This was definitely not a psychological effect - although she had previously used two examples to overturn their preconceptions about the course, causing them to take the course with a novel and serious attitude, this was definitely not enough to create such an effect. But... they felt that those boring and obscure parts were dismantled by her. For example. In the past, when Ferdinand was teaching new knowledge points, he would ask students to look up the dictionary and translate the entire new text in advance. Then during class, I will continue to explain these contents again. But this teaching assistant would give an example every time she talked about a paragraph. Maybe it's fun or funny. Maybe sad and thought-provoking. You will definitely not gain nothing - even if people who have not done any pre-class preparation and know nothing about the subject come to listen to her lectures, they will always gain something useful. This is awesome.
Many professors sitting in the back couldn't help but start whispering to each other. On the one hand, they were shocked by the quality of her lectures, but on the other hand, they were more curious about where Ferdinand found such a treasure. "The time is almost up." Turning to the last page of the lesson plan, Hitzfeld shook his head slightly with pretended regret. Including breaks, a class cannot exceed two hours. Many students in the front row looked disappointed. Really... today's class refreshed their understanding of ancient Sarai language. If possible, they really hope that this class can last until dawn. "Aglaia, go collect last week's homework." "Okay, Professor!" "As for this week's homework—" When she said this, Hitzfeld's eyes fell on Will Lawrence, causing the boy who had been paying attention to her to shudder. Damn it, she's not going to cause trouble for me alone... The boy's heart was beating like crazy. "The assignment is to design a code based on ancient Sarai language and mix the code into the text to disguise it as a text document." 希茨菲尔宣布了结果，“1-3年级，300个字符。4-6年级，600个字符。7年级，1000个字符——” There was a sudden burst of low murmurs of excitement and sadness from below. This homework is much more interesting than simple rote memorization. But... at least 300 characters are needed. Even 7th graders now only know about 1200 characters, and many of them are unused. Many students immediately started to have crooked ideas and planned to refer to other people's ideas when the time comes.
"No repetition!" Hitzfeld raised his voice. "Don't forget that I'm Dean Ferdinand's teaching assistant. I'll be the one marking your assignments from now on. So it's best not to let me find two identical ideas, otherwise..." She glanced at Will Laurence again. "Now, get out of class is dismissed." …… "Great, Professor!" After class, Hitzfeld was immediately surrounded by a group of enthusiastic students. Led by Aglaia, the girl with glasses was at the front from the beginning, and when she rushed forward, she almost bumped into Hitzfeld again. "Here's their homework from last week, Professor!" "Professor, professor! Are you still substituting for the class next week?" "Professor, why don't we propose to Dean Ferdinand that you come to teach..." These furry kids... Hitzfeld suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. "Just leave your homework there, Aglaia." "As for you, Andy...I'm afraid you won't be seeing me on the podium next week." "You don't have to be too disappointed. Dean Ferdinand's level is actually far higher than mine. The only thing he lacks is... um, the spirit of flexibility." It takes more effort to deal with these students than to prepare for and teach the lessons combined. But this is not the end. After the students came the professors, who were all optimistic about Hitzfeld’s future potential. They came over to get to know her and express their goodwill towards her. Especially Paul Drake, the dean of the School of Mechanical Engineering, praised the class highly and even invited her to his home. In comparison, Bisius was much more reserved. He just mentioned it briefly and said he was looking forward to her subsequent performance. I'm afraid you will be disappointed. Hitzfeld agreed on the surface, but he actually disagreed in his heart. This class basically drained away all the accumulation she had accumulated during this period, and for a long time afterwards, she was not qualified to give lectures. Moreover, she herself had no interest in being a lecturer or professor. In her opinion, handling individual cases was much more interesting. "Remember to check and rate yourself according to the standards I told you, and record the scores on the health form." Sixus congratulated her while also fulfilling his responsibilities as a doctor. Threatening her at the same time: "If you don't want me to dissect you..."
After dealing with these people, Hitzfeld, holding a stack of homework books, followed the same path to the tower, pulled out a brass key from his head with difficulty, and opened the office of the dean of the Theological Seminary. "call!" She threw a stack of homework on the table and sat in Ferdinand's previous position to rest. It consumes a lot of energy, but I should be able to hold on for a while. It was just right that she could use this time to correct her homework. She did it as she thought. She pulled out a red ink pen from her temple again and started the correction project. This technique of pulling things out of the head was given to her by Sisyphus Cop. This is possible because Puslint is a dream city. This is a dream. It's part of the dream. As long as it is something that has been "strongly memorized", it can be directly extracted from the conscious level by recalling it hard. But how do other things exist? While correcting the papers, Hitzfeld was distracted by the various decorations in the office. Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about the homework she is doing. There are also tables, chairs, bookshelves, sofas... Even the entire Dream City. Things like lesson plans, handouts, books, and pens can be pulled out from memory. But the limitations are huge, and it will disappear without the control of the owner. Then why didn’t the entire Dream City disappear? What kind of force keeps them in existence? Unconsciously, the old face of Grace hidden in the shadows appeared before her eyes again. The person who holds all these secrets is the principal of Puslint. What exactly is that secret... "Dong dong dong." A knock on the door. "?" Hitzfeld looked up in confusion. Who would come to the office at this time?
Several figures flashed through my mind. Ah! Hitzfeld suddenly - woke up as if from a dream! The agreement with Xia—she actually forgot! Quickly go around the table and open the door. "...?" Breath hitched. A tall, thin figure, with a hood and shadow covering the upper half of the face. "Good evening, Hitzfeld." The headmaster of Puslint. The people who had led the applause for her twice before stood quietly outside the office. "Can you please let me in to talk?" Chapter 26 Secrets There were only a few people left in the auditorium. "Aren't you leaving?" Alfred stood up and saw that Xia Yibing was still motionless. "I have an appointment with her." The woman looked up. "You guys go first, I'll continue waiting for her." Alfred nodded and left. Zafira also had her own things to do, so she followed. Ethan was about to leave as well, but he hesitated before leaving. "that……" "how?" "Hitzfeld, she's been suspicious of Ferdinand lately." "……oh?" "I hope you can give her some advice." Ethan frowned, "After all, the things and people involved here are really..." "I think it's okay." Xia Yibing interrupted him, "You believe too much in human nature, Ethan. I know it's not your fault, but you also have to understand that you have to be skeptical about it - there must be people who hold this opinion." "For checks and balances?"
"No, it's purely for survival." “…” Ethan frowned even deeper, and after thinking for a while, he nodded slightly: “I can understand.” But he didn't agree. As Ethan left, Xia Yibing was the only one left in the auditorium. She just sat there quietly, her eyes looking towards the podium in front of her, as if searching for traces left by someone. The office of the dean of the Seminary.