Rogers' voice was melodious, and the evening breeze swept through the heartstrings of everyone on the staircase.

When his voice died down, there was silence, as if time had frozen at this moment, and the listeners were as calm as a lake, their thoughts still sinking into Rogers's words, drifting with their imagination.

After a long time, an incomparably powerful applause sounded, and thunderous exclamations and applause immediately erupted, and many people stood up excitedly and cast their eyes in amazement and admiration.

They only felt that the young man's eyes shone with bright sparks, as if he was hiding the wisdom of a whole world.

There are also several reporters who are mixed in with it, constantly taking notes or sketching and tracing.

The sunset and the hustle and bustle continue to emphasize to them, and the sight in front of them may be the most important witness of their careers.

Rogers looked up at the sky and felt that he seemed a little hi, after all, there was more than just this speech.

He pressed down with his hands, asked the audience to be quiet, cleared his throat slightly, and continued to speak:

"Next I need to finish the lecture of St. Herte as a lecturer in front of my mentor.

"As the instructors and professors were also at the meeting, I would like to share my views on education and hope to help the visitors to teach the apprentices more effectively.

"Just like to observe the mountains, we need to go to the plains, and to observe the plains, we need to climb the mountains.

"So the one who understands the apprentice should be the mentor, and I want to know the mentor from the perspective of the apprentice.

Therefore, I would like to make it clear that once we know a certain knowledge, we cannot imagine what it would be like when we do not know it, which I call the curse of knowledge.

"When a teacher teaches an apprentice, he must not be able to avoid this problem, but he often fails to discover this problem......"

The last speech had the elements that would have made the royal family scramble over time, but this one, Rogers only needs to prove himself a little, and he doesn't need to be as serious as before.

Therefore, he went from the psychology of the mentor to the psychology of the apprentice, and then to how to describe consciousness, study consciousness, cognitive consciousness and other messy things.

It also specifically talks about what is the "subconscious", as well as the various research priorities and methods used to analyze psychology in some of the more famous psychoanalytic and psychological schools in the previous life.

However, as in the past, his discourse is only full of directions, and does not reveal actual systemic theories, except for a few fragmentary and groundless broken concepts and conjectures.

But even so, it was enough to make the crowd in the audience more and more jaw-dropping.

"The potential of our minds is endless, but I rarely see a manual that really teaches how to recognize and use it from a naïve perspective, other than spiritual magic, and I hope that in the future there will be a new research that will rise to this pillar."

The remnant sun completely dissipated, the dark sky dispelled the afterglow, and in this boundless background, the stars began to reveal their own brilliance and silence.

A young journalist with a scattered brown color has long forgotten the record, and his imagination of the material world has swam into the vast ocean of spirit and consciousness, so that he only wants to work harder to absorb the inspiration and wisdom of the words at the moment.

When Rogers showed the gesture of finishing his speech, he couldn't wait to ask aloud:

"Hello! My name is Walker! I would like to ask you, what is it that makes you so intellectually capable at this age? Showing the endowment of a sage? ”

Walker's abruptness caused all his peers to look at him with disgust, and many of the people around him frowned, but everyone remained quiet, looking forward to the answer to the question.

Rogers slightly touched his monocle, and a famous quote from Socrates came to his mind, and he replied with a smile:

"Let's get engaged! If you meet a good fiancée, you will be happy; If you meet a grumpy fiancée, then you will also be awarded the possibility of becoming a sage. ”

Everyone was stunned at first when they heard this ridiculous answer, and then many people let out a long-lasting laugh.

Then Rutgers answered or discussed many people's doubts about the content of the speech.

It wasn't until the starlight grew stronger that he felt his wailing belly and went back to his cabin.

……

The sunset speech became the title of Rogers' speech to many people from all walks of life that day, and his outstretched arms and the figure of the setting sun were also distributed throughout the empire with many newspapers and periodicals leaving the factory.

This was followed by a wave called the Dawn Movement.

Countless scholars and inventors rushed to Rogers' grand blueprint, and the squires closest to the bottom, after smelling the great benefits that might exist, also showed their kindness and generosity, and began to invest extensively in invention experiments, further pushing the movement to a climax.

But then there was widespread criticism, with many conservatives bluntly saying that Rogers Breed was a big demon who was messing with the world's otherwise peaceful lives.

Especially when the idea of separating cotton from a drum with blades was realized, a large number of craftsmen involved in the trade lost their jobs, and the situation was far more drastic than the progress of the gear structure.

Instead of discussing the benefits of the whole upheaval, the critics simply clinged to the matter and continued to intensify their vilification and swearing of Rutgers.

However, Rogers's clothing design style is still spreading steadily over time, and it has not been affected by its turmoil in the slightest.

The climate is like a furnace, with scorching heat rolling back and forth, making everything hot and dry.

The sky was blue and cloudless, without a trace of shade, and the scorching heat of the sun shone directly on the earth, scorching every inch of the land.

The scorching summer breeze makes the branches and leaves of the trees on campus sway, as if telling their longing for rain and dew.

In the living room of Rogers's cabin, near the window, there was a large desk with stacks and stacks of books on the table.

Rufia sat at the table, holding the pen in her hand, and she looked at the test questions in front of her, her eyelids fighting uncontrollably, as if she could fall asleep in the next second.

Alina sat beside Rufia, holding the latest newspaper in her hand, her hands clenching the paper as she read, her knuckles slowly turning white, and her grim expression was clearly revealed on her pretty face.

"Grumpy? Sage? Hehe, what a good joke, why didn't I publish it sooner......"

Her teeth clenched together and there was a dull grinding sound that accompanied each word, making every syllable more inaudible.

Many of the feats that Professor St. Hellite longed for would perhaps be sung in the history of the world along with the Sunset Speech, and Alina would be the first to accomplish it.

"Rufia, am I grumpy?"

Trying to calm the pace of her breathing, she slowly closed the newspaper and placed it on the table, asking her friend next to her.

Rufia's drowsy head shook and she tried her best to open her eyes, and when she saw Alina's posture like a precursor to a volcanic eruption, she immediately showed a well-behaved and bright smile, and immediately praised:

"How so! Only those who are not sober in their minds will think that my most gentle and kind Alina is irritable! ”

As she spoke, she looked at the scratches on the test paper from the nap, and weakly reached out to cover them, thinking that Alina was angry about it.

Crunch –

With a large white leaf on his head to block the sun, Rogers pushed open the door and stepped in.

Although it was a day off, he went to a plant cultivation room and cooperated with Idrul to conduct experiments with Idrul despite Idrul's repeated pleas.

It wasn't until he finished talking about the pea master Mendel's insights on the genetics of plant traits that he was able to get rid of Idrull's entanglement.

"Sage-sage, you came back really early, did you have lunch~"

The corners of Alina's lips rose slightly, but there was no smile on her face, and her eyes were fixed on Rogers.

"Hiccup...... I ate a lot of fruits, which is a bit supportive. Rogers closed the door, patted himself on the belly, and walked straight behind the two of them.

He looked at Alina's expression, and then looked at Rufia's weak heart, and skillfully opened his mouth and began to educate:

"Knowledge is power! Alina is forcing her to do your good, are you angry with her again because of your laziness?

"My little princess, Hiccup, you are still young, and in the future, you will definitely appreciate Alina's harsh ...... to you now"

Rufia pursed her mouth at the words, frowned, and raised her hands to cover her ears, looking impatiently rejecting Rogess's seemingly never-ending nagging.

As he spoke, Rogers noticed that something seemed to be wrong, and he saw that Alina's eyes were always on him, and he had no intention of moving away.

Instinct drove him to look at the crumpled newspaper in the corner of the table, he picked off the leaves above his head and put it on the table, and then slowly picked up the newspaper, only to see the head of the newspaper reflected "The Sage or the Demon King?" How Rutgers Bred Made It What It Is Today.

It begins with his simple upbringing, then at large lengths about his fanatical pursuit of the Holy Maiden, and then his oral marriage contract with Alina through the marriage of the two families.

"Technology is revolutionizing again? Will it be put into use so soon? They're all starting to print this kind of stuff, and the newspapers of the past wouldn't have used their precious pages for such jokes. ”

Rogers scratched his chin and flipped the page to see the chapter written by Malacombe.

"The Great Sage Who Grew Up in Bullying, Why Does Rogus Breed Have Such a Deep Imagination About Psychology"

It details Malacombe's experiences at St. Herte, and depicts how the first-graders denigrated Rogess.

It is speculated that Rogers may have been traumatized by the bad treatment of the students, and then he thought about the problem of spirit and consciousness.

"Jokes?" Alina asked in a calm voice as she looked at Rogers' attentive expression.

Rogers put down the newspaper in his hand, put the white leaves back on top of his head, and said calmly, "Professor Idrull's experiment may still be problematic, I need to go back and help him correct it." ”

"Wait a minute, in a few days, the Gate of St. Herte will open the trial in advance, to test which students have the ability to be promoted to silver now, and those who perform well may also enjoy the ceremony of laying the foundation person." With that, Alina took a letter from the sleeve pocket of her uniform and handed it to Rogers.

"Time flies so fast, we've been enrolled for so long in a blink of an eye." Rogers answered, reaching for the letter.

The promotion of black iron to bronze is basically no threshold for students who can be selected for St. Herthe, and similarly, it is not difficult for bronze to be promoted to silver, what they lack is only the deposition of strength.

Rogers remembers that in the plot of the House Line, one year after the Holy Maiden entered the school, nearly fifty students in the same grade would be promoted to silver.

However, unlike Bronze, the Silver rank will clearly divide the grade difference between the primary, intermediate and advanced levels according to various indicators, and the difficulty of each level will increase several times, far exceeding that of Bronze to Silver.

As for the gold level, it's a more distant thing.

Taking advantage of this trial in front of the door, maybe you can find a way to let Alice also get the [Enlightenment Bonus] in advance.

Rogers pondered as he looked down at the bright red lacquer on the letter in his hand, the mark of which was not a regular coat of arms or round emblem, but a rough mountain eagle head.

Tearing open the edge of the cover and taking out the letter, his expression gradually became strange as he read it.

The messenger was Arkan, the young patriarch of the Santan tribe, who wanted to engage him in a traditional tribal cavalry fight, with the rule that each side lead a hundred cavalry to capture the flag, and that the cavalry under his command should not exceed the rank of bronze.

If Arkan fails, he promises that the Santans will never set foot in the green valley again; If he wins, he won't ask Rogers for any bets.

"They should have noticed that although your words during the negotiation were not false, they were not too true, and they were a little annoyed and angry when they were teased and delayed for so long.

"That Arkan should be at the Silver Level, it's strange, is this the nomadic way of thinking? Or is there something else behind it. ”

Rogers handed the letter to Alina, wondering if he could get the other to raise the number of cavalry to six hundred and sixty-six.

Alina took the letter and glanced at it casually and put it aside, her tone becoming colder as she watched Rogers prepare to leave, "Do you think I'm irritable?" ”

[Alina Devin will use the Prophetic Bonus to judge you between reality and fiction, and your next words will be judged.] 】

She looked at Rogers for a moment's pause, and then added, "Just answer yes or no, don't beat around the bush, and don't half-truth."

"Otherwise, you'll see what it means to be truly grumpy."

[Ignorance bonus is passively triggered, please choose whether to pass the judgment or not.] 】

The second message popped up, and runes representing speed, agility, and amplification suddenly lit up around Rogus, and he rushed to the door, disappearing into the room in the blink of an eye.

Rufia watched as Alina chased after her, then craned her neck and watched through the window as Rogus was thrown to the grass, a gloating expression blooming on her cheeks as she whispered, "Let you discipline me." ”

Soon after she withdrew her gaze, she let out another long yawn and lifted her white palm to support her chin with her wrist.

As if induced by the tiredness of summer and the sound of cicadas outside the house, gradually, her eyelids became heavy again, her face showed sleepiness, and with her eyes closed, she finally entered a peaceful sleep.

(End of chapter)