High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 242 - 166 History is also unknown _1

Chapter 242: Chapter 166 History is also unknown _1

"A second of history can move you, a hundred years of history may weigh heavily on you, and ten thousand years of history will shock you."

Zheng Qing repeated these words, myriad images and scenes emerging in his mind, trembling from the vicissitudes revealed in the phrasing.

The classroom was silent.

The little elves sitting along the edge of the blackboard seemed like sculptures, silent and immobile.

The sky was cloudless.

The early autumn sunlight was a bit dazzling, filtering through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, appearing somewhat pure and somewhat distant.

Many people were immersed in this elegant and profound mood.

More people had recorded the teacher’s words on the title page of their history textbooks as a reminder.

Xiao Xiao sat upright, his hand tightly gripping the brush, the other pressing hard on his notebook, taking notes with such intensity as if he wanted to stuff his whole being into the notebook.

In front of Zheng Qing was spread the weighty "Big History: World Modern History Volume".

He held his breath, his expression focused, striving to grasp every word that Mr. Sima had said in his opening remarks.

Yes, Mr. Sima.

Strictly speaking, apart from Mr.Wu, this was the second teacher who had asked Zheng Qing to address him as ’Mr.’.

Although Sima Yangyun looked very young and not much older than the students sitting in the classroom; she had set a requirement for all students in the first history lesson.

"I am not a school professor."

"So if you want to express respect for history, you can call me ’Mister Sima’."

"This is not a mandatory requirement...I will not downgrade your end-of-term comments for this."

At that time, Sima Yangyun’s slightly playful words caused the students to burst into laughter, especially the male students, they laughed particularly loudly, seemingly expressing their admiration for the beautiful woman on the podium.

At that time, many people’s superficial understanding of history was limited to the fact that it was a general education course and that there was a beautiful woman as a teacher.

But starting from the second lesson, Zheng Qing’s perception of this ’female mister’ had completely changed.

In that lesson, Sima Yangyun emphasized the relationship between magic and history.

"In history class, I will use magic to lead you to feel the weight and vicissitudes of history."

"Under certain conditions, using some magic skills, we can wander through the river of time. Let everyone have their own understanding of history."

"This is ’research-oriented’ magic."

"Of course, this kind of magic does not allow you to actually wander through the river of history...that is the realm of great wizards and above... research-oriented magic only allows you to peep into the parts of the world that really happened through a limited perspective."

"Therefore, my class will involve your knowledge of divination, magic text, magic spells, talismans, formations, and other disciplines. To sum it up—if you don’t have a solid foundation, you will find it difficult to learn real historical knowledge."

At that time, Zheng Qing was deeply concerned about this summary.

Although the first two weeks of university life had given him more confidence in his future academic career, this did not mean that he had a firm grasp of the situation.

After all, his foundation in magic was definitely not ’good’.

But Mr. Sima’s subsequent words gave him much comfort.

"But a solid foundation in magic does not mean that you can accurately understand this world...If your magic foundation is poor, it does not mean that you know nothing about reality."

"Real history cannot be accurately summed up in a few words."

"In my class, you won’t get rigid history, and you won’t be able to know the truth of history."

"But through exploration, you will get the history that suits you best, the history that your abilities can understand."

"Close your eyes now, pretend you know nothing."

"Then ask yourself, how much do you know about our world? What do you want to know?"

"Open your eyes. Open the books in front of you, the parts you can understand are there. The parts you don’t understand are also there."

"Learning to read the truth in history books is your greatest gain in history class."

"Exploring the remnants of the river of time through the phrasing is the most exquisite thing in this world."

"You must perceive the unknown truth of history through the blurry fog, and obtain your own history."

At this point, Mister Sima revealed a mysterious smile, making everyone long for the mystery she mentioned.

"I always feel like I’m in the wrong classroom." Zheng Qing once complained quietly to Xiao Xiao: "This class feels more like a divination class... not history."

"One has already happened, and the other has not yet happened." Xiao Xiao stared intently at the teacher on the podium, her voice somewhat hollow: "The only fact is... they are both unknown."

How can history, which has already occurred, be unknown?

Zheng Qing couldn’t figure it out.

...

Today is the third history lesson.

On the podium, Mister Sima’s opening remarks were over.

"I used these three lessons to lay a foundation for your study of history."

"I hope that this time was not wasted."

"Now, in accordance with the previous course planning, I allow you to consult me with a question before stepping into the long river of history."

"But in the future, your studies must comply with the requirements put forth in these three lessons: all truths must be sought by you."

After saying that, Mister Sima closed the handout in her hand, folded her arms, and leisurely paced back and forth on the podium.

The freshmen under the podium were quiet.

No one took the initiative to stand up and ask their question.

Mister Sima didn’t seem surprised and continued walking back and forth, step by step, quietly.

"Thud, thud, thud."

The slightly heavy footsteps echoed in the spacious and quiet classroom, which bored and distracted Zheng Qing.

He pulled a small note out of "Big History."

On it, he had written a question he had racked his brains to think of a few days ago.

"Where do wizards come from."

He hesitated. Should he be the first to ask the question?

The atmosphere in the classroom was restless, with many people wavering between getting up and waiting.

The boys were worried that their questions wouldn’t be good enough, affecting their image in the heart of the beautiful teacher; the girls had more modesty.

Before Zheng Qing had finished hesitating, a lean figure had already stood up.

It was Liu Fei Fei.

The entire classroom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Having this top student from Jiuyou Academy as the first questioner was neither abrupt nor impolite.

"Mister, Hello," Liu Fei Fei first took a small bow to express her respect to the teacher.

Mister Sima gently nodded her head.

"My question is about the concealment of the wizarding world," Liu Fei Fei paused, gathered the courage to finish her question: "Why don’t wizards share their magical skills with the laymen? They might not understand some advanced techniques, but that doesn’t prevent them from learning... the layman’s society now is a very open and prosperous society. If there’s suitable guidance, we might be able to live in peace."

"Idiot, who would live in peace with their food." From not far away, a white-robed wizard let out a short and harsh laugh.

It was Andrew, the young werewolf from the Taylor family.

Liu Fei Fei’s face turned red.

"Student Andrew, you lose a point. Please pay attention to class discipline. Don’t interrupt when someone else is speaking, and no discriminatory remarks should appear in my class."

Mister Sima’s tone was still polite, but the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense.

Andrew curled his lip, showing an expression of nonchalance.