After Zhou Hong left Yang Xi's home, he didn't go anywhere else. He found a bridge underpass nearby and immediately sat down cross-legged inside.
In the blink of an eye, dawn broke.
People in the city went to work or school as usual. No one knew that beneath a busy overpass, in a narrow underpass, sat a person who was entering the deepest state of meditation. With no spiritual energy, he could only use deep meditation to heal himself.
Yang Xi got up early and called Zhou Hong, but her call went unanswered.
Meanwhile, at Jinzhou University, all the students had gone to class, but Zhou Hong was nowhere to be seen.
Even Qin Mengxue and Qiao Xiaoyu felt puzzled.
"Xiaoyu, why hasn't Zhou Hong come to class all morning?" Qin Mengxue asked, her brow furrowed, around noon.
"I don't know. Maybe he felt it was boring and decided not to come?"
"I'm not sure. How about we call him?"
"Okay."
Qin Mengxue immediately dialed Zhou Hong's number, but again, there was no answer. She tried several times, but he still didn't pick up.
"That's strange. Could someone have gotten rid of him?" Qin Mengxue said, a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"No way?" Qiao Xiaoyu shivered slightly. Although she didn't like Zhou Hong, she didn't wish for him to be killed, as he was a life after all.
At this moment, a post on the Jinzhou University forum was going viral.
The post contained a love letter, written in an extremely explicit, even debauched, manner.
The letter was signed by Zhou Hong.
"Xiaoyu, look, Zhou Hong is fine. He even wrote a love letter to Liu Yan this morning, which someone posted on the forum." A few minutes later, Qin Mengxue said urgently.
Qiao Xiaoyu opened the forum and indeed found a ridiculously explicit love letter, which even boasted about his prowess in "that" department.
"Judging by the style, it really does seem like something he'd write. With such shameless words, no one but him could possibly write them," Qiao Xiaoyu frowned.
"Did he not come to class this morning because he went to deliver that love letter to Liu Yan? That's too much. He's your fiancé, and he's out chasing other women," Qin Mengxue said, sounding indignant on Qiao Xiaoyu's behalf.
"Haha, I wish! If he really likes Liu Yan, I hope he goes to live with her family immediately. Then I'll be free," Qiao Xiaoyu laughed.
Just then, an angry shout came from the classroom door: "Zhou Hong, get out here!"
Immediately after, three young men walked in from outside. The one leading them was none other than Kang Bing Tian, the second-ranked bully in the School of Economics.
"Zhou Hong, you son of a bitch, how dare you mess with my girl!" Kang Bing Tian roared.
"Zhou Hong isn't here. He didn't come to class today," a classmate said.
Kang Bing Tian looked a bit puzzled. Did Zhou Hong know he was coming to settle the score and deliberately hide?
"Hmph, let's see how long he can hide. He has the guts to chase my girl but not the guts to show up. Scum!" Kang Bing Tian huffed and stormed away.
Time slowly passed.
In the blink of an eye, another day went by.
The sun rose, and in a certain bridge underpass, Zhou Hong slowly opened his eyes.
"Phew!" After two days of deep meditation, Zhou Hong's body had finally recovered.
Zhou Hong picked up his phone, but it was dead and had automatically shut down. It was likely that many calls over the past two days had drained the battery.
Zhou Hong had no choice but to go home. He was also reeking and needed a shower, and to charge his phone.
Soon, Zhou Hong returned to Tianhe Residential Area.
After taking a shower, his phone had charged up to forty percent.
Zhou Hong immediately turned it on and indeed saw many missed calls.
Qin Mengxue had called more than a dozen times, Yang Xi had also called more than a dozen times, and besides them, Liu Hua, Qiao Wanli, and others had also called seven or eight times.
Zhou Hong, in order, called Qin Mengxue back.
Qin Mengxue was currently at the university. When she saw Zhou Hong's call, her face showed surprise. She had thought he might have been silently eliminated, but then he unexpectedly called her himself.
"Hello," Qin Mengxue answered curtly.
"Ex-wife, why did you call me so many times?" Zhou Hong asked.
"What did you call me?" Qin Mengxue frowned.
"Ex-wife."
"Shut up, who's your ex-wife?" Qin Mengxue said angrily.
"Alright, ex-wife. I didn't expect you to care about me so much. Seeing as I haven't been around for two days and you called me so many times, it shows you have some feelings for me. It's not in vain that we were once husband and wife."
"Pah! Who was your wife? I called you just to confirm whether someone had gotten rid of you," Qin Mengxue said, fuming.
"Alright, ex-wife, I'm fine now. No need to worry." Zhou Hong couldn't be bothered to bicker with her. Although Qin Mengxue might not like him, her calling him so many times clearly indicated concern.
"Who's worried about you? Shameless," Qin Mengxue snorted angrily and hung up.
Afterward, Zhou Hong called Yang Xi, Qiao Wanli, and Liu Hua separately to let them know he was safe.
He was quite touched that so many people cared about him.
Especially Yang Xi, who cried on the phone when she saw that Zhou Hong was fine. What a silly teacher.
After changing his clothes, Zhou Hong left home, intending to head to Jinzhou University.
Zhou Hong had no idea that he had become completely famous at Jinzhou University. Because of that love letter on the forum, he was universally recognized as the most potent student in Jinzhou University's history. Even the Five Young Masters sighed, saying that in their research on the art of human reproduction, they were no match for Zhou Hong.
However, for the past two days, Kang Bing Tian, the second bully of the School of Economics, had been looking for Zhou Hong. He thought Zhou Hong was afraid of him and had gone into hiding, so he had gone to Zhou Hong's classroom several times. Seeing that Zhou Hong wasn't there, he had kicked down the door of the second-year accounting class in anger.
Wang Zhicheng, the instigator of this whole affair, was hiding in the shadows, waiting to see Zhou Hong and Kang Bing Tian clash.
Soon, Zhou Hong arrived at the classroom.
"Huh! Why is the door broken?" When Zhou Hong arrived at the classroom, he saw that both the front and back doors had been kicked in, and he looked confused.
"Brother Hong, you're finally here! If you didn't show up, let alone the door, the classroom would have been torn down," Wu Jinbin shouted when he saw Zhou Hong.
"What's going on? I've only been away for two days, and who dares to be so presumptuous in our class?" Zhou Hong frowned.
"Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to?" All the classmates looked at Zhou Hong with confusion.
"What do I know?" Zhou Hong looked completely bewildered.
"A few days ago, that love letter you wrote to Liu Yan was posted on the forum by someone," Wu Jinbin said hurriedly.
"Who is Liu Yan? What a joke! Who does she think she is to deserve a love letter from me?" A surge of anger rose within Zhou Hong.
"See for yourself." Wu Jinbin immediately took out his phone, opened the love letter on the forum, and handed it to Zhou Hong.
"Damn!" After reading it, Zhou Hong was completely stunned.