo didn't write just one letter—he wrote three in total, but Ying Chanxi hadn't thought of that yet, lost entirely in the delight of the surprise.

After returning to her room, she carefully opened the package, inside which lay a single letter, quietly resting; Ying Chanxi placed it in a separate compartment of her backpack, isolated to avoid creasing.

After confirming everything was fine, Ying Chanxi slung her backpack on and went out with Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng.

The three of them routinely went to the school playground, set down their backpacks, and began jogging.

Because Li Luo's academic performance had become increasingly outstanding, the school had previously asked him several times to give speeches on stage during Monday's flag-raising ceremony to share his study insights.

Since Li Luo didn't have Ying Chanxi's experience, when he finally ran out of material, he casually mentioned that he jogged every morning on the school playground.

And so, some classmates, struck by sudden inspiration, began imitating Li Luo by coming to the school playground early in the morning to run.

They didn't realize until they started running themselves—this damn Li Luo wasn't just jogging in the morning?

He was running with Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng accompanying him—no wonder he could stick to it every day!

But thanks to Li Luo's influence, although not everyone could maintain it, many students had begun developing the habit of morning jogging.

Because of this, the vice principal of Fuyi High School even sent someone to record it and take photos for promotion.

When students voluntarily exercised without any mandatory requirement, it was a great promotional opportunity.

"Oh, by the way." While jogging, Ying Chanxi suddenly remembered something and said to Li Luo, "Do you remember that promotional video the vice principal asked us to film last semester?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember." Li Luo recalled it—back then, they'd specifically filmed content for the rock club and the literature club, but there had been no updates since.

"After editing the video last semester, they added some New Year's Eve gala footage," Ying Chanxi said. "By the time the full video was completed and submitted, it was already finals, so it's only just been approved now—it'll be released in a couple of days."

"What does 'released' mean?"

"Literally." Ying Chanxi pointed to the large screen beside the first teaching building, visible right outside the school gate, "It'll probably play on a loop there."

Li Luo: "... Then you'd better not tell me."

"There's another thing." Ying Chanxi added, "After the three major ball tournaments end this April, the gymnasium is going to be torn down and rebuilt."

"Then your rock club's activity room will be gone too—you'll need to find a new place."

"But since music activities are noisy, they haven't decided yet where to relocate you."

"Put you in the library," Li Luo grinned. "That place is totally empty anyway."

"That's the library!" Ying Chanxi instinctively rejected it.

"No one goes there anyway," Li Luo rolled his eyes. "Except when teachers have meetings once in a while—who else goes?"

The library is to the right of the school gate; ahead is the administrative building, and further ahead is the Gao Er teaching building.

As for Gao San, it's even farther away.

With only ten minutes between classes, a nap at noon, and club activities in the evening, students simply never have time to visit the library.

Hearing Li Luo say that, Ying Chanxi actually found it somewhat reasonable and nodded. "I'll ask around and recommend it to the teachers—I was originally planning to put you near the table tennis club."

"Damn, that's way too cramped!" Li Luo couldn't help complaining.

The table tennis club operates in a cement room beneath the playground bleachers.

The most spacious area is already taken up by table tennis tables—if you cram a rock club in there too, it'd be unbearable.

Plus, the renovation is shoddy, and behind it runs a stinking ditch—you have to pinch your nose every time you walk in.

Even Zhao Rongjun, the most honest guy, had complained about it.

"Fine, I'll fight for you then," Ying Chanxi said generously, waving her hand as she was in a good mood today.

After their morning jog, the three went to the school cafeteria for breakfast, all using Ying Chanxi's meal card.

When they returned to the classroom, there were still over ten minutes before seven a. m.; Ying Chanxi took out her water cup, went to the water dispenser at the front to fill it with hot water, then returned to her seat.

She placed the steaming cup in the upper-left corner of her desk, arranged her stationery bag directly in front, and set her pen case to the right.

Only after everything was ready did Ying Chanxi carefully pull the letter from the compartment of her backpack.

Qiao Xinyan saw how seriously she was taking it and teased, "Who wrote you a love letter?"

"It's not a love letter!" Ying Chanxi's face flushed, shaking her head rapidly, then whispered, "Don't talk—I'm going to read it."

"Alright, alright, I won't disturb you," Qiao Xinyan said, looking at her best friend with mild exasperation—she could tell her little Xi had been completely captured by Li Luo.

Looking behind, Li Luo was tying Yan Zhusheng's ponytail.

And Xi was still over here reading a letter.

Qiao Xinyan just stared blankly, shook her head, and pretended not to see.

Meanwhile, Ying Chanxi had already eagerly opened the envelope and pulled out two items.

One was a letter.

The other was a postcard.

The image on the postcard showed the sun rising over the sea; on the back, Li Luo had written a line.

【If a person's life is only one day, then you are my sunrise sun.】

Ying Chanxi clenched her lips tightly to prevent her mouth from curving too widely upon reading those words.

She flipped the postcard over, stared at the sunrise over the sea, then flipped it back to read Li Luo's words again—some corner of her heart trembled faintly, thudding thudding, as if she could hear her own heartbeat.

She gazed for a long while; when she finally came to her senses, the bell for morning self-study had already rung—she realized over ten minutes had passed.

Kong Junxiang had already entered the classroom and was observing them settling into morning self-study.

Qiao Xinyan, the Chinese class representative for Gao Er, stood up and led everyone through Kong Junxiang's assigned morning reading task.

Then came free time, during which everyone could choose to memorize certain passages as needed.

At that moment, Ying Chanxi, who had not yet begun reading the letter, opened her textbook upright and secretly slipped Li Luo's letter inside, pretending to read.

Qiao Xinyan, as the Chinese class representative, was responsible for monitoring classmates during morning self-study, and immediately noticed Ying Chanxi's subtle movement.

Seeing her guilty, furtive expression, Qiao Xinyan couldn't help smiling—she thought the top student in the grade excelled at everything else, but this kind of sneaky, deceitful behavior was utterly transparent at a glance.

Even Kong Jun, standing by the door, could instantly sense something was off about Ying Chanxi.

During normal morning reading sessions, Ying Chanxi would never behave like this.

Yet, Kong Jun always turned a blind eye to model students, avoiding unnecessary interference.

Thus, under these circumstances, Ying Chanxi carefully read Li Luo's letter, her lips unconsciously curving higher and higher, her smile impossible to conceal.