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frowned, stared, and didn't say a word, surrounded by a temperament that could make people involuntarily hold their breath. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was not Abner who did this, but Benjamin Gilbert, a sage who was likely to be his future mentor, who was reading Abner's reading notes and his last job this afternoon.

In Abner's office, where he first met the teacher just a few days ago, Abner was sitting in the same position as that day, and several other male and female classmates were there, each with a cup of black tea in front of him, exuding a curling heat and aroma.

Such gatherings are an unwritten practice in schools. Teachers assign homework and tasks to students on the first day of each week, and at the end of the week, they gather all the students they can gather to listen to their progress and problems, and then point out their problems and shortcomings. On Monday, the assignments and tasks for the new week are decided based on the feedback from the weekend...... And so on once a week, and so on.

And those students who can't come back in time because they have been away from home for a long time - most of them are seniors, can pass on their progress and problems in the form of letters through the Kingdom's administrative system and the military's special 'Griffon Express', so as to get the guidance of the teachers and the next tasks and assignments - of course, the teacher's guidance and assignments will also be passed on in the same way, which is the Kingdom's special preferential treatment for these future flowers.

“...... Well, if judging by your age, this note you wrote is good. ”

In Abner's rather anxious waiting, Benjamin put down the few pieces of paper in his hand, that is, Abner's reading notes, stared at him calmly and unwaveringly, and spoke.

"You can see that you read the book very carefully, and you learned something from it, combined it with your own opinions, and then wrote this reading note. ”

"So, if by general standards, I can give you a very high score, Abner. ”

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Neither Abner himself, nor the other eight onlookers, were shocked by Mr. Benjamin's words—even if his tone remained as unwavering as ever.

However, compared to the others, Abner was slightly less shocked - after all, he was a man in two lives, and he had handled a lot of documents and affairs for his cheap father, and he could be regarded as having experienced (relatively) storms and waves. So he quickly regained his composure and noticed a problem in the teacher's words.

"Teacher means ......"

"Can I see you giving up on that option?"

“...... Yes. Gritting his teeth, Abner made up his mind - the big deal is to be framed, with the thickness of his face that has been repeatedly framed on the Internet, he is still afraid of this trivial matter?

"Okay. Bowing slightly, an imperceptible approving glimpse flashed in the teacher's eyes: "Then I'll say it directly."

This note of yours is fundamentally wrong. ”

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Shocked, very shocked.

I just said that I could give a high score, but how did it turn out to be fundamentally wrong?

Or was he just joking with himself?

Even though he had told himself in his heart to calm down, Abner was almost stunned to hear that the teacher completely denied his results.

"Don't you understand?"

It's not that I don't understand, it's that you change fast, teacher.

Seeing the teacher's immobile and paralyzed face, Abner complained silently in his heart, frowning his brows and nodding suspiciously: "Hmm." ”

"Good. The teacher nodded again, and said something that Abner didn't understand—was it because he didn't hide his thoughts, and this honest behavior was good?

"Well, let me ask you two questions -- and others can also think about these two questions, first: Have armies and religions changed much from thousands of years ago to the present, and what have changed?

Second, from thousands of years ago to the present, has the society we live in changed a lot, and what has changed?"

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the!

Regardless of whether other people think of anything from these two questions, Abner, as a former successor of the Communist Party of China (HX)ism, only thinks of the five big words "developing productive forces".

Could it be that his teacher is still a follower of the horse sect master?

With a wry smile in his heart, Abner thought.

After all, I still underestimated the indigenous people! Long Aotian or something, it was really unrealistic.

"Abner, do you have any ideas?"

The change in his expression was directly visible to Benjamin, so the teacher raised his eyebrows and asked directly—the tone was as flat and threatening as ever.

“...... Teacher, I was wrong. ”

Knowing that he couldn't hide it this time, Abner smiled bitterly again in his heart - he still can't do his acting skills!' 'I am convinced', and replied without words.

"Well, then you know what's right?" the teacher continued.

“...... Probably, you know. Abner continued to smile bitterly in his heart - could this teacher be completely convinced?

"Then tell us what you think. ”

“...... The army and faith alone cannot move society forward. ”

Looking at the teacher with a bitter expression, like a loser, Abner replied.

"Not bad, quite a good view. Benjamin bowed his head approvingly and looked at all the students: "Abner's view does have some merit - an elite and excellent army, united faith, can indeed ensure the survival of a country, or contribute to its expansion. However, the progress of society and the development of mankind cannot be achieved by relying on them.

Thousands of years ago, more than half of the people in the country were slaves who were precarious and worse than dead, and most of the nobles and clergy were a bunch of moths who coveted unearned gains; and now, thousands of years later, how many slaves are there left? How many aristocrats and clergy are there who dare to rest assured that they are greedy for unearned gains? And why?"

Looking at all the students, Sage Benjamin Gilbert asked.

Because people's minds have progressed!

Abner said silently in his heart, and at the same time secretly complained that an impassioned sentence had become unfluctuating in the teacher's mouth, which could be regarded as a kind of talent.

"Because under the teachings of the sages, people understood many truths. ”

The silver-haired, yellow-eyed, fifth-grader named Fanny replied unconfidently—just one step slower than her, and Heyman, who was about to speak, was depressed.

"Well, that's true—a bit of a boast, but it's the minds of our sages, the skills of our magicians, and the blood of our heroes that drive humanity forward.

Abner, do you understand?"

"I see, teacher. ”

"Hmm. Benjamin Gilbert nodded, "Well, you stay—the others can go." ”

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