I will be a master in the future

"Senior Lambert knows it's me." Pearl verified that Iris opened the door, put the food back in a small bowl, and greeted the bedroom: "Mimi, dinner is ready."

Lambert in the elevator tapped his chin lightly, and touched Dick with the other elbow: "What department is the man next to Brother Pearl?"

Doubt flashed across Dick's face, and he replied, "It's also from the ancient system, why?"

Lambert stepped out of the elevator, quickly followed Warner in front, and said with some disappointment, "I thought it was from the auxiliary department."

"Auxiliary department?" Di Ke was slightly surprised: "How is that possible! Let alone the fact that the dormitory of the auxiliary department is not here at all, you shouldn't be just guessing there because you see someone reciting a guqin."

Lambert was a little embarrassed, and his pace quickened a lot.

Mo Wen didn't know how many people were trying to pick off his vest in the dormitory. After returning, he boarded the virtual network for random matching until midnight, and rushed to the intermediate stage in one breath.

The disappearance of 'I have a shadow' from the primary arena rankings naturally appeared on the homepage of the virtual online forum. This time, everyone agreed that there were too many points, which was enough to go to the intermediate arena.

[I don't know when I will see the masters on the leaderboard this time. The random in the intermediate stage is not so easy to win, because everyone basically forms a team. ] Someone posted such a sentence on the forum, which aroused the approval of all walks of life, thinking that this great god who likes random matching may not be able to keep this impressive record.

However, they all thought too much.

Mo Wen fell asleep in the dormant cabin as soon as he got the crystal coin reward in the early promotion. His purpose of entering the virtual network was very clear, which was to get money.

Now that the crystal coins have been transferred to his account, Mo Wen naturally no longer needs to go to the virtual battle platform.

Poor Mo Wen's group of fans are still waiting eagerly for their family's big brother to knock down a lot of younger brothers in the middle-level arena.

They never imagined that there are people in this world who are so poor that they don't even let go of the money to advance to the intermediate level in the virtual network primary arena, and they register on purpose just for that money.

Mo Wen was woken up by Pearl the next day.

Looking at Pearl standing outside, Mo Wen opened the hibernation cabin, still a little puzzled: "Pearl, why is it so early."

Pearl looked at Guangnao, then looked at Mo Wen who didn't know the situation, shook his head and smiled wryly: "It's still early? We don't have time for breakfast, you hurry up and wash your face before we go to class."

Attend class?Astonishment flashed across his face, Mo Wen sorted it out as quickly as possible, and sat in the classroom with Pearl as quickly as possible.

What kind of knowledge will be taught to students in the future, Mo Wen still has some expectations.

It's just that no one notified why the class started.

"Don't you know to check the schedule on the school's official website?"

Pearl was sitting with Mo Wen. He was afraid that the professor would see his speech when he came in. He kept his movements secretive: "The official website of the new semester will release the schedule of each department and class."

Mo Wen nodded, and then saw a female professor approaching slowly from the elevator.

It's really a female professor, wearing a professional skirt.

Pearl obviously saw it too, and joy flashed in his eyes: "The only female professor in the whole school actually teaches us."

"You like it?" Mo Wen asked in a low voice, with his head tilted slightly.

Pearl stared at Mo and asked, "I don't have an Oedipus complex, thank you."

"Then you are so happy." Continue to speak softly.

"No way, seeing women are habitually happy, don't tell me you are not."

Mo Wen was silent.

If I was habitually happy when I saw women, I would look so silly and happy all day long, and I am afraid that I would not want to call me brother.

As soon as Pearl's words fell, the female professor stepped into the classroom with one foot, and applause immediately rang out.

Mo Wen looked left and right, everyone was applauding vigorously, and in order not to be the most conspicuous one, he also clapped his hands.

The female professor calmed everyone down with a smile, and began her self-introduction.

"Hi, all the new students in the ancient department, you can call me Professor An, and I will be your main teacher for the next year."

On the first day of class, in order to get acquainted with the new faces in the class, the professor always has to call the names.

In front of everyone, everyone clicked on the name and shouted "here" and it was over. It was Mo Wen's turn, and the female professor took care of it specially.

"Mo Wen? Is that Mo Wen from No.1? It turned out to be from our class." Professor An looked at Mo Wen approvingly: "Can you please stand up and tell me how you got the good grade of No.1?" ?"

Look at the computer more and read less.

Mo Wen coughed in embarrassment, so he stood up and told how he worked so hard to read and recite books.

Hearing Xueba's hard work, Professor An smiled more and more, and finally nodded in satisfaction and asked Mo Wen to sit down.

Mo Wen felt the eyes staring at him from all directions, straightened his sitting posture, and sat firmly on the bench.

After getting acquainted with everything in general, Professor An finally started the class.

It is no longer popular to use blackboards in class now. With a light touch on the edge of the teaching desk, two large characters of "Ancient" will appear in the air.

"Everyone has mastered the basic knowledge. Everyone here is an elite of the ancient department. Otherwise, it would be impossible to sit in Horst's classroom. Now, it's time to master the real knowledge."

Professor An's words were so provocative that even Mo Wen raised his spirits unconsciously, ready to see what real knowledge is.

After finishing speaking, the screen flickered lightly, and various styles of...

Wait, that pile of cell phones?

Standing on the podium, Professor An looked at the knowledge-hungry students in the audience, and started to talk with a slight smile: "Everyone knows that communication tools have been invented in ancient times, using the principles of electric current and sound waves to realize long-distance communication. Telephony, it's a great invention."

"Then everyone knows that in 1987, Mobile University entered the country of China at that time, but later, with the advancement of science, gradually, Mobile University changed."

As Professor An said, he pointed to the various mobile phones on the big screen with a silver pointer and said, "Analog mobile phones, digital mobile phones and smart phones have come out one after another. Students here, who can tell which ones are smart phones? Which ones are digital phones?"

The audience was silent.

Only Mo Wen suffered from embarrassment, propped his head on one hand and exhaled slowly.

I can no longer look directly at the teaching screen. Is this the real knowledge?

Come on, give me a dozen diplomas!

Professor An looked around the classroom and found no one raised his hand. He shook his head and asked again, unwilling to give up: "Is it true that no one knows?"

Taking it for granted, her question was once again silent.

There are always professors who feel that the students will answer the questions without raising their hands, so she started to roll their names.

"Mo Wen." Professor An was very impressed with Mo Wen. This is a teacher's most basic memory of Xueba.

"Tell me, among these mobile phones, which ones are smart phones and which ones are digital phones."

Mo Wen stood up with a paralyzed face, and after reporting the serial numbers of the smart phone and the digital machine, he was undoubtedly praised by Professor An.

After Mo Wen sat down, he also received compliments from his deskmate Pearl: "Mo, you are amazing. I only know that these are mobile phones, but I can't tell what kind of mobile phone they are!"

Mo Wen glanced at Pearl with blank eyes.

What's the matter, if you zoom in on the picture, I can tell you whether it is Samsung or Huawei.

"It seems that everyone still doesn't know much about history. We not only need to memorize history, we must also do archaeology! Archeology is very important! Memorizing numbers by rote doesn't mean much at all!" Professor An said at the end of this class her statement.

She said solemnly: "I don't want my students to come out of the academy, and others will come up with something for you to identify what era it is. You know what time it is but you can't tell what it was in that era. "

"You can't even master your own major, so how can you convince others!"

"Okay, that's the end of this lesson. Today I'm only satisfied with one person, and he's the only one who did what I asked for." Professor An paused here, and looked in the direction of Mo Wen: " Then, let Mo Wen be the class monitor from now on, does everyone have any objections?"

Who dares to object? It's not a stupid choice to offend the professor at this time.

So Mo Wen saw that the whole class shook their heads neatly, and the position of monitor officially fell to Mo Wen's head...

Don't leave, professor, this is all a misunderstanding!

Put another picture of the ring used by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, I promise I don’t know whether it is Kangxi’s or Qianlong’s!

"Mo, I saw you right!" Pearl and Mo Wen walked out of the classroom one after the other.

"Although I really hope that I can be the squad leader, but if the squad leader is you, it doesn't matter if I am the deputy squad leader."

Mo Wen walked behind Pearl in an ancient costume, and the wind made his clothes flutter, the effect was comparable to that of a blower. This scene in a costume drama is definitely the appearance of Shuaibi Guoshi.

It's a pity that the national teacher seems a little lacking in energy.

"Pearl, what do monitors do?"

Mo Wen had also been a class leader before, but back then it was just a matter of uniting with the class committee, conveying information, and approving some funds.

Now that the optical brain can be turned on to talk face-to-face, is there any role for this monitor?

Pearl felt a little strange about Mo Wen asking this question. He stepped back and said to Mo Wen, "You don't even know about this, so urge the class committee to do things."

"For example, the sports meeting is coming, and the sports committee organizes everyone to register enthusiastically. You have to ask from time to time whether the number of participants is enough. In addition, you need to ask the professor for the contact information of the optical brain, and the contact information of all the students. Open an account to pay off work, of course, if you can remember how much it is, you can also deposit it into your account..."

Pearl kept talking and talking, and Mo Wen's head was getting dizzy, but he was afraid of missing some important steps, so he had to listen carefully.

The position of squad leader is really not easy to do.