Although Changsun Ruoyan didn't believe him, Zhou Hong wasn't lying. He was indeed just idling here.
Unlike the people born in this world, everyone here had a clear future and plans.
As a transmigrator from the Purple Cloud Continent, he had no idea of his purpose or goals in this new world, feeling lost every day.
Thinking of this, Zhou Hong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, which reminded him of his hometown.
He didn't know how he had inexplicably transmigrated here. Would he ever have the chance to return home?
Probably not. Although he seemed happy here now, he was actually in pain every day, unable to integrate into this world.
At this moment, on the sports field, other students were also strolling around in small groups.
"Hey, isn't that Zhou Hong?"
"Yeah, why is he walking alone on the field? Look at his eyes, he seems a bit sad."
"What's he sad about?"
"What else? It must be about his duel with Qian Jie. Both of them are at the sixteenth stage of warrior cultivation, yet he couldn't even block one move from Qian Jie, and it was broadcast live. Although he expressed his admiration and smiled generously at the time, who knew he'd be so sad and dejected alone on the field now."
"Let's secretly film him and post it on the forum. Maybe our post will go viral."
"Okay, okay."
So, the students who saw Zhou Hong began secretly filming him from afar, capturing his forlorn expression clearly. They then anonymously posted it on the school forum with the title: Zhou Hong is dispirited after losing his match, weeping alone on the field.
At this time, the Jinzhou University forum was abuzz with discussions about Qian Jie. Unexpectedly, this post about Zhou Hong's tears immediately captured everyone's attention.
"Haha, I thought he was truly indifferent, but he's secretly shedding tears too."
"Let's not mock him, everyone. He acted generously in front of others, only to be sad in private. What's there to laugh at?"
The comment section was divided into two factions: some mocked Zhou Hong, while others offered him comfort.
Zhou Hong, at this moment, had no idea that his longing for his hometown was being misinterpreted as him weeping alone on the field.
In Zhou Hong's classroom.
Many of his classmates had also discovered the post and were discussing it.
"I knew he wouldn't come to class suddenly. So he was feeling down and went to the field to cry alone."
"He's already very impressive. I hope he can get over it."
"He couldn't even block one move from Qian Jie, so it won't be easy for him to get over it."
"Yeah, not being able to block even one move is indeed a bit embarrassing."
"What are you guys talking about?" Qiao Xiaoyu asked, hearing the discussion from the students in front of her.
"Haven't you checked the forum? Your boyfriend Zhou Hong is crying alone on the field," a male student from the front row replied.
"How is that possible?" Qiao Xiaoyu said in disbelief. Based on her understanding of Zhou Hong, it was hard to believe he would be so fragile.
"Why would we lie to you? We saw it on the forum. Someone who happened to be strolling on the field took pictures. Zhou Hong was walking alone, looking dejected, and even seemed to be shedding tears. If I'm not mistaken, it must be because of the match, being unable to block even one move, and feeling upset."
Qiao Xiaoyu quickly opened the forum and indeed saw the post.
Seeing the video of Zhou Hong walking on the field with a dejected expression, Qiao Xiaoyu felt a pang of heartache.
"Zhou Hong!" Qiao Xiaoyu's nose twitched. Without a word, she immediately left the classroom and ran towards the sports field.
As expected, when Qiao Xiaoyu reached the sports field, she saw Zhou Hong still walking there.
"Zhou Hong," Qiao Xiaoyu shouted.
"Huh? Xiaoyu, why aren't you in class?" Hearing Qiao Xiaoyu's call, Zhou Hong looked over.
However, Qiao Xiaoyu didn't say anything. She rushed to Zhou Hong's side and suddenly threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly as if to comfort him.
Zhou Hong was utterly bewildered. What was Qiao Xiaoyu doing with such affection?
"Xiaoyu, you...?"
"Zhou Hong, it's no big deal. If you can't block one move, then you can't. You're already more capable than countless others," Qiao Xiaoyu said, comforting him.
"What the hell?" Zhou Hong looked confused.
"No wonder you missed class today. You came here to mope alone. It's okay, I'll always support you. You're the most amazing in my heart."
"I...!" Just as Zhou Hong was about to say something, Qiao Xiaoyu suddenly looked up and, without warning, leaned in and kissed him.
"Ah." Zhou Hong was shocked. Qiao Xiaoyu had taken the initiative to kiss him forcefully. What was going on?
However, with such sweet lips offering themselves, Zhou Hong didn't bother to ask anymore. He might as well enjoy the moment.
Zhou Hong reciprocated, holding Qiao Xiaoyu tightly. Standing on the sports field, as if no one else were around, they kissed passionately.
It was only after a minute or two that their lips separated.
Qiao Xiaoyu bashfully lowered her head, blushing. She didn't know where she got the courage to initiate the kiss. Perhaps seeing Zhou Hong's distress, she wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to say, so she kissed him as a different way to offer comfort and let him feel her support.
"Hehehe, Xiaoyu, you just kissed me forcefully. I kissed you forcefully once before, and now you've kissed me forcefully once. We're even," Zhou Hong chuckled.
Qiao Xiaoyu shyly glared at Zhou Hong and asked softly, "Are you still feeling upset now?"
"I was never upset. By the way, what were you saying earlier?" Zhou Hong finally asked, confused.
"Weren't you upset and weeping alone on the field because you couldn't block even one move from Qian Jie in your match?"
"What the hell? Who said that?" Zhou Hong said indignantly.
"Someone filmed it and posted it on the forum. The classmates in the classroom were discussing it, so I rushed over to comfort you."
Zhou Hong angrily exclaimed, "Who is so bored? Which eye of theirs saw me crying?"
"Alright, alright. It's good that you're not upset." Qiao Xiaoyu gave Zhou Hong a chiding look. She assumed Zhou Hong was too proud to admit it. After all, in the video, Zhou Hong's dejected expression was clearly visible to everyone. It was impossible for such an expression to appear for no reason.
"Damn it." Zhou Hong seemed to understand. He had that expression earlier because he was homesick, and now, no matter what he said, it would be useless.
Zhou Hong couldn't be bothered to explain anymore, finding it rather amusing. Qian Jie, that trash, was he really worthy of Zhou Hong coming to weep alone here?
"Let's go back to the classroom. Don't think about anything else," Qiao Xiaoyu said, holding Zhou Hong's hand.
"Let's not go back. Let's just be here on the field, hand in hand, and have a romantic moment."
"Mhm." Qiao Xiaoyu nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed, a sense of sweetness filling her heart.