Hunting College

"One second of history can move you, a hundred years of history will make you feel heavy, and 10,000 years of history will make you feel shocked."

Zheng Qing repeated this sentence, and countless images and fragments appeared in his mind, and his whole body trembled because of the vicissitudes of life revealed between the words and sentences.

The classroom is quiet.

The elves sitting upright on the blackboard are like sculptures, silent.

There are no clouds in the sky.

The sunlight in early autumn was a bit dazzling, and through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, it looked a little white and far away.

Many people are immersed in this elegant and timeless mood.

More people recorded the teacher's words on the front page of the history textbook as a reminder.

Xiao Xiao's body was straight. He grasped the brush in one hand and pressed the other hand on his notebook, taking notes very hard, as if he wanted to squeeze the whole person into the notebook.

In front of Zheng Qing, there is a heavy "Great History·World Modern History" spread out.

He held his breath and looked attentively, trying to grasp every word Mr. Sima said in the opening remarks.

Yes, Mr. Sima.

Strictly speaking, apart from Mr. Wu, this is the second teacher who asked Zheng Qing to call him "Mr.".

Although Sima Yangyun looked very young and not much older than the students sitting in the classroom; she made a request to all the students in the first history class.

"I am not a professor at the school."

"So if you want to show respect for history, you can call me'Mr. Sima'."

"This is not a mandatory requirement... I will not lower your final comments because of this."

At that time, the students burst into laughter at Sima Yangyun's slightly playful remark. The boys laughed particularly loudly, seeming to express their praise to the beautiful woman on the podium.

At that time, many people's superficial knowledge of history was limited to a general class, with a beautiful woman as a teacher.

From the second class, Zheng Qing had a completely different understanding of this'female gentleman'.

In that class, Sima Yangyun focused on the relationship between magic and history.

"In history class, I will use magic to lead you to feel the heaviness and vicissitudes of history."

"Under certain conditions, using some magic skills, we can walk the long river of time. Let everyone feel history for themselves."

"This is the'study' magic."

"Of course, this kind of magic does not allow you to walk through the long river of history...that is the field that the great beings above the Great Wizard will step into...The study of magic can only allow you to see through a limited perspective that part of the world has actually happened. Past things."

"So in my class, it will involve your knowledge of divination, magic inscriptions, spells, talisman, formations and other subjects. To sum it up in one sentence-without a good foundation, it is difficult for you to learn the real Historical knowledge."

At that time, Zheng Qing was worried about this summary.

Although the college life in the past two weeks has given him a little more confidence in his future academic career, it does not mean that he has the confidence to be confident.

After all, his magical foundation is definitely not ‘good’.

But Mr. Sima's next words gave him a lot of comfort.

"But a solid foundation in magic does not mean that you can accurately understand the world... a poor foundation in magic does not mean that you have no knowledge of reality."

"The real history cannot be accurately summarized in a few words."

"In my class, you won't get a rigid history, and you won't know the truth of history."

"But through exploration, you will get the history that suits you best, and the history that you can understand."

"Close your eyes now and pretend you don't know anything."

"Then ask yourself, how much do you know about our world? What do you want to know?"

"Open your eyes. Open the book in front of you, the part you can understand is in it. The part you don't understand is also in it."

"Learning to study the truth in history books is your biggest gain in history class."

"It's the most beautiful thing in the world to explore the fragments of time spent in wording and making sentences."

"You have to perceive the unknown truth of history through the vague fog, and get your own history."

Having said that, Mr. Sima showed a mysterious smile, which made everyone yearn for the mystery she mentioned.

"I always feel that I came to the wrong classroom." Zheng Qing whispered to Xiao Xiao at the time: "This class feels more like a fortune-telling class... rather than history."

"One has happened, and the other hasn't happened yet." Xiao Xiao stared at the teacher on the podium with burning eyes, with a hollow voice: "The only fact is that...they are all unknown."

History has happened, how can it be unknown?

Zheng Qing was puzzled.

...

Today is the third history class.

On the podium, Mr. Sima's opening remarks have ended.

"I spent three lessons to lay the foundation for you to learn history."

"I hope these times are not wasted."

"Now, according to the previous course plan, I allow you to ask me a question before you walk into the long river of history."

"But in the future, your schoolwork must meet the requirements I put forward to you in these three classes: you have to find all the truth yourself."

After speaking, Mr. Sima shared the handouts in his hands, holding his arms, and pacing slowly back and forth on the podium.

The freshmen under the podium were silent.

No one got up and raised their own questions first.

Mr. Sima didn't seem surprised, he was still quiet, walking back and forth step by step.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The slightly heavy footsteps echoed in the empty and silent classroom, making Zheng Qing a little upset.

He pulled out a small note from "The Great History."

It was written about a question he had thought hard in the last few days.

"Where did the wizard come from."

He hesitated, whether to be the first to ask the question.

The atmosphere in the classroom was about to move, and many people seemed to linger between getting up and waiting.

Boys are afraid that their problems will affect their image in the eyes of beautiful teachers; girls are more reserved.

Before Zheng Qing hesitated, a thin figure had stood up.

It's Liu Feifei.

The whole classroom seemed to be relieved.

Taking the chief student of Jiuyou Academy as the first questioner was neither abrupt nor disrespectful.

"Hello, sir," Liu Feifei first bowed slightly to express her respect to the teacher.

Mr. Sima nodded gently ~www.readwn.com~My question is about the concealment of the wizarding world," Liu Feifei paused, and plucked up the courage to finish his question: "Why don't the wizards share their magic skills with the white Dings? ? Some advanced skills may not be understood by them, but this does not prevent them from learning... Today's Bai Ding society is a very open and prosperous society. With proper guidance, we may be able to coexist peacefully. "

"Idiot, who would live peacefully with their own food." Not far away, a white-robed wizard gave out a short, harsh laugh.

It's Andrew, the young werewolf of the Taylor family.

Liu Feifei's face flushed.

"Student Andrew deducts one credit. Please pay attention to class discipline. Don't interrupt when other people are talking, and don't make discriminatory remarks in my class."

Mr. Sima's tone was still gentle, but the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense.

Andrew pouted his mouth and showed a nonchalant expression.