This Is Called Poor Students Class? This Is The Whole Class!

The seeds of entrepreneurial thinking were planted in the hearts of the students in Class 9, Grade 2.

In the next two days, the students started brainstorming one after another during breaks, lunch breaks, evening self-study, etc.

Some ideas, very brainless.

For example, time travel, space wormhole jumping and so on are pure science fiction.

Not to mention that it has been realized, the students in the liberal arts class can't even understand the physical principles in it.

Some creative, very realistic.

For example, how to optimize the current positioning system so that its positioning accuracy can reach within 1 meter or even narrower areas.

Compared with space-time travel and space jumping, this kind of creativity is more likely to be realized.

And whether it is military or commercial, it has broad application scenarios and application prospects.

Some ideas are very cutting-edge.

For example, what Shimingyu proposed uses human bioelectricity to realize real human-computer interaction, so as to achieve the virtual world envisioned by Metaverse.

Etc., etc.

One after another, ideas popped out of the minds of the students in Class 9, and were recorded one by one.

According to Teacher Xu's meaning.

These ideas come up through group brainstorming, regardless of whether they are useful or not, regardless of whether they can be realized.

Basically, record them all.

Even if it is the class history of their class 9, it is very meaningful.

Teacher Xu's idea not only won the support of the whole class, but also unexpectedly inspired a bold idea from a classmate.

Xie Siqi, who shares the same dormitory with Wu Feng and Qiang Ge, is a student who loves history and is also the representative of the history class in the class.

All kinds of Chinese and foreign official histories, unofficial histories, and romantic histories of emperors and generals are all treasured by Xie Siqi.

After hearing Teacher Xu's thoughts.

Xie Siqi did a shocking thing.

He regarded himself as the recorder of Class 9, and actually began to compile the "Class History" of Class 9 of the second year of high school!

Good guy!

A small high school class.

From forming to breaking up.

Add up to a general not more than 2 years.

How can this be called "history"?

But Xie Siqi doesn't care about these.

Just like the historians in the past, he began to visit Teacher Xu and his classmates.

Recall and record all the things that happened in the last semester and the previous half semester.

And also set up a "biography" for each student.

This made the students in class 9 exclaimed.

"Good guy, how can I have a biography?"

"Hey, let's not talk about it, Lao Xie is really good at doing this."

"Listen to me, thank you."

"I'm not very familiar with history, this person is not dead, can you write a biography?"

"There is no such statement, and no one stipulates that you must wait until you go west to write a biography."

"Oh, all right."

"Hahaha, you guys really think too much. What kind of biographies does Lao Xie make up, it's just to record the stories of everyone in our class. Do you really think it can be compared with those biographies in history?"

"That's right, it's fine for the students in our class to know about these things. It's okay to go out and show off occasionally, don't take it seriously."

"Yes, yes, this is the mentality."

"It is said to be a biography, but it is actually just a memoir of our Class 9."

"Hahaha, isn't it that Lao Xie is obsessed with history, and the word 'biography' definitely sounds more domineering than memoirs."

"The biographies of the characters in Class 9, Grade 2, Zhenhua Middle School, this name can really bluff people, hahaha."

"Look at the beginning that Lao Xie wrote to us Liu Yunfei."

"The Legend of the Flying God."

"Flying God, named Liu Yunfei, a native of Zhongnan City, suffered from phobia when he was young."

"If you speak softly, you will not be hindered; if you speak loudly, you will lose your mind."

"Therefore, although the talent is extraordinary, there is no place for it to be used."

"In the year of the dancing elephant, the Chollima finally meets Bole."

...

"It's well-written, and the writing is quite plausible, hahaha."

"Okay, okay, Lao Xie is completely imitating the biographies of historical records?"

"Fuck, if you can write the class history of our class 9 into a historical record, it will be awesome!"

"Hahaha……"

Xu Jie also didn't expect that he just wanted to let the students have a good memory, so that the students could record their creativity.

But unexpectedly inspired Xie Siqi's creative enthusiasm.

When he happened to see something written by Xie Siqi, he also froze for a full minute.

...

The fourth class on Wednesday morning.

The students are having an English class.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared at the door of the classroom.

"Hey, look, it's our stone god who is back!"

"Fuck! It's true!"

"Unknowingly, Shi Yunfeng went to the provincial capital for 10 days?"

"Yes, he went to the provincial capital for training after the Ching Ming Festival holiday, and it has been almost 10 days today."

"I don't know how our Ishigami performed in the training camp?"

"That's needless to say? It must be Yiqi Juechen, suppressing all the top students in the province!"

"When it comes to the provincial team, the top students from other schools should not be underestimated, but as you said, we must believe in our Shishen unconditionally!"

...

Seeing Shi Yunfeng come back, Xu Jie was very happy.

What is the effect of the provincial team training?

He wasn't worried at all.

With Shi Yunfeng's character and heart, he will definitely do everything possible to improve his own strength.

Even in the Olympiad provincial team, which is full of talents, it will surely bloom its own brilliance.

Seeing the students in the classroom, everyone was very excited because of Shi Yunfeng's return.

Xu Jie simply changed the remaining half of the class into a self-study class, allowing the students to communicate with Shi Yunfeng by themselves.

"Huh...huh...sit, sit, we stone gods, please sit down."

Seeing Shi Yunfeng return to his seat, his deskmate Meng Zihan hurriedly blew on the stool.

"Ishigami, you've been away for 10 days. To be honest, we still miss you."

"Hahaha, you old men are not afraid of being laughed at when you say this to Shi Yunfeng."

"What? So I am too? That's okay."

"How about the training camp? Tell us about it, and let us also experience the atmosphere and feeling of being surrounded by first prizes in the provincial competition."

"Shishen, you're not here. The first place in the liberal arts class in the midterm exam was taken back by Wang Yichuan from the experimental class."

"You don't need to tell us Shi Yunfeng about this kind of trivial matter. It's just the first place in the liberal arts class? Does it mean anything to us Shishen?"

"No problem!"

"Shishen, we will visit Grandma Xu every day after school, don't worry, everything is fine at home."

"Yes, yes, we go every day, you don't have to worry."

...

Classmates, you talk to me and chatter non-stop.

Shi Yunfeng, who had just returned from the provincial capital, was both happy and moved.