Chapter 13 Children, Please Stay in Awe in the Face of Profound Knowledge
The three-day "vacation" is very short for the students of Mildis Intermediate College. After all, they usually have one day off every week, and there are two long vacations every year, each of which lasts a month. This is not enough. Weeks off like National Victory Day. Three days is really nothing to the teenage children. Everyone is still very skilled and returned to their seats, looking for the friends around them to have a chat.
The bell of the class rang, and heavy footsteps came from outside the door. Everyone gradually suppressed their voices, and the little fat man quietly covered his mouth and whispered to Will: "I'm sure that the first person to come in must be teaching. The director, the big fat greasy man Greenson, his footsteps are the loudest in the school."
Will nodded, but reacted immediately, quietly correcting Fetterman's words: "Shut up, do you want to read the review book in front of the whole school? His ears are as incredible as the footsteps." Immediately shut up and forbid discussing the shortcomings of the teachers. This is impolite, and if you are found, you will be punished for writing a review. If the situation is serious, parents will even be asked to read their own review aloud in front of the whole school.
For a good-faced teenager, there is nothing worse than this. As Will, one of the few good students of Mildis Intermediate Academy, this is definitely an indelible stain on his life. Dean Greenson was originally an official of the city hall. He was sent to Mildis Intermediate College as the dean more than ten years ago. There is no tendency to be transferred away. He has changed from a shrewd and capable young talent to a young man. Today's middle-aged greasy man. From the dean that everyone is afraid of, to the "pig man" that everyone hates now.
The first person to come in was indeed Greenson, but the two people behind him were acquaintances of Will, the white-haired priest and the young and lively temple knight Wall. The class was quiet. Greenson liked the atmosphere. He liked to be in awe. Although he knew the atmosphere was somewhat fake, he couldn't help but like it, perhaps to make up for his inability to return to City Hall. Sorry.
"Quietly, children, for personal reasons, our esteemed Professor Wizel left the Mildis Intermediate Academy, which he had been fighting for for three years, for which I express great regret. Stop running, the sun will continue to rise tomorrow. Students in our school need to continue their own learning, and the bright future cannot be interrupted by the departure of a respected professor. Therefore, we welcome a new Teacher, Pastor Pastor, who is temporarily teaching history and geography, and the Templar Wall, who teaches you swordsmanship. I am very sorry to tell you that the advanced course of ancient Chinese is not the knowledge necessary to get into higher education institutions. I haven't found a scholar who can teach this course. This semester will not be continued and will be changed to a swordsmanship class. Swordsmanship is not mandatory, ladies are free, gentlemen, I have made a decision for you, I Guess no one wants to go and learn ikebana with the ladies? Of course, if anyone wants to learn ikebana and give up swordsmanship, they can raise their hands."
The boys below were in an uproar. This Greenson is too disgusting. Choose one of the swordsmanship class and the flower arrangement class. Which one do they choose? Under the watchful eyes, how could someone stand up and ask to learn flower arrangement with the girls.
Greenson showed a triumphant smile, "Since everyone has no opinion, so be it. Next is the learned Pastor Pastor, who will bring you a wonderful history lesson and lead you back to the war era proven by the war drums. , experienced the magnificent competition of the Hundred Races for hegemony. Welcome Pastor Pastor!"
The white-haired Pastor walked slowly to the podium, but with a thick book in his hand, "Goddess's Radiance", he drew a circle on his chest and started his first class with great piety. : "Praise the goddess, you are the incarnation of light,
You are the leader of all things and the master of the world. You drive out darkness and bring light to the world. You drive away disease and leave health to believers. You are the first ray of light in the world, and a long sword that cuts through darkness. "A large number of eulogies continued to sound from Pastor Pastor's mouth, and his devout attitude was indeed moving, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with history or a copper coin.
Teaching Master Greenson seems to be very satisfied with the weird expressions of the students in the class, that's it! Children, please remain in awe in the face of profound knowledge.
Weir has already opened the textbook and started his self-study in the history class. As one of the few gifted students at Mildis Intermediate Academy, courses such as history and geography do not need a teacher to teach him. Just go to the bookstore to check the information. Only the erudite Professor Wizel can bring himself a different feeling and bring knowledge that is not in books. Even the bookstore cannot find some of the content he explained, but contacting many books can confirm Wizel What the professor said seems to be correct.
A history class was spent with Pastor Pastor's eulogy and recitation of "The Radiance of the Goddess", and Vail can already imagine how many parents will come to complain tomorrow. His father should not be one of them. He trusts himself very much and agrees that he has inherited his intelligence and wisdom, and he can learn without a teacher without a teacher, but Will prefers to believe that his wisdom comes from his mother.
"Okay, children, this is the end of the boring recitation class. The following is the long-awaited swordsmanship class. Please come with me, children who like swordsmanship and dream of becoming heroes." Wall did not wait for Pastor to leave. After leaving the stage, he hurried to the stage.
"That, Knight Wall, maybe it's been a long time since you left the academy. I have to remind you that now is the recess time. We have a quarter of an hour to rest, and a quarter of an hour later will be your swordsmanship class." The students who looked at each other in the academy could only take the initiative to stand up for Wall.
"No, no, my dear friend Will, we must always keep our love for swordsmanship in order to gain something. Just like our love for Playboy magazine, we can't forget it at all times." Wall gave Will a big deal. With a smile on his face, the latter covered his face, feeling that it was his biggest mistake to stand up for him, and everyone in the class cast strange looks at him.
"What is a playboy?" the girl whispered.
"It's a magazine, the best-selling adult magazine in the whole continent. Only adults can buy and read adult books. My father told me so. I didn't expect Will to be able to read such adults' books. It's worthy of being an intermediate Mildis The school's winning, etc." Children who say this, do you confirm that your IQ is online? Believe whatever your father says.
"It turns out that Will likes that kind of magazines, hehe, let me tell you, I've been reading Playboy magazines since I was ten years old, and I haven't missed every issue." This is a person who likes to show off, but you come from music. Family, are you sure your violinist father will let you read that kind of magazines?
"You don't know Playboy, it's too outdated. Let me tell you, it's a magazine that talks about the art of flower arrangement, and girls only get knowledge in order to please your son." Miss, you confirm that you are talking about "Playboy" and Not "Flower Arrangement"?
Feltman looked at Weir in amazement, and pointed tremblingly at the half of the coloring page exposed in his bag: ""Playboy 50th Anniversary Collection Edition"?! How could you possibly have such a divine book?! Weil, we Are you the best friend, you have such a divine book and you don't tell me, break up!"
Are you sure you want to break up with me now? After knowing that I own the Playboy 50th Anniversary Collector's Edition?