Sir, are you? I really want to be on you, but this is not the other one!

The hero was so amused that he saw that Tian Wanxi was serious, so he had to turn to ask He Qinghuan for help.

"Sir, you said something! My younger generation has little knowledge. I just read a few ancient books by chance. I was lucky enough to win. Where can I be qualified to be a teacher? Please persuade Miss Tian quickly!"

He Qinghuan glanced at him deeply and said, "Wan'er, show your difficult-to-heart lock and the solution ideas that Your Highness has just written to the two professors."

"yes."

Tian Wanxi stood up, took the wooden ball from the hero, and presented the previous calculation paper to her professors in the engineering and technology departments.

The engineering professor looked around with the wooden ball, tried to break it hard twice, and nodded to He Qinghuan: "This thing is very exquisite. Unless Your Highness is a master of wood arts, he can be called a genius!"

He Qinghuan refused to say anything, and his eyes moved to the professor's face, but saw the old professor's eyes wide open, and the paper in his hand kept trembling.

"So it can be solved like this... It's amazing! It's amazing! I dare to ask Your Highness, is this Pythagorean figure created by you?"

"Of course not." The hero denied without hesitation, "This figure evolved from a Pythagorean square diagram named Zhao Shuang Xianzhe, but it's just a wise man.

In addition, I also know that there are more than 500 solutions to Pythagorean figures. Unfortunately, I have a short relationship with you and cannot know them one by one.”

"What?" The old professor stood up suddenly, "Five...500 kinds?"

"I dare not deceive Mr.

"Who is Zhao Shuang?" He Qinghuan asked.

"I once accidentally obtained a note from a predecessor, which records many academic achievements from thousands of years ago. According to the note owner, this Zhao Shuang was born in a country called Han more than two thousand years ago."

Due to the once-in-a-century war, the Middle-earth culture was severely cut off and the historical heritage was incomplete. Except for the records of various wars by the nine temples, there were only sporadic records of things seven or eight hundred years ago in history books, so the heroes lie without any psychological burden.

"Then how many Pythagorean solutions do you know?" the old professor asked again.

The hero recalled and said, "About a dozen types!"

The old professor immediately turned red and rushed over in a few steps, his steps were vigorous, extremely sorry for his white beard and age spots.

The hero thought the old man was going to beat him, and just as he was about to escape, he saw the old man suddenly stopped three steps away, crossed his hands and bowed deeply: "I beg your highness to record several solutions, not many, five, I wish to worship Your Highness as my teacher!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

If Tian Wanxi's apprenticeship only makes the students feel helpless, then the science professor will be called a master, and a lightning flash will be struck down on the sunny day, and everyone will be burned by the inside and the outside of the thunder, as if they are in a dream.

The insults of Young Master Ying are absolutely correct! After all, he is better than the professor at the age of eighteen. Compared with him, aren’t we just a living?

Unlike the students' collective confusion and despair, the hero has no joy of victory at this moment.

Damn! Old sir, can I ask you to have a fight? Please let me go!

I don’t dare to accept a talented woman in the school. If I accept a professor in the school, can I still go out to do anything in the future? I will be poked to death even if I poked my back!

He is a defective product from the examination-oriented education assembly line, so how can he be a teacher for a well-educated person?

The hero wants to cry without tears.

What are you doing? They just want to pretend to be happy, but do they want to go to the crater to bake?

Too bullying.

"Sir, I'm sorry, please get up quickly!"

The hero helped the old professor up and said sincerely: "That notes were not written by the younger generation, and the knowledge in them was naturally not unique to the younger generation. How dare you hide your own personal information?

Don't worry, I will present all the known problem-solving ideas to you tomorrow.

In addition, after returning to Shuangzhou City, I would sort out the notes when I had time, compiled them into a book and presented them to the school. I just hope you are pitiful, don’t mention any apprenticeships anymore. I really can’t afford to take responsibility!"

The old professor was obviously a nerd and insisted: "If you don't become a disciple, you will get the method of Your Highness. What's the difference between you and a thief?"

"Everyone said that it doesn't belong to me!" The hero was so troubled. "Old sir, please forgive me for being rude. Your words are too wrong.

I wonder if you have ever thought about it, it has been nearly five thousand years since I Middle-earth expelled the strange beasts. Why are the people still in poverty and the people's wisdom still not yet opened up?"

The old professor obviously failed to keep up with the jump of the hero's thinking and was stunned.

"A catastrophe every hundred years, I don't know how many brilliant literary styles were destroyed by war."

He Qinghuan spoke slowly, his voice extremely heavy, "The strange beast is cruel and cannibalized. I have pity for the people in the Middle Land. No matter how old or young you are, you can eat food. If you go to school, you can only become a ingredient after twenty years. The fangs are combined, but the flesh is broken between the teeth and the seedlings are not broken. It is a blessing to invite heaven. How dare you try to pass on the inheritance?"

As the old man spoke, his eyes were already a little red. Almost all the male students below clenched their fists, filled with righteous indignation, and many of the girls began to sob.

The war once a hundred years is the thorn that pierces the hearts of all Middle-earth people, and is the deepest nightmare.

"What the Chief of the Mountain said is only the main reason, but not the fundamental one."

Everyone was immersed in sad moments, and this sentence seemed very harsh, and the hero instantly felt the true experience of "like a ray of light on his back".

"Oh? Let's hear it." He Qinghuan didn't feel offended, smiled and had a kind look.

"My younger generation believes that the most fundamental reason why our Middle-earth literary heritage is cut off every hundred years is that it is four words, cherishing it yourself.

From ancient times to the present, many people with high learning and stunning skills have once gained something, and they will put it on the shelf and hide it carefully. What is passed down to men but not women? It is like a rare treasure? It is simply stupid and ridiculous. However, they do not know that knowledge is very time-limited, just like summer insects will never know ice and snow if they don’t live until winter.

Therefore, in the eyes of younger generations, the knowledge hidden is just a pile of waste paper, and even if you wipe your butt, you feel as if you are ass…”

The hero's passion was interrupted by a thunderous sound. He turned his head to look at Tian Wanxi with a red face, and couldn't help scratching his head awkwardly.

Damn it, I was so excited that I forgot that this is a higher education institution, not a food stall that brags about the mountains.

"This... in short, only knowledge that everyone knows can develop and be real.

Just imagine, if my Middle Earth School is everywhere, children, no matter how rich or poor, can be enlightened, then as long as we have endless seedlings, the literary world will not be cut off, and the world will develop from nine pillars to twelve pillars, even sixteen, twenty-four, hundreds or thousands, forever!"

"Well said!" He Qinghuan pleaded with his hands and praised him, his voice as loud as a bell.

His eyes were staring at the hero's face like lightning, and asked, "Is this your highness's ambition?"

Hey? This is at most a good wish, ambition, etc., which is too serious, right?!

In this life, I just want to marry a few more wives, be free and easy, just live a life of life and wait for death.

The hero dared not say this. He felt that He Qinghuan was likely to slap him to death.

"Uh...this is what I want."

"Very good! Your Highness has established such ambition and a kind heart, and will be a wise ruler in the future."

He Qinghuan laughed loudly, stood up and looked around the students, and said loudly: "Today's competition, His Highness Hero won two consecutive games. Not only is he full of talent, but he also has a rare heart and noble sentiment. He should be his teacher. Why don't you pay a visit? When will you wait?"

I'll take a break! Can't the old man understand human words? I've been wasting my saliva for a long time and countless brain cells died. It's so useless!

The hero was mourning and watched hundreds of students bow down together, his calves a little twitching.

"Sir, please accept a greeting from the students!"

The mountains rumble and rushed straight to the nine heavens.

Jia Qiao was so excited that she burst into tears. Su Yanyan's pretty face turned red. Jiang Rui'er was already trembling all over, and only Tian Wanxi was very dissatisfied.
Chapter completed!