The old-fashioned history teacher is of Ragdoll cat descent
"What elective course should I choose?" Xi Zhou scribbled on his notebook in a dilemma. He felt that everything was good, but at the same time, nothing was quite right. He had no choice but to throw his pen down dejectedly, and it fell to the ground.
"I, I want to choose food." Heshun bent down and picked up her pen, intending to write two big characters on it. However, he found that the pen was broken and the ink was gone, so he couldn't write anything. He had to use another pen to trace over the intermittent marks on it. He said, "Let's choose this together? That's great. We can still eat during class."
Yan Ning was lost in thought, deeply inspired. He immediately put on his glasses and changed his elective course, commenting: "This course is indeed good."
"It's better to keep it simple, it's safer." Xu Sui'an, who rarely joined the discussion, thought about Heshan's new homeroom teacher, thought for a moment, and said, "I think it's best to just learn Chinese. Maybe the teacher won't understand it as well as I do."
"It seems to make sense." Xi Zhou became even more confused and wanted to ask those little magicians.
Hua Shaoqing and Yu Huiyan, who were the first to be asked, were cheerful and ambitious, their eyes shining. They pointed at the round, square-hole, coin-shaped terminal on Yan Ning's neck and said, "We plan to continue studying alchemy. Once we master it, we can turn it into gold for our own use. Then we'll be wealthy!"
Yin Zian, with a mysterious look on his face, whispered to Xi Zhou, "Take the meditation class. I guarantee you'll be able to sleep in class. Trust me."
After hearing everyone's decisions, it became even more difficult to make the decision.
Alas, everyone has a lot of ideas - although most of them are ideas that come up just for the sake of slacking off.
Xi Zhou was really out of ideas, so he tore up the pages he had scribbled on and prepared to throw them away.
At this time, class had begun. Regular footsteps could be heard outside. An elderly man with white hair and beard slowly approached, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote on the blackboard with vigorous strokes, filling the entire surface with his name.
"Bi Cang"
The teacher looked very serious. Thick eyebrows, sharp eyes, tightly pursed lips, a thin figure, and large, bony hands. He looked old-fashioned no matter how you looked at him.
But, uh, well…
"laugh."
Lu Lanting, who has a low sense of humor, laughed out loud. The others were not much better. They covered their mouths tightly with their hands and frowned.
Only Fu Linyuan was the most dejected. He sat in his seat as if he had lost his energy. He was irritated and could not accept it at all.
The reason is simple. We have all seen little girls with rabbit ears and little boys with dog ears through various channels, and we like them.
But it must be rare to see an old man with white hair, a wrinkled face, cat ears and a tail, right?
Hua Shaoqing, who has cats and dogs at home, was even able to identify that the serious old man was a Ragdoll cat by the cat's ears and tail.
Well, I'm sorry, it seems impolite to use "only" to address the teacher.
Everyone found the new teacher's appearance interesting, but Fu Linyuan felt disillusioned, as if he saw the cat girl turn into an old cat lady after growing old.
"What are you laughing at? The classroom is a sacred place. Don't do things that have nothing to do with the classroom. Respect history and respect the classroom!" Bi Cang slapped the podium angrily, and his powerful voice filled the classroom.
Why is this XXX so irritable? I don't know what he's laughing at. Alas, each generation is worse than the previous one!
The old man thought so.
He swept his majestic gaze over the ten classmates, and only when he saw Fu Linyuan's calm expression did his brows relax a little.
At least I have a stable child, he just looks a little weak, but it’s not a big problem, he will get better after exercise.
"Yes, what's your name?"
He slowly walked to Fu Linyuan's seat, his tail swaying slightly with pleasure.
The little fellow who had suffered at the hands of the previous teacher had to straighten his posture slightly, pointed to the name on the notebook, and said slowly: "Fu Linyuan."
"Very good, neither arrogant nor impatient."
Bi Cang returned to the podium and said in a loud voice, "Then, my history class representative will be handed over to Fu Linyuan."
Fu Linyuan: Ah?
Is it so careless?
He glanced around quickly, whether it was the well-behaved and sensible Xi Zhou, or the academically gifted Yan Ning and Jing Hong, or Yu Huiyan, who seemed to be the only one who had something in common with this old man...
No matter which one, they're better than a rebellious gangster like him, right? Fu Linyuan thought uncertainly.
But it's not his turn to decide this.
Bi Cang quickly entered the classroom and began his lecture with a rhythmic and engaging voice. Furthermore, due to his age, he also knew a few historical secrets, and some of the interesting historical facts left everyone stunned.
Both the teacher and the students were quite satisfied with the class.
It seems that no matter what kind of exchange student they are, they still take classes seriously despite their smiles. Bi Cang was relieved and no longer complained about the candidates chosen by their superiors.
He had emphasized to the principal long ago that he was old and would retire in a few decades, and he didn't want to discipline naughty exchange students.
He naturally could not have imagined that he would recognize the most mischievous one and choose him as the class representative.
In fact, for students like Xi Zhou who have lived in a materialistic world for the past ten years, the first history textbook "Fourteen Histories of Origins" is more like a myth than history, similar to Nuwa creating humans and Pangu creating the world.
The story is either about light and creatures creating the Galaxy Continent, or about the ancestors of the formerly known Twelve Gods, who later added two elements to become fourteen origins and created the eight major races.
You know what, there's some logic there that's hard to understand.
"...Do you know the current Demon Emperor? He was transformed from an eye connected to one of the Fourteen Origins. Therefore, the current connection has lost an eye."
"And Her Highness Luo Zhaoyu, she must be the only person in the world who has seen the Fourteen Origins. She said herself that as long as you become a Heavenly Spirit Star, you can see them. Unfortunately, she is the only one who has achieved this status, and no one has yet surpassed her. The young people are also getting worse with each passing generation. Anyway, I will never have the chance to see them in this lifetime..."
Puppet teacher Bi Cang's tone, which was sometimes heavy and sometimes full of expectation, made Xi Zhou want to laugh again.
But seeing Yu Huiyan, who was sitting in front of her seat, listening attentively, and looking around, all the young magicians were showing respect, especially Yin Zian, who was introduced as a half-god-demon, who was particularly pious and apprehensive. So she couldn't help but believe it a little more and restrained her smile.
It is a world where magic and technology go hand in hand, so it is reasonable to say that there really is a "God of Creation".
Didn’t you see that Yin Zian is half a god?
Yan Ning and Lu Lanting were particularly fascinated from the start. After all, they had loved discussing mythology from various places in high school. They loved everything from the Norse mythology of the maggots on the body of the frost giant Ymir transforming into light and dark elves to the Greek mythology of Zeus's little love stories.
Oh, I hope that the two students will still be so passionate about history after taking the history test in the future.
The students listened with rapt attention, their heads in their hands. Even after dinner, Xi Zhou, Yan Ning, and Lu Lanting, still eager to learn more, gathered in Mao Yue Garden, a beautiful spot near the school dormitories, laden with snacks, and began a deep discussion about the history of the Galaxy.
As they chatted, they discovered a very interesting detail - the more powerful a person was in historical records, the more beautiful the portraits they left behind were. The directions of beauty were inconsistent. There were charming and seductive, fresh and bright, wild and flamboyant, gorgeous and elegant, mysterious and unpredictable, and everything in between. But in the end, people with different aesthetic tastes would exclaim "How beautiful!"
Lu Lanting thought, if the photos inserted in her high school textbooks were so beautiful, would there be any need to worry that she would be bored and stare blankly in class?
No matter which page they opened, they were reluctant to close it because of its beauty, especially the big figure in the first few pages.
She is widely considered the most beautiful person in the galaxy since the advent of photography, the only one with a spiritual power level of the Celestial Spirit Star, and the longest-lived of the gods. She is also the aunt of the current God King, known as Zhaoyu.
The official announcement said that she is over 90 million years old, but the latest photo she appeared in public still did not look old, and she even looked more energetic than those Chinese college students who stayed up late every day.
The average lifespan of the non-human races in the Galaxy is 50 million years. This prince has almost doubled that!
When Xi Zhou saw her portrait, his eyes dazzled as he saw it move. The woman showed a respectful expression, then raised her head slightly, her finger breaking through the book and pointing upwards.
A magic circle with a star pattern as its center appeared behind him, and the light shot straight into the sky.
She couldn't help but look up and saw a sky full of stars, dazzling and brilliant. They clustered together, gathered together and dispersed, using the sky as a canvas to form complex patterns.
"Look at the stars in the sky, they are as beautiful as birds."
"Looking up at the stars in the sky, they are as bustling as a market."
"Looking up at the bright sun in the sky, it twinkles like a firefly."
At this time, the pattern of the stars changed again, and finally formed two words: class.
Finally, he added four more words: the more the better.
"Xi Zhou, what are you blabbering about?"
Xi Zhou was startled, a golden light flashing in his wide eyes, and he suddenly woke up. He found that his current posture was like picking stars, and he felt embarrassed. He blinked in confusion, lowered his raised hand, and asked Lu Lanting: "Did I just say something?"
Lu Lanting nodded heavily, "You were talking nonsense just now, like you were possessed by a ghost. I couldn't understand what you said, it was all nonsense."
"Really?" Xi Zhou thought about it, but couldn't figure it out. His eyes fell on the strange portrait of Luo Zhaoyu again.
She stood straight, not smiling, just looking calmly ahead, with her hands hanging naturally at her sides. It was a very qualified ID photo.
Xi Zhou touched it and the slightly rough texture of the paper gave her a strange feeling.
"Your Highness, where would you be now?" Xi Zhou asked subconsciously, and naturally, he didn't get an answer.
Xi Zhou didn't feel any regret and just turned the page.
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