Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

A total of eight parents took the stage to speak.

The last one is speaking now.

"The items I brought here today are not authentic. They are replicas that I brought here to help you understand my profession more clearly and intuitively."

"Authentic ancient burial objects are generally made of precious materials like gold and silver. Some tribes and nobles also produce large quantities of ivory products. However, almost without exception, the craftsmanship of these burial objects is extremely complex..."

The auditorium, which can seat one to two thousand people, was now packed.

Sakura's father, Fujitaka Kinomoto, began to explain the replicas in front of him in front of everyone on the stage.

I have to say that Fujitaka is worthy of being a teacher for so many years. Each of these items seems to come alive in his mouth, vivid and imaginative. It is fascinating and makes Tomoyo remember the more interesting things in her mind.

I don’t know if it was Wang Changsheng’s illusion, but whether in his previous life or this life, he felt that every history teacher was very attractive when teaching.

He may not be very interested in other subjects, but history class is different, he loves it very much.

The person who impressed him most was one of his history teachers.

He is short and speaks in a cool and reserved manner.

When giving lectures, he liked to bring a stool, put one foot on it, and explain China's past history to them in a confident and confident manner.

By the way, this teacher is a female teacher.

It was strange that all his previous history teachers were women.

This time, Kinomoto acted as a male teacher and told him other historical stories.

"So everyone wonders, how was such a huge pyramid, disproportionate to the workforce at the time, completed?"

At this time, Sakura's father was standing on the stage. He looked very confident, calm and elegant.

He was holding a pyramid model in his palm, and then he explained the history and stories of the pyramid to thousands of people in the audience with a smile on his face.

"Speaking of the largest pyramid in existence, it seems to be the Pyramid of Khufu at Giza. It's estimated to have taken about forty years to build, or even longer."

"It's said that this pyramid used over 2.7 million stones. Given such a massive number, we can easily infer that King Kufu must have been incredibly powerful at the time..."

Fujitaka's voice echoed throughout the entire auditorium through the microphone, but it did not sound harsh or noisy. Instead, it was gentle and very comfortable to listen to.

Pyramids are not something that can be found here, and most people don't know about them, not to mention that many of the people present are elementary school students, so they were quite interested in hearing him talk about this strange and bizarre thing.

"Sakura, your dad seems so awesome!"

offstage.

Wang Changsheng sat with Xiaoying and Tomoyo.

Sakura was between the two.

On the left is Wang Changsheng, and on the right is Zhishi.

The place where they sat was in the center of the entire hall.

Listening to Fujitaka on the stage, full of confidence, talking to everyone, Tomoyo couldn't help but lean towards Sakura's ear, covering her mouth with one hand, and continued to praise him.

"It's okay~" Sakura said with a smile on her face. Although her words sounded a bit humble, she still seemed very proud of her father.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

At this moment, a bell rang throughout the campus.

This also means that it's time for the lunch break.

Fujitaka was just reaching a crucial moment and was about to continue, but was interrupted.

He also came to his senses and realized that this was not his school, and he would not forcibly occupy the rest time of so many people.

But his expression looked a little confused.

"Don't I remember there are still ten minutes left? Did I remember the time wrong?"

Fujitaka raised his left hand and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

According to the time above, it was indeed noon and time to go home from school.

"I'm sorry that I haven't finished my talk, but it's indeed time. I won't disturb you all from your rest. Thank you very much for listening to my explanation." Fujitaka bowed to everyone in the audience, and then began to put away the various items and props on his desk.

The people in the audience were basically all primary school students. The meeting with parents in attendance had already been held in the early morning. The people in the auditorium were basically students who were listening to the speeches of outstanding parents, as well as a small number of parents who had nothing to do.

After all, for most students' parents who are office workers, it is not easy for them to rush to school even in the morning.

It is even more impossible to spend a whole day here. Not many parents are willing to take leave, and the school will naturally not force it.

Just like Wang Changsheng, he didn't bring any parents with him.

"Thank you, Mr. Kinomoto. I've heard a lot about you. Thank you very much for coming to our school to share your work experience."

Everyone in the audience stood up.

Several school leaders walked up to the side of the stage and greeted Fujitaka politely.

Suddenly, there was a burst of loud applause behind Wang Changsheng.

Soon, many people were inspired and started to applaud. For a moment, the entire auditorium was filled with thunderous applause.

Wang Changsheng looked back.

He discovered that the first person to applaud seemed to be the little wolf sitting behind him.

This guy seems to be quite interested in history.

The admiration on his face seemed to be overflowing.

Those brown amber eyes sparkled with a strange luster.

He was now standing on the bench, clapping his hands together. The sound was so loud that it hurt Wang Changsheng just watching it.

He clapped so loudly that even the people around him could hardly drown out his applause.

While the school leaders were greeting Fujitaka, the people in the audience applauded and left.

The little wolf seemed to have found an opportunity. After all the leaders left, he quickly ran over and came in front of Tenglong.

"Hello, I would like to ask you a question!"

Seeing the little wolf running up to him excitedly, Fujitaka naturally smiled slightly and said gently, "Of course, little friend, what do you want to ask?"

Little Wolf asked excitedly, "Do you think the Pharaoh's curse is real?"

"A curse?" Upon hearing this, Fujitaka was stunned at first, then he narrowed his eyes slightly and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, yes!" The little wolf nodded repeatedly.

He was born into a Taoist family in Hong Kong, China.

He was quite familiar with the legends there, but not much about the pyramids. Fujitaka's explanation just now completely piqued his interest.

Especially about the symbolism and significance of the pyramids, as well as curses, eternal life and the like.

Each of these words can arouse his curiosity.

Fujitaka lowered his head and looked into Xiaolang's brown eyes. He then smiled softly and shook his head: "I can't give you a definite answer to this kind of thing."

"But didn't you just say that anyone who entered the pyramids and attempted to rob the pharaoh's tomb was cursed? It's precisely because they were afflicted by the pharaoh's curse that each of them met such a tragic end. Almost no one could survive to old age, and even those who did would suffer an ominous fate."

After patiently listening to the excited child's question, Fujitaka gently explained, "Little friend, first of all, you have to understand that not all pyramids are tombs."

Hearing this, Little Wolf blinked: "But aren't the pyramids the coffins that the Pharaohs built for themselves?"

"Yes." Fujitaka nodded.

The little wolf was even more confused after hearing this.

How can you say yes and no?

Is that true?

As if he could see Xiaolang's confusion, Fujitaka didn't keep him in suspense. Instead, he explained directly, "The tombs of the pharaohs are pyramids, but pyramids are not necessarily the tombs of the pharaohs. It is said that every ancient Egyptian king built at least five pyramids for himself."

"Ah? Five...five seats?" The little wolf was stunned.

Good guy.

These Egyptian kings were even more extravagant and wasteful than their Chinese ancestors.

It takes 2.7 million pieces of stone to build a pyramid.

Those five would cost tens of millions.

Where did they get so many stones?

"Do you find it strange that a king would build five tombs?" Looking at Xiaolang's conflicted expression, Fujitaka couldn't help laughing.

"In fact, among these five, only one will be chosen by the Pharaoh as his true burial place. The others are just decoys."

He explained to Little Wolf, "The Egyptian king was very meticulous. He buried his true coffin deep inside one of the pyramids. The other four pyramids were heavily rigged with traps. The entire pyramid was a powerful weapon, designed to attack anyone who tried to break in, and he would spare no effort to eliminate them."

"Because in the eyes of the Egyptian king, anyone who tries to enter the pyramid after his death is a blasphemy to him."

"Finding the true pharaoh's tomb is difficult in itself, and with so many traps and even a terrifying virus at the time, it's the origin of the legend that anyone entering the pyramid will suffer misfortune."

Chapter 258 Shark Bee: Those with the surname Wang are not human

"So this is ah."

Little Wolf nodded, a look of understanding: "Another big fuss and waste of money just for one person."

Seeing that he didn't seem particularly surprised, Fujitaka became interested: "Have you ever come across this history before?"

Hearing this, Little Wolf shook his head slightly. "I don't know much about the history of the pyramids, but in our China, ancient emperors also built their own tombs. However, they didn't build more than five pyramids like the Egyptian kings to obscure the view."

"So you are from China."

When Fujitsuka heard Xiaolang say that he was Chinese, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and the smile on his lips became more sincere.

"Some of my good friends are also Chinese, and Chinese history is also very worth studying."

Syaoran nodded in agreement, "Yes, I do enjoy studying our history."

"It seems we are kindred spirits." Fujitaka smiled gently. "Since you also enjoy studying history, you can come to my house when you have time to take a look at my collection of antiques. Besides some small items unearthed from the pyramids, I also have a number of antiques, calligraphy and paintings given to me by my Chinese friends."

Hearing this, Xiaolang's amber-like brown eyes suddenly lit up: "Can I really visit your home?"

"Of course, I was the one who invited you." Fujitaka gently rubbed the little boy's head in front of him with a gentle tone.

Wang Changsheng had already noticed him when the little wolf ran in front of Teng Long.

He thought Syaoran wanted to talk to Sakura's father about something, but he turned out to be asking about the history of the pyramids...

This child really loves learning.

"Thank you. I will definitely visit your home when I have the chance in the future."

The little wolf was a little excited.

At home, he is a person who particularly likes to study history.

After coming here, I have been focusing on searching for the Clow Cards and haven't done much of what I like to do.

He is very excited to have the opportunity to have a doctoral student and professor of archaeology, a person of this level, explain the history of foreign countries and even China to him.

He clenched his fists excitedly, raised them above his head, cheered and jumped, and looked...

There are a few...

Lively.

Wang Changsheng said that the little wolf is... quite cute.

There was a clear stupidity in his eyes.

Just as Xiaolang was dancing with joy, he turned sideways and saw Wang Changsheng, Xiaoying and the other two standing not far behind him.

For a moment, the little wolf's movements became stiff. He silently lowered his arms that were raised above his head. Then, after looking at Wang Changsheng for two seconds, he turned his head stiffly and looked at the empty place on the other side.

But Wang Changsheng vaguely saw wisps of smoke rising from above his head...

Although the little wolf had its back to them at this time.

But Wang Changsheng was sure that Xiaolang was definitely embarrassed.

Even without looking, Wang Changsheng could already picture the little wolf's red face in his mind.

After all, his movements just now were indeed a bit exaggerated. If you didn't know, you would think he was just doing a tap dance on the spot.