If it comes to these places, and there are so few people in the Imperial History Department, and the Imperial History Department exams are so difficult, is there any trouble in this?

Could it be that there is a powerful person in WA College who is secretly manipulating all this behind the scenes?

He used various methods to limit the number of people in the Imperial History Department, and even left the Imperial History Department unattended, just to tamper with the books of the Imperial History Department?

Feng Zhiyi thought at this time that it would take many years to complete the tampering with so many books, and the Imperial History Department had been unread for ten years, was it during this time that these books were revised one by one?

Thinking of this, Feng Zhiyi's mood was a little heavy, what was in those ruins? Is it for some people to be so guarded for themselves, or simply to destroy the records of these ruins and prevent others from occupying them?

I don't know what the wind is, but after reading a book for a day, the wind is also a little tired, and although all kinds of thoughts flash in my head from time to time, I still fall asleep after a while.

..........

Early the next morning, Feng Zhiyi got up and began to walk towards the classroom of the Handong Department of Political Science and Law, and stopped the professor with black-rimmed glasses before the professor could enter the room.

"Hello, may I ask, where can I find a tutor in the history department?" Kazeyuki asked.

The professor with black-rimmed glasses pulled the frame down, glanced at Feng Zhiyi, and wondered, "Are you?" ”

"I'm a student of the Imperial History Department this year, and the wind is too." Feng Zhi also bowed and replied politely.

The black-rimmed professor groaned for a moment, and also thought in his mind, the Department of Imperial History ....... Well...... It seems that there is indeed such a student this year, but I haven't seen it for a long time, and if he hadn't appeared in front of him, he would have forgotten that there was such a person.

So he replied, "Go to the tutor's office in the northern suburbs and go to Professor Arberg." He is the only surviving professor of imperial history at the school. ”

Feng Zhiyi got the news he wanted, and hurriedly said, "Thank you." Then he took his leave.

After a short time, after asking several students, Feng Zhiyi finally found the tutor's office in the northern suburbs.

"Bang bang." Kazenoya stood in the doorway and knocked on the open office door. It also attracted the attention of the mentor inside, and one of the mentors raised his head and glanced at Feng Zhiyi, and then said, "Please come in." ”

Kazenoya walked in, and walked towards the mentor who had just answered him.

Feng Zhiyi leaned over to him and asked, "Hello Professor, may I ask who is Professor Aberg?" "It's rude to stand in the door and ask out loud.

"O Abberg! Let me see. The professor stood up and glanced to the right against the wall, where he saw that the spot was empty. So he turned his head to Feng Zhiyi and said, "Yes." Abegg is not here today, he should be fishing in the western suburbs now, you can find him in the past, usually he is fishing there alone. ”

"Okay, thank you, Professor." Feng Zhiyi saluted respectfully, then turned around, and after asking people, he also came to the lotus pond in the western suburbs.

It is said to be fishing, but in fact Professor Aberg is fishing.

Professor Abberg looked to be a man of seventy or eighty years old, but wearing a vest and shorts, standing in the lotus pond that submerged his knees and groping up and down, but after all, he was old, and it was indeed a bit difficult for Professor Abberg to touch the fish.

What a leisure! Don't fish, go fishing. Intellectuals from the other world are really a little incomprehensible.

Seeing this, Feng Zhiya shook his head, then walked over, stood on the bank of the lotus pond, and asked him, "Is it Professor Aberg, please?" ”

Aberg looked up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, but the mud on the back of his hand had rubbed a mark on his forehead, and his wrinkled face made it a little funny.

When Aberg saw Feng Zhiyi, he said loudly: "What's the matter? I'll just keep fishing. ”

"Professor Aberg, I'm a student in the Imperial History Department this year, and I haven't found a place to take classes after so long since the school started, and I don't have a tutor to take me, you see, what should I do about this?"

"Oh! That's it! Professor Aberg stood in the lotus pond, as if thinking about something. After a while, he replied: "I am the only tutor in the Imperial History Department now, and the rest is gone!" You're in class too! I'll give you full marks in all subjects directly, you can go quickly, the world is big, you can tolerate one, I'm going to fish. ”

"Clams?"

Feng Zhiyi is a little confused now, what is the situation now?

Although Professor Arberg said this, the wind could not just leave, first, it could be a temptation, and second, he had to ask for something from Professor Arberg's mouth.

So Feng Zhiyi stood on the shore and asked Professor Arberg, "Professor, you like to catch fish?" ”

"Love a fart! My wife likes to eat fish soup, but now I can't buy fish outside, and I raise all the fish here by myself, and I catch a few every day and go back to make fish soup for my wife. ”

Hearing this, Feng Zhiyi jumped down from the high platform and landed next to Professor Aberg, suddenly entering the water, but Feng Zhiyi did not make a splash.

Feng Zhiyi copied the wooden barrel that Professor Aberg placed next to him, and when he looked inside, there was only a small carp the length of a human index finger in this wooden barrel, and looking at Professor Aberg's sweating appearance, he should have been groping here for most of the day. That's the only gain.

Professor Aberg looked at Feng Zhiyi's actions and asked, "What are you doing down here?" ”

Kazeyuki didn't answer. As soon as the barrel was emptied, the only small fish in it was poured into the lotus pond.

When Professor Abberg saw this, he exclaimed, "My fish! My fish! ”

He pounced, groping his hands in the murky water, trying to catch the little fish that had been poured into the water by the wind, but the fish that had escaped had long since lost its place!

"My Fish........ My Fish ....... Fish for my wife......... Today...... There is no more fish soup again....... There is no ........ again" Professor Arberg slumped in the lotus pond, as if drained of all his strength, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

Feng Zhiyi comforted, "Professor Arberg, please wait for a moment. ”

Feng Zhiya put his hands into the pond, and the fish swam rapidly in the water, sweeping their tails from time to time, rolling up the soil at the bottom of the pond, making the pool water even more turbid, so as to affect people's vision.