Hunting High School

"A second of history can move you, a hundred years of history can make you feel heavy, and a history of 10,000 years can shock you."

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

It was very quiet in the classroom.

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

The sky was cloudless.

The sunshine in early autumn is a little dazzling, and through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, it looks a little white and a little far away.

Many people are immersed in this elegant and meaningful artistic conception.

More people recorded the teacher's words on the title page of the history textbook to show their vigilance.

Xiao Xiao's body was straight, he held the brush tightly with one hand, and pressed the other hand on the own notebook, taking notes very hard, as if he wanted to stuff his whole body into the notebook.

In front of Zheng Qing is a heavy volume of "Big History: Modern and Contemporary World History".

He held his breath, focused his expression, and tried his best to grasp every word Mr. Sima said in the opening remarks.

Yes, Mr. Sima.

Strictly speaking, besides Mr. Wu, this is the second teacher who asked Zheng Qing to call him 'Sir'.

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'm 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 matter."

At that time, the students roared with laughter because of Sima Yangyun's slightly witty words, and the boys laughed especially loudly, as if they were expressing their praise for the beautiful woman on the podium.

At that time, many people's superficial understanding of history was limited to the fact that it was a general education course with a beautiful woman as its teacher.

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

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

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

"Under certain conditions and with some magic tricks, we can walk through the long river of time. Let everyone feel the history for themselves."

"This is 'study' magic."

"Of course, this type of magic does not allow you to truly walk through the long river of history...it is a Realm that only great beings above the great wizard set foot in... studying magic can only allow you to peep into part of the world from a limited perspective. past things."

"So in my class, it will involve your knowledge of divination, runes, spells, talismans, formations and other subjects. To sum it up in one sentence - if you don't have a good foundation, it will be difficult for you to learn the real historical knowledge."

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

Although the college life of the past two weeks has given him a little more confidence in his future school career, it does not mean that he has confidence in his chest.

After all, his magic foundation is definitely not 'good'.

But what Mr. Sima said next gave him a lot of comfort.

"But a solid foundation in magic doesn't mean you can accurately understand the world... A poor foundation in magic doesn't mean you don't know anything about reality."

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

"In my class, you don't get a rigid history, and you don't get to know the truth about history."

"But you will get the most suitable history through exploration, and get the history that you can understand."

"Now close your eyes and pretend you don't know anything."

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

"Open your eyes. Open the book in front of you. The parts you can understand are all in it. The parts you don't understand are also in it."

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

"It is the most wonderful thing in this world to explore the remaining fragments of time between words and sentences."

"You have to penetrate the vague fog, perceive the unknown truth of history, and get the history that belongs to you."

Speaking of this, Mr. Sima showed a mysterious smile, making everyone yearn for the mystery she mentioned.

"I always feel like I'm in the wrong classroom." Zheng Qing whispered to Xiao Xiao at the time: "This class feels more like a divination class to me... rather than history."

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

History has already happened, how could it be unknown?

Zheng Qing couldn't figure it out.

...

Today is the third history lesson.

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

"I use three classes to lay the foundation for you to learn history."

"I hope these hours are not wasted."

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

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

After finishing speaking, Mr. Sima closed the handout, folded his arms, and paced back and forth on the podium slowly.

The freshmen under the podium were silent.

No one was the first to rise up and ask the own question.

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

"Boom, boom, boom."

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

He pulled out a little note from The Big History.

It wrote a question that he had thought of a few days ago.

"Where do wizards come from?"

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

The atmosphere in the classroom is about to move, and many people seem to be hovering between getting up and waiting.

Boys are afraid that the problem of owning is not good, which will affect their image in the eyes of beautiful teachers; girls are more reserved.

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Before Zheng Qing could finish hesitating, a thin figure stood up.

It's Liu Feifei.

The whole classroom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

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

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

Mr. Sima nodded slightly.

"My question is about the concealment of the wizarding world." Liu Feifei paused, and then summoned up the courage to finish the own question: "Why don't wizards share their own magic skills with white people? Maybe they don't understand some advanced skills, but that doesn't mean anything." Don't hinder them from studying... The current Baiding society is a very open and prosperous society, if there is proper guidance, we may be able to coexist peacefully."

"Idiot, who will live in peace with own food." Not far away, a wizard in white robe let out a short and piercing laugh.

It was Andrew, the young werewolf of the Taylor family.

Liu Feifei's face flushed red.

"Student Andrew deducted a credit. Please pay attention to classroom discipline. Don't interrupt when others 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 pursed his lips, showing a nonchalant expression.