High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 246 - 170 Dr. Xiao’s Problem_1

Chapter 246: Chapter 170 Dr. Xiao’s Problem_1

Contrary to the abstract questions posed by the two sponsored students from Jiuyou Academy, the questions raised by the students at Alpha School were far more specific - and sharply poignant.

For instance, Andrew asked if the ’Fairy Liberation Proclamation of 1862 lowered the productivity level of the wizarding world’, while a male student named Julian questioned ’how different wizard factions like radicals, conservatives, and hardliners reacted to the rise of Dimensional Sect in the first half of the 19th century’.

Anyone with some basic knowledge of history knows that the enslavement of fairies by wizards in the 18th and 19th centuries ranks among the very few dark Chapters of magic history, and the emergence of the Dimensional Sect had devastated wizard factions with traditional roots dating back thousands of years.

While the wizarding world doesn’t limit the study of related history and theories, taboo topics are often avoided in daily life.

Many young wizards are intrigued by these dark secrets of history but faced with their lack of ability, very few are able to comprehend between the lines in history books.

Hearing these questions, even the somewhat drowsy students perked up, eager to hear the response from Mr. Sima.

To Andrew’s question, Mr. Sima concluded with a ’no’ and kindly suggested that he refer to the ’Annual Wizards’ Productivity Review (White Ding Calendar 1800-1900)’, clean relevant data, create a chart, and submit it as extra-curricular homework before the next class.

For the second question, Mr. Sima prepared a long reading list for Julian, which included numerous works penned by great wizards like ’Confessions’, ’Memoirs of Saint Elun Island’, etc., who were deeply impacted by Dimensional thought at the time. He also motivated the Alpha student to accomplish a 30,000-word essay on this topic over the next term.

When these classmates ’served as guinea pigs’, the rest of the students obviously became much tamer.

The questions they asked also became much simpler.

For example, Jiang Yu asked whether ’Laozi’s departure from Han Gu Guan really happened’, Tang Dun was exceedingly interested in the ’Mystery of the Life and Death of Moon Lady Xi Zi’, and Xin Fat Man, who had a keen eye for context, tactfully asked whether ’Daji was still alive’.

It seemed like Mr. Sima had been waiting for someone to ask this question, and his formerly reserved smile turned much brighter.

When Xin Fat Man expressed great gratitude, the beautiful Lady Sima generously awarded him an extra academic point, praising his ’encouragement for this kind of positive learning attitude’.

This incident made Xin Fat Man grin proudly for the whole afternoon.

"If you keep smiling like that, eighteen folds will appear on your fat face!" sneered Zheng Qing after class, "It’s just an academic point... you act as if you are about to take flight."

Poor Zheng Qing, he completely failed to see how the question about Daji’s life and death could exemplify Xin Fat Man’s positivity.

"Jealous, sheer jealousy." Xin Fat Man waived his short, thick fingers, shaking his head repeatedly. "Speaking of taking flight, I think the chances are higher for Xiao Xiao... Of course, it would be getting punched and sent flying."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Qing couldn’t help but turn back to look at Xiao Xiao with mixed feelings.

This short boy, who always sports a pair of black-framed glasses and is constantly seen carrying a thick notebook, has done something astounding in the just-concluded history class as the first distinguished scholar in the university.

It happened just as the class was about to end.

Almost everyone in the classroom had asked their questions by then.

Xiao Xiao was the last student to stand up.

"Xiao Xiao." Teacher Sima flipped through the roll call book in her hand, smiling encouragingly at him. "The distinguished scholar of this year’s university... We’ve heard a lot about you, what excellent question have you brought to us all?"

"I’ve pondered a question for a while, but have never found an accurate answer." said Xiao Xiao, slowly standing up. He adjusted his glasses, placed his hands on the desk, speaking firmly, "So I wanted to confirm it with Teacher Sima here."

Even Dr. Xiao doesn’t know this!

Zheng Qing turned to look at the short boy next to him with interest.

As someone who usually untangled doubts for everyone, Xiao Xiao seemed to know everything. Even if he couldn’t give the right answer on the spot for some questions, he’d bury himself in the library, trying all means to find a detailed explanation.

Because of the vast number of questions he answered, classmates gradually started calling him ’Doctor’.

Knowledgeable of the past and present, constant learning from the old to appreciate the new, and widely informed - that is the definition of a doctor.

Although school had begun less than a month ago, Xiao Xiao’s nickname spread quickly and was unusually accepted by most people.

Now, even this ’Doctor’, acknowledged by everyone, has something he doesn’t know about.

His question captured the attention of the vast majority.

"Let’s hear it," responded Mr. Sima with intrigue.

"I dare to ask,", Xiao Xiao paused, looked around, noticed plenty of people watching him intently, and suddenly stopped speaking.

Noticing Dr. Xiao’s unease, more and more people turned their heads, waiting for the subsequent question.

The surrounding looks of curiosity and anticipation became increasingly dense.

After repeated silence, Xiao Xiao finally took off his glasses, looked at the podium, and asked loudly: "May I ask, how old is Mister Sima and do you have a significant other?"

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 serious expression on his face, carefully crushed and reassembled every sentence he had just said in his mind, and then looked blankly at Teacher Sima on the podium, whose face was gradually turning red.

The classroom was silent, without a trace of noise.

Even the wind outside the window had ceased its noise, taking a break in the warm sunlight.

It was just a few seconds later.

The class was suddenly noisy, with whistles and cheers echoing in the ears, making the entire floor seethe with excitement.

The atmosphere that Professor Sima had previously suppressed by deducting points suddenly burst out, catching her a bit off guard.

Zheng Qing looked at this little guy with a face full of admiration, feeling that his figure had never been so towering before.

"That’s awesome, totally impressive!" He muttered, banging on the table along with everyone else.

"Quiet!" Xiao Xiao screamed, but this faint voice was quickly drowned out by other people’s loud cheers.

"Don’t make any noise, don’t make any noise, let’s hear the teacher’s response!"

"Yes, yes, the teacher hasn’t responded yet!"

Under the suppression of the pervasive gossip atmosphere, the classroom finally calmed down.

After a brief embarrassment, Mr. Sima Yangyun had recovered, blushing and laughing: "This is another question that doesn’t have much to do with history."

"Sir!" Andrew yelled coarsely: "This question is related to the history teacher...so it’s related to history!"

Many people cheered loudly.

For the first time, Zheng Qing found that the rude young master of the Taylor family also had a bit of quick wit.

"Plus, Xiao’s question is actually two questions," Mr. Sima pounded the lectern, trying to curb the rekindled atmosphere: "I previously only agreed to answer one of your questions."

"Doctor! Pick one!" The noise flared up again.

"Pick the second one!"

"Xiao Xiao! Choose the first one!"

"Choose one! Choose one!" The cheers of the students gathered into roaring waves, destroying any obstacles in the way.

"Then, pick the second question," Xiao Xiao asked awkwardly: "Does Mister have a significant other?"

"Not yet," Teacher Sima answered with a smile, tapped the table, and quickly arranged: "Today’s class ends here, see you next week!"

With that, this always elegant, calm, and composed lady ran away clutching her notes.

She didn’t even have time to assign homework.

The atmosphere in the entire classroom suddenly surged, gradually merging into two words:

"Xiao Xiao!"

"Xiao Xiao!"

"Xiao Xiao!"

Zheng Qing shouted particularly enthusiastically within the crowd.