Monster Hunting High School

“One second of history can move you, a hundred years of history can make you feel heavy, and ten thousand years of history can shock you.”

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

The classroom was quiet.

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

There are no clouds in the sky.

The sunshine in early autumn is a bit dazzling. Through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, it looks a bit white and a bit distant.

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

More people recorded the teacher's words on the title page of history textbooks as a warning.

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

In front of Zheng Qing was spread out the heavy "Big History·World Modern and Modern History".

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

Yes, Mr. Sima.

Strictly speaking, apart from Mr. Wu, this was 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 school."

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

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

At that time, the students burst into laughter because of Sima Yang Yun's slightly playful words. The boys laughed especially loudly, as if they were using this to express 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 course with a beautiful woman as the 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 weight and vicissitudes of history."

"Under certain conditions and using some magic techniques, we can walk through the long river of time. Let everyone understand history for themselves."

"This is 'study' magic."

"Of course, this type of magic does not allow you to truly walk through history... That is a field that only great beings above the Grand Wizard can get involved in... Research magic can only allow you to peek into part of the world that really happened in the past through a limited perspective. past things.”

"Therefore, in my class, your knowledge of divination, magic texts, spells, talismans, formations and other subjects will be involved. To sum it up in one sentence - without a good foundation, it will be difficult for you to learn real knowledge. historical knowledge.”

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

Although the past two weeks of college life have given him a little more confidence in his future academic career, this does not mean that he has the confidence to do so.

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 does not mean that you can accurately understand the world... A poor foundation in magic does not mean that you know nothing about reality."

"Real history cannot be accurately summarized in a few words."

“In my class, you don’t get rigid history, and you don’t get the truth about history.”

"But through exploration, you will get the history that is most suitable for you and the history that you can understand according to your ability."

"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 your biggest gain in history class."

"To explore the remaining fragments of time between choosing words and sentences is the most wonderful thing in the world."

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

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 once complained to Xiao Xiao in a low voice at the time: "This class feels more like a divination class to me... than history."

"One has already happened, and the other has not happened yet." Xiao Xiao stared at the teacher on the podium with burning eyes, and his voice was a little hollow: "The only fact is... they are all unknown."

History has already happened, how can it be unknown?

Zheng Qing was puzzled.

…

Today is the third period of history class.

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 times are not wasted."

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

"But from now on, your coursework must comply with the requirements I have put forward to you in these three classes: you have to find all the truth by yourself."

After speaking, Mr. Sima closed the handout in his hand, crossed his arms, and slowly paced back and forth on the podium.

The freshmen under the podium were silent.

No one stood up first to ask their own questions.

Mr. Sima didn't seem surprised. He was still quiet and walked back and forth step by step.

"Boom, boom, boom."

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

He pulled out a small note from Big History.

It contained a question that he had pondered over the past few days.

"Where do wizards come from."

He hesitated to be the first to ask the question.

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense, and many people seemed to be hesitating between getting up and waiting.

The boys are afraid that their problems will be bad and affect their image in the mind of the beautiful teacher; the girls are more reserved.

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

It's Liu Feifei.

The whole classroom seemed relieved.

It was neither rude nor rude to have the chief student of Jiuyou College as the first questioner.

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

Mr. Sima nodded lightly.

"My question is about the concealment in the wizarding world," Liu Feifei paused, and then she mustered up the courage to finish her question: "Why don't wizards share their magic skills with the white men? Maybe they don't understand some advanced skills, but This does not prevent them from learning... Today's Baiding society is a very open and prosperous society. If there is proper guidance, we may be able to coexist peacefully. "

"Idiot, who can live in peace with his own food." Not far away, a wizard in white robes let out a short, harsh laugh.

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

Liu Feifei's face turned red.

"One credit will be deducted from Andrew. Please pay attention to classroom discipline. Do not interrupt when others are talking, and do not make discriminatory remarks in my class."

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

Andrew curled his lips, showing a nonchalant expression.