The seeds of entrepreneurial thinking were planted in the hearts of Class 9 students in the second year of high school.
In the next two days, the students started brainstorming one after another during breaks, lunch breaks, evening self-study, etc.
Some of them are creative but very brainless.
For example, time travel, space wormhole jumping, etc. are purely science fiction.
Let alone realizing it, students in liberal arts classes can’t even understand the physical principles involved.
Some of them are creative and very realistic.
For example, how to optimize the current positioning system so that its positioning accuracy can reach within 1 meter or even smaller areas.
Compared with time travel, space jumping, etc., 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 of the creativity is very cutting-edge.
For example, Shi Mingyu proposed using human body bioelectricity to achieve true human-computer interaction, thereby achieving the virtual world envisioned by the Metaverse.
Wait wait wait.
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 wishes.
These ideas that come up through group brainstorming don't care whether they are useful or not, and don't care whether they can be realized.
The most basic thing is to write them all down.
Even if it is used as the class history of their Class 9, it is very meaningful.
Teacher Xu’s idea not only received support from the whole class, but also unexpectedly inspired a classmate’s bold idea.
Xie Siqi, who lives in the same dormitory as Wu Feng and Qiang Ge, is a student who loves history and is also the history class representative in the class.
Xie Siqi treasures all kinds of Chinese and foreign official histories, unofficial histories, and histories of emperors, generals, and ministers.
After hearing Teacher Xu’s thoughts.
Xie Siqi did something shocking.
He regarded himself as the recorder of Class 9, and actually started compiling the "class history" of Class 9 in the second year of high school!
Good guy!
A small high school class.
From formation to dissolution.
Altogether, it only lasts for 2 years.
How the hell can this be called "history"?
But Xie Siqi doesn't care about this.
Like the historians of the past, he began to visit Teacher Xu and his classmates.
Recall and record everything that happened in the last semester and the previous half semester one by one.
And there is also a separate "biography" for each student.
This made the students in Class 9 exclaim.
"Good guy, why the hell can I have a biography?"
"Hey, let's not talk about it, Lao Xie is really doing this in style."
"Listen to me, thank you."
"I'm not very familiar with history. This man is not dead. Can I write a biography?"
"There is no such statement, and no one stipulates that one must wait until he is driving to the west before his biography can be established."
"Oh, that's good."
"Hahaha, you really think too much. Lao Xie's biography is 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, as long as the students in our class know these things, it's okay to go out and show off occasionally. Don't take it seriously."
"That's right, that's the mentality."
"It's said to be a biography, but it's actually just a memoir of our Class 9."
"Hahaha, isn't this Lao Xie's obsession with history, and the word 'biography' definitely sounds more domineering than a memoir."
"Biography of Class 9, Grade 2, Zhenhua Middle School. This guy can really bluff people, hahaha."
"Look at the beginning of what Lao Xie wrote for us Liu Yunfei."
""The Biography of Flying Gods"."
"The Flying God's name is Liu Yunfei. He is from Zhongnan City. He suffered from phonophobia when he was young."
"If the voice is soft, there will be no obstruction; if the voice is sharp, the mind will be lost."
"So even though I have extraordinary talents, I have no use for them."
"In the year of the dancing elephant, the thousand-mile horse finally meets Bole."
…
"It's very literary and the writing seems quite relevant, hahaha."
"Okay, okay, Lao Xie is completely imitating the Historical Records?"
"Damn it, if you could write down the history of our Class 9 as a historical record, you would be really awesome!"
"Hahaha……"
Xu Jie never thought that he just wanted his classmates to have a good memory, so he asked them to record their creativity.
But it unexpectedly inspired Xie Siqi's creative enthusiasm.
When he accidentally saw what Xie Siqi had written, he was stunned for a full minute.
…
Fourth period on Wednesday morning.
The students are taking English class.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared at the classroom door.
"Hey, look, our Stone God is back!"
"Damn it! 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 Qingming Festival holiday. It has been almost 10 days since today."
"I don't know how our Stone God performed in the training camp?"
"Does that need to be said? It must be a powerful force to suppress 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 Stone God unconditionally!"
…
Xu Jie was very happy when he saw Shi Yunfeng coming back.
How effective is the provincial team training camp?
He wasn't worried at all.
With Shi Yunfeng's character and mentality, he will definitely try every means to improve his own strength.
Even in the Mathematical Olympiad Provincial Team, which is full of talents, it will definitely shine with its own brilliance.
Seeing the students in the classroom, everyone was extremely excited because of Shi Yunfeng's return.
Xu Jie simply changed the remaining half of the class into a self-study class, leaving the students to communicate with Shi Yunfeng on their own.
"Huh...huh...sit down, sit down, our stone gods, please sit down."
Seeing Shi Yunfeng return to his seat, his tablemate Meng Zihan quickly blew on his stool.
"Shi Shen, you've been gone for 10 days. To be honest, we still miss you."
"Hahaha, you, a grown man, are not afraid of others laughing at you when you say this to Shi Yunfeng."
"What? So it's me too? Then it's okay."
"How about the training camp? Tell us about it, and let us experience the atmosphere and feeling of being surrounded by first prizes in the provincial competition."
"Shi Shen, without you, the first place in the liberal arts class in this midterm exam was taken away by Wang Yichuan from the experimental class."
"There is no need to tell our Shi Yunfeng about such a trivial matter. He is just the first in the liberal arts class? Does it mean anything to us, the Stone God?"
"Nothing wrong!"
"Shi Shen, we will visit Grandma Xu every day after school. Don't worry, everything at home is fine."
"Yes, yes, we go there every day, you don't have to worry."
…
The classmates said something to each other and kept chattering.
Shi Yunfeng, who had just returned from the provincial capital, was both happy and moved.