Unlike the overly macro questions of the two state-funded students at Jiuyou College, the questions raised by the Alpha students are much more specific - but they are also very poignant. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

For example, Andrew asked 'whether the Emancipation Proclamation of 1862 reduced the productivity of the wizarding world', and a boy named Julian asked 'how different wizarding factions, such as radicals, conservatives, and diehards, faced the rise of the Dimension School in the first half of the nineteenth century'.

Anyone with a little bit of historical knowledge 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 Dimension School has completely broken the foundation of some wizarding schools that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Although the wizarding world does not restrict the study of relevant history and theories, taboos are very common in everyday life.

Many young wizards are interested in these dark histories, but they are limited by their abilities, and very few can read between the lines of history books.

Hearing this kind of question asked, the students, who were originally a little groggy, tried to cheer up and looked forward to Mr. Sima's answer.

In response to Andrew's question, Mr. Sima gave a 'no' conclusion and gently advised him to check the 'Centennial Wizard Productivity Yearbook (Bai Ding Calendar 1800-1900)', and at the same time clean the relevant data and make a table to submit before the next class as his homework assignment.

For the second question, Mr. Sima made a long list of books for Julian, including "Confessions", "Memoirs of St. Ellen Island" and a large number of works by many great wizards who were affected by dimensional thinking at the time, studied their thoughts and actions, and encouraged the alpha boy to complete a 30,000-word essay on this topic in the following semester.

With these students' 'example-by-example', the other students are obviously much more well-behaved.

The questions they asked were much simpler.

For example, Jiang Yu asked 'Is it true that Lao Tzu sent a letter to Guguan', Downton was very interested in 'The Mystery of the Life and Death of the Moon Girl Xizi', and Xin Fatzi, a person with very strong eyesight, naturally followed the teacher's meaning and asked the question 'Is Su Daji still alive'.

It seems that when a student finally asks about this topic, Mr. Sima's originally somewhat reserved smile is much brighter.

Even after Xin Fatzi said that he had benefited a lot, Sima Damei did not hesitate to reward Fatzi with a credit, the reason is to "encourage this positive learning attitude".

This incident made Xin Fatzi's smug smile hang for a whole noon.

"If you laugh any more, your fat face will squeeze out eighteen folds!" Zheng Qing said with acid disdain after class: "Isn't it just a credit...... It feels like you're flying. ”

God is pitiful, he doesn't see at all how much Su Daji's life and death problem can reflect the positive learning attitude of the dead fat man.

"Jealousy, jealousy of red fruit. Fat Xin shook his stubby fingers and shook his head again and again: "Speaking of flying, I think Xiao Xiao has a greater probability of flying...... Of course, he is the probability of being beaten up. ”

When Zheng Qing heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao with affection.

This small student who likes to wear a pair of black-rimmed glasses and often holds a thick notebook does a horrific thing in the history class that has just ended.

That's when class is almost over.

Almost everyone in the classroom had already asked questions.

Xiao Xiao was the last student to stand up.

Xiao smiled. Teacher Sima flipped through the roster in his hand, with an encouraging smile on his face: "This year's special enrollment of the first university...... I've admired the Daimyo for a long time, I don't know what excellent problems 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 his glasses, propped his hands on the table, and his tone was very firm: "So I want to confirm with Teacher Sima here." ”

And Dr. Xiao Da doesn't know things!

Zheng Qing turned his head sideways with great interest and looked at the short boy next to him.

As a master who solves everyone's doubts on weekdays, Xiao Xiao seems to know everything. Even if some questions were not answered on the spot, he would go into the library and try to find a detailed explanation.

Because there were so many questions answered, the classmates in the class gradually hung the title of 'doctor' on Xiao Xiao's body.

Knowing the past and the present, reviewing the old and knowing the new, and knowing the knowledge, he is called a doctor.

Although it has been less than a month since the start of school, Xiao Xiao's nickname has spread rapidly and is very rare to be recognized by most people.

Now, this well-known 'doctor' has something he doesn't know.

His question caught the attention of the vast majority of people.

"Tell me about it?" Mr. Sima nodded as he seemed to be interested.

"Dare to ask," Xiao Xiao paused, turned his head to look around, and found that many people were staring at him tightly, and immediately shut up.

Sensing Dr. Siu's uneasiness, more and more people turned their heads and waited for follow-up questions.

The curious and expectant gazes around him became more and more dense.

Xiao Xiao was silent for a long time, and finally took off his glasses, looked at the podium, and asked loudly: "Dare to ask Mr. Sima how old he is, is there a lover?"

Zheng Qing was stunned for a long time, turned his head to look at Xiao Xiao, who had taken off his glasses, with a shy and formal expression, carefully broke and reorganized every sentence he just said in his mind, and then looked at Teacher Sima on the podium whose face was gradually reddening.

The classroom was silent, without a sound.

Even the wind outside the window stopped the noise and rested in the warm sunshine.

Only a few seconds passed.

The class was full of whistles and cheers, and the whole floor was boiling.

The atmosphere that Professor Sima had suppressed with the deduction of points broke out in an instant, which caught her a little off guard.

Zheng Qing looked at this little guy with a look of admiration, feeling that his figure had never been so majestic.

"It's so awesome, it's amazing!" he muttered, banging the table as everyone did.

"Quiet!" Xiao Xiao screamed, but the faint sound was quickly drowned out by the roaring applause of the others.

"Don't be noisy, don't be noisy, listen to what the teacher has to say!"

"Yes, yes, the teacher hasn't answered yet!"

Under the suppression of the gossip that spread everywhere, the classroom finally fell silent.

Mr. Sima Yangyun had come back to his senses after a short period of embarrassment, and said with a red smile: "This is another issue that has little to do with history. ”

"Sir!" Andrew yelled in a gruff voice, "this question has something to do with the history teacher...... So it's about history!"

Many people applauded.

For the first time, Zheng Qing discovered that the rude young master of the Taylor family was also a little anxious.

"Moreover, Mr. Xiao, these are two questions," Mr. Sima banged the lectern, trying to curb the atmosphere that had re-boiled, "I only agreed to answer one of your questions before. ”

"Doctor, pick one!" the noise rang out again.

"Pick the second one!"

"Xiao Xiao!! choose the first one!"

"Pick one, pick one!" the cheers of the students converged into a raging wave, forcibly destroying any obstacle that stood in its way.

"Then, choose the second question," Xiao Xiao asked dryly, "Does Mr. have a good person?"

"Not yet. After answering with a smile, Teacher Sima knocked on the table and quickly arranged: "That's all for today's lesson, see you next week!"

Saying that, this lady, who has always been elegant and calm, ran away with the handouts in her arms.

I didn't even have time to assign my homework.

The atmosphere of the whole classroom burst into two words:

"Xiao Xiao!"

"Xiao Xiao!"

"Xiao Xiao!"

Zheng Qing shouted especially vigorously in the crowd.