Unlike the overly broad-based questions raised by the two publicly-funded students from Jiuyou College, the questions raised by the Alpha College students are much more specific - but these questions are also very sharp.
For example, Andrew asked "whether the 1862 Emancipation of Goblins Proclamation reduced the productivity level of the wizarding world", and a boy named Julian asked "How did different wizarding factions such as radicals, conservatives, and diehards face dimensions in the first half of the 19th century?"
The Rise of the School'.
Anyone with some basic knowledge of history knows that the enslavement of goblins by wizards in the 18th and 19th centuries is one of the few black histories in the history of magic, and the rise of the Dimensional School has completely disrupted some wizarding schools that have been passed down for thousands of years.
The foundation.
Although the wizarding world does not restrict the study of related history and theory, taboos are very common in daily life.
Many young wizards are very interested in these dark histories, but due to limited abilities, very few can understand the meaning between the lines in history books.
Hearing someone ask this kind of question, the students who were originally a little groggy tried to cheer up and looked forward to Mr. Sima's answer.
Regarding Andrew's question, Mr. Sima gave a conclusion of 'no', and gently suggested that he check the 'Century Wizard Productivity Yearbook (1800-1900)', clean the relevant data, make a table and submit it before the next class.
Hand it in as his extracurricular homework.
Regarding the second question, Mr. Sima made a long list of books for Julian, including "Confessions", "Memoirs of St. Ellen's Island" and a large number of works written by many great wizards who were impacted by dimensional thinking at that time, and studied them
thoughts and behaviors, and encouraged this alpha boy to complete a 30,000-word paper on this topic in the next semester.
Thanks to these students' "testing the law", other students have become much more well-behaved.
The questions they asked also became very simple.
For example, Jiang Yu asked, "Is it true that I left Hangu Pass in the west?" Downton was very interested in "the mystery of the life and death of Xizi, the moon girl." People with very strong eyesight like Fatty Xin naturally followed the teacher's instructions.
Meaning, asking the question "Is Su Daji still alive?"
It seemed that when a student finally asked about this topic, Mr. Sima's originally reserved smile became much brighter.
Even after Fatty Xin expressed that he had benefited a lot, Miss Sima generously rewarded Fatty with a credit point on the grounds that she 'encouraged this positive attitude towards learning'.
This incident made Fatty Xin's proud smile hang on his face for the whole noon.
"If you continue to laugh, your fat face will have eighteen folds!" Zheng Qing said with bitter contempt after class: "Isn't it just a credit... I feel like you are about to fly."
It was so pitiful that he didn't realize how much Su Daji's life and death issue could reflect Fatty Fatty's positive attitude towards learning.
"Jealousy, Hong Guoguo's jealousy." Fatty Xin shook his stubby fingers and shook his head repeatedly: "Speaking of flying, I think Xiao Xiao has a higher chance of flying... Of course, there is a chance that he will be beaten away."
Hearing this, Zheng Qing couldn't help but turn around and glanced at Xiao Xiao with concern.
This special admissions student from the First University, who is not tall, likes to wear a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and often holds a thick notebook, did something shocking in the history class that just ended.
It was near the end of get out of class.
Almost everyone in the classroom has already asked questions.
Xiao Xiao was the last student to stand up.
"Xiao Xiao." Teacher Sima turned over the roster in his hand, with an encouraging smile on his face: "This year's special admissions of the First University... I have long admired your name. I wonder what outstanding questions you have brought to everyone.
?”
"I have a question that I have been thinking about for a long time, but I have never had an accurate answer." Xiao Xiao stood up slowly, pushed up his glasses, put his hands on the table, and sounded very firm: "So I want to ask Teacher Sima here.
Making sure."
And Dr. Xiao Da doesn’t know anything!
Zheng Qing turned his head with interest and looked at the short boy next to him.
As a master who usually answers everyone's questions, Xiao Xiao seems to know everything. Even if there are some questions that he doesn't give accurate answers on the spot, he will go into the library and try his best to find detailed explanations.
Because he answered so many questions, the classmates gradually attached the title of 'doctor' to Xiao Xiao.
He who understands the past and present, reviews the past to learn the new, and has extensive knowledge is called a doctor.
Although the school started less than a month ago, Xiao Xiao's nickname spread quickly and was rarely recognized by most people.
Now, this 'doctor' recognized by everyone actually has something he doesn't know about.
His question attracted the attention of most people.
"Tell me about it?" Teacher Sima nodded with interest.
"Dare I ask," Xiao Xiao paused, turned around and looked around, and found that many people were staring at him closely, so he immediately shut up.
Sensing Dr. Xiao's uneasiness, more and more people turned their heads and waited for follow-up questions.
The curious and expectant eyes around him became increasingly dense.
Xiao Xiao remained silent for a few moments, then finally took off his glasses, looked at the podium, and asked loudly: "How old is Mr. Sima? Does he have a husband?"
Zheng Qing was stunned for a long time. He turned his head and looked at Xiao Xiao who had taken off his glasses with a shy and formal expression. He carefully broke down and reorganized everything he just said in his mind, and then looked blankly at the podium, his face gradually changed.
The blushing teacher Sima.
The classroom was quiet, without a sound.
Even the wind outside the window stopped making noise and rested in the warm sunshine.
Only a few seconds passed.
There was an uproar in the class, whistles and cheers could be heard, and the whole floor was excited.
The atmosphere that Professor Sima had previously suppressed by deducting points suddenly broke out, catching her a bit off guard.
Zheng Qing looked at this little guy with admiration, feeling that his figure had never looked so majestic.
"So arrogant, so awesome!" He murmured, banging the table hard along with everyone else.
"Quiet!" Xiao Xiao screamed, but this weak voice was quickly drowned out by the loud cheers of others.
"Don't argue, don't argue, listen to the teacher's answer!"
"Yes, yes, the teacher hasn't answered yet!"
Under the suppression of the gossip atmosphere that was spreading everywhere, the classroom finally became quiet.
Mr. Sima Yangyun came to his senses after a brief embarrassment, and said with a red face, "This is another issue that has little to do with history."
"Sir!" Andrew shouted harshly: "This question is related to the history teacher... so it is related to history!"
Many people cheered loudly.
For the first time, Zheng Qing discovered that the rude young master of the Taylor family was also somewhat quick-witted.
"Moreover, these are two questions, Mr. Xiao," Mr. Sima banged the desk hard, trying to contain the atmosphere that was boiling again: "I only agreed to answer one question from you before."
"Doctor! Choose one quickly!" The noise sounded again.
"Choose the second one!"
"Xiao Xiao!!! Choose the first one!"
"Choose one! Choose one!" The cheers of the students gathered into a raging wave, forcibly destroying any obstacles blocking the way.
"Then, choose the second question," Xiao Xiao asked dryly: "Do you have a husband, sir?"
"Not yet." Teacher Sima answered with a smile, knocked on the table, and quickly arranged: "That's it for today's class, see you next week!"
With that said, this lady, who had always been elegant and calm, ran away holding the handout.
I didn’t even have time to assign homework after class.
The atmosphere in the entire classroom exploded, gradually converging into two words:
"Xiao Xiao!"
"Xiao Xiao!"
"Xiao Xiao!"
Zheng Qing shouted with great vigor in a crowd of people.
