"Dean? Where are you taking me?" Zhou Hong asked casually from the back seat.
"I'm taking you to the school sports field now. I'll watch you there personally until Yan Fengcheng arrives and deals with you."
"Dean? I'm truly disappointed in you. I thought you called me to tell me to run quickly, but instead...!" Zhou Hong appeared somewhat disappointed. The dean used to treat him well; why the sudden change!
"Do you want to know why?"
"Yes, I want to know. You used to appreciate me; I thought we would become friends."
"Hahaha, that's hilarious. Have you considered what you've done? Let me tell you something, I also have an idol."
Zhou Hong furrowed his brow slightly, looking confused.
"Although I am the dean of the Martial Cultivation Academy and I'm old, every provincial youth genius is my idol, including Yan Fengcheng. You showed such disrespect to Yan Fengcheng, do you think I would still appreciate you? Moreover, Yan Fengcheng himself called the school. So, compared to my idol, what are you? Do you know what people in Jinzhou City are saying about you now? They say that after winning a martial cultivation competition, you've become incredibly arrogant, not even respecting the provincial youth geniuses. You're just a frog in a well. I used to admire you, but now, it's pathetic."
Zhou Hong listened to the dean's scolding without arguing, merely smiling faintly.
"So Yan Fengcheng is your idol, no wonder."
"Every provincial youth genius is my idol. Not just me, but the entire Jinzhou City, no, the entire Jiangnan Province, every martial cultivator regards the provincial youth geniuses as idols." Su Dan Novel Network.
"Heh, it seems those six provincial youth geniuses have quite a few fans."
"You can still laugh." The dean snorted softly. In fact, the dean's eagerness to apprehend Zhou Hong was not solely because Yan Fengcheng was his idol; there was another reason. He wanted to make a good impression on Yan Fengcheng through this incident. If there was a chance to get close to Yan Fengcheng, or if Yan Fengcheng would remember him, it would all be worth it.
Zhou Hong sighed deeply. The dean, whom he had considered a friend, had now been removed from that list.
"Dean, you're so eager to capture me, you probably also want to use this opportunity to curry favor with that Yan Fengcheng, right?" Zhou Hong asked with a laugh.
"Since you've already guessed it, I won't hide it anymore. That's right, I do have that intention. A genius of Yan Fengcheng's caliber, if I can leave a good impression on him, it would be of immense benefit to me. If he could offer me some guidance, that would be even better." The dean looked hopeful.
However, Zhou Hong shook his head and sighed softly. He had initially thought of guiding the dean himself if the opportunity arose in the future, but... he had lost the chance before he could even offer it.
He wondered if the dean would ever regret it, but there were no second chances in life.
Soon, the dean drove directly to the sports field of Jinzhou University.
"Zhou Hong, get out of the car. There's a podium at the front of the sports field. We'll wait there. Do you want to walk with me, or should I tie you up and drag you over?" the dean asked after stopping the car.
"I think it would be better if you tied me up. That way, Yan Fengcheng will have a better impression of you when he sees it," Zhou Hong said with a laugh.
"Haha, you're quite resourceful with suggestions, aren't you? Alright." The dean immediately took out a rope from the trunk.
Zhou Hong didn't resist, actively extending his hands for the dean to tie the rope around them.
"Come on, let's go to the podium," the dean said, pulling the rope.
"Heh, no need to pull the rope, I'll walk with you," Zhou Hong said with a laugh, a hint of mockery on his face.
Just then, Qiao Xiaoyu arrived in another car from not far away. Qiao Xiaoyu and Qin Mengxue hurriedly got out of their car and rushed over anxiously.
"Zhou Hong!" They burst into tears upon seeing Zhou Hong's hands bound by the dean.
"Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet," Zhou Hong said with a smile.
"Dean, please let Zhou Hong go," Qiao Xiaoyu immediately knelt before the dean and pleaded.
"Yes, Dean, Zhou Hong is a rare genius. Didn't you value him highly before? You even said you would guide his cultivation, so why are you tying him up now?" Qin Mengxue also knelt down to intercede for Zhou Hong.
"Heh, genius my foot. Who are we comparing him to? Compared to the provincial youth geniuses, what kind of genius is he?" the dean sneered.
Zhou Hong quickly said, "Don't beg him. He won't let me go. That Yan Fengcheng is his idol, and the reason he's so eager to tie me up is to curry favor with Yan Fengcheng."
"Dean? That's impossible. I always thought you were an upright person. How could you do this?" Qiao Xiaoyu seemed to find it hard to believe, having always viewed the dean as a righteous person, yet he was suddenly acting like a villain.
"Alright, you two, stop crying in front of me. In the face of personal prospects and destiny, everything else can be put aside for now. Do you two kids know what kind of person Yan Fengcheng is?" The dean finished speaking, ignored Qiao Xiaoyu and Qin Mengxue, immediately pulled the rope, and arrived at the podium.
The dean tied Zhou Hong to a flagpole on the podium.
Zhou Hong offered no resistance; instead, he chuckled from time to time.
"Zhou Hong, don't even think about escaping. I'll be watching you here. You have no chance of escaping," the dean warned Zhou Hong.
"Rest assured, I won't escape. By the way, when is that scumbag Yan Fengcheng arriving?"
"Don't worry, he'll be here in a few hours, by noon at the latest."
"Alright, then I'll wait here."
"You're like a dead pig that isn't afraid of boiling water. You can still laugh when death is staring you in the face," the dean seemed somewhat perplexed. Anyone else would have been crying by now.
"Hahaha, according to your logic, since death is inevitable, what's the use of crying?"
Just then, more and more people on the sports field noticed and gathered around.
Within ten minutes, a crowd of students had surrounded the podium. They took out their phones to record videos, some posting them to their class groups, others to the campus forum.
Thus, within half an hour, videos of the Martial Cultivation Academy dean tying Zhou Hong to the podium were circulating in the class groups and forums of various universities in Jinzhou.
Consequently, students who were in class could no longer sit still and began to flee their classrooms to come and see.