A few more days passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Hong continued his life as usual.
However, during these past few days, a significant piece of news had been reported in Jinshi City. It was about Zhong Jianren, the fourth-ranked provincial young genius, who had fallen in love with Changsun Qinghe and was now fervently pursuing her.
Originally, most of the martial cultivator news in Jinshi City was related to Zhou Hong. But lately, there had been less about him, with most of it revolving around Zhong Jianren.
Of course, Zhou Hong didn't feel jealous, envious, or hateful towards Zhong Jianren because of this. In fact, Zhou Hong wished the television news would stop broadcasting his affairs.
As for Zhong Jianren, he had intentionally appeared on television to pursue Changsun Qinghe, seemingly wanting to stir up a great commotion throughout Jinshi City. According to the Sudanshan Novel Network.
As expected, within three days, countless people in Jinshi City learned of his pursuit of Changsun Qinghe.
Some people were envious, while others offered their blessings.
As for Zhou Hong, he didn't think too much about it. If Changsun Qinghe liked Zhong Jianren, and invited Zhou Hong to their wedding, Zhou Hong would naturally attend.
On the evening of the fourth day, Zhou Hong returned home and was sitting in the living room watching television.
A program from the martial cultivator channel was being broadcast.
On the program, Zhong Jianren was once again on television. Zhou Hong was currently watching this program from his television.
"Hello, Zhong Jianren, thank you for joining our program."
"You're welcome. I also want to use your program to let more people know about my love for Changsun Qinghe and to receive more blessings." A young man smiled on television; this was Zhong Jianren.
"That will surely happen. We invited you to our program today mainly to learn more about you and Changsun Qinghe. I believe that after today's program is broadcast, more people will bless you and pray for you to win the heart of your beloved soon."
Following this, the host of the program engaged in a question-and-answer session to conduct the program.
Zhou Hong sat on the sofa watching, not because he particularly enjoyed it, but out of boredom, just flipping through channels.
Soon, the program had been running for half an hour, and the host had asked most of the questions, but there were still five minutes left.
So, the host changed the topic and asked, "By the way, Senior Zhong Jianren, do you know Zhou Hong? He is a provincial young genius from our Jinshi City."
"Heh, of course, I know him." Zhong Jianren chuckled.
At this moment, Zhou Hong's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing the host mention him.
"Then, what are your thoughts on our Jinshi City's genius?" the host asked with interest.
"Well, how should I put it? I haven't seen him in person yet, so it's hard to comment." Zhong Jianren said. In reality, he was quite disdainful of Zhou Hong. Although Zhou Hong was also a provincial young genius, he didn't have a good impression of Zhou Hong, perhaps because Zhou Hong had previously crippled Yan Fengcheng, and he and Yan Fengcheng were on good terms.
"How about we connect with him live? Our program team happens to have his phone number. You are both provincial young geniuses, especially you, ranked fourth. I believe Senior Zhou Hong would be very interested in speaking with you and getting to know you."
"Uh, alright." Zhong Jianren nodded. Although he didn't want to, the host had already said it, so he could only agree. After all, many people were watching on television, and he couldn't appear ungracious, especially as a genius even greater than Zhou Hong, he should be more magnanimous.
At this moment, at the Qiao family residence, Zhou Hong's phone rang.
"That lunatic, why is he connecting with me?" Zhou Hong took out his phone, feeling annoyed. Just as he was about to hang up, Qiao Xiaoyu quickly said, "Quick, answer it!"
Helpless, Zhou Hong picked up the call.
"Hello, Senior Zhou Hong, we are from the Jinshi City Martial Cultivator Channel program. We are currently connecting with you live. Our guest today is Zhong Jianren. We wonder if Senior Zhou Hong would be willing to spare a few minutes to chat with our guest." As soon as Zhou Hong answered, the host's voice came through.
"There's nothing to talk about." Zhou Hong said indifferently. Zhou Hong didn't have a good impression of this Zhong Jianren either. Because in the past few days, Changsun Qinghe had repeatedly expressed her dislike for Zhong Jianren through the media, yet Zhong Jianren continued to pester her. Therefore, Zhou Hong had no good feelings towards him.
At this moment, at the program site, Zhong Jianren felt a bit awkward, as this was a live broadcast. Zhou Hong directly saying there was nothing to talk about made him lose face.
"Senior Zhou Hong, it's my fault for not being clear. Our program's guest today, Zhong Jianren, is Zhong Jianren, the fourth-ranked provincial young genius." The host, fearing that he hadn't explained clearly, quickly revealed Zhong Jianren's identity.
"I know. I'm watching television at home right now."
"Ah, then how come you...?" The host seemed a little confused.
"I don't have a good impression of this Zhong Jianren. Changsun Qinghe is also my friend. She has released several statements these past few days saying she doesn't like Zhong Jianren, but this Zhong Jianren is sick." Zhou Hong expressed his opinion, seemingly showing no regard for Zhong Jianren.
Indeed, people watching television in countless households at this moment seemed incredulous that Zhou Hong would call Zhong Jianren sick.
"Zhou Hong, you...?" Qiao Xiaoyu and Qiao Wanli, seeing Zhou Hong speak this way, looked very worried.
Meanwhile, Zhong Jianren, who was recording the program live, furiously grabbed the phone and said coldly, "Zhou Hong, you're f*cking arrogant."
"Uh...!" Zhou Hong was stunned for a moment.
"Zhou Hong, who the hell do you think you are? I like Changsun Qinghe, what business is it of yours that you need to butt in and point fingers? F*ck your mother." Zhong Jianren was getting angry. In front of a live broadcast, Zhou Hong showed him no respect at all and even called him sick. Anyone would be furious, let alone someone who was a greater genius than Zhou Hong.
"Zhong Jianren, since that's the case, then I'll show you something." Zhou Hong said after a moment of hesitation.
"What?"
Hearing Zhou Hong's words, countless people were stunned. This was a sentence that Zhong Jianren should have said.
Zhong Jianren was enraged at this moment. He had intended to say the same thing, but he had refrained from doing so in front of so many people to avoid losing face. He never expected Zhou Hong to say it first.
"You've got guts, showing me something? Then come on, I'll wait for you at the television station." Zhong Jianren said furiously.
"Alright, I'll be right there."
Zhou Hong immediately hung up the phone.
The host was dumbfounded. The program was about to end, but now Zhou Hong was coming over. Would the program be able to conclude?
"Zhou Hong, you're not actually going, are you? That Zhong Jianren, he's the fourth-ranked provincial young genius, and his cultivation realm has reached the eighth-ninth stage of Martial Warrior." Qiao Xiaoyu quickly grabbed Zhou Hong.
"Heh, don't worry. I've improved these past few days, and coincidentally, I'm one stage higher than him, reaching the ninetieth stage."