On the Seven Towers

The classroom had a large window for light transmission, but due to the poor quality of the glass, the school could only make more panes and then insert smaller pieces of glass. The back door of the classroom was open, and the teacher's voice came from inside: "My motherland is China..."

She read it once, and the children below followed her. Ola looked in through the crack of the door and saw more than 30 children aged five or six to eleven or twelve, sitting in groups of two behind a crude long table, shaking their heads and following the teacher to read these words.

Most of these children were dressed simply and looked like children of civilians and slaves, but sitting in the classroom at this moment touched her deeply. She never knew that those dirty little ghosts could sit in the classroom in such an orderly manner and also have eyes that thirst for knowledge.

"China... is it your country?" Ola asked.

"Yes." Ji Yijun sighed and said, "It's far away. But now that we are here, China is naturally here too."

"You like this name so much?"

"Of course, I like it anyway. It's a country with a history of 5,000 years. Humph, you don't know how beautiful our mountains and rivers are, how big our cities are, and how many people there are." Ji Yijun pointed to the students in the classroom, "These little ghosts will be one of us in the future, and they will also know our history, legends and culture."

"They don't look like you."

"They all have two eyes and one mouth, right? That's enough."

Ola rolled his eyes and said, "Can we sit down and listen for a while? You see there's an empty table in the back."

Ji Yijun showed an embarrassed look: "Not good? It disturbs the children's class."

But Ola didn't care about him, and dragged him into the classroom with his fighting spirit, so there were two more "college students" in the classroom. The children in the room became excited, whispering to each other, and no longer attended the class properly. The female teacher who was teaching angrily smashed the blackboard brush on the podium and said angrily: "Ji Yijun!"

"Xiao Lian, this is not my fault. It was this guest who wanted to listen to your class. This is a very important foreign affairs task."

The female teacher's knife-like eyes swept back and forth between the two people, and finally shouted: "Shut up and continue the class."

"I think she is targeting you." Ola whispered after a while.

"Ahem, between her and me... well, there are some small misunderstandings. It's all in the past." Ji Yijun whispered.

"But why does she always mention that men who dare not take responsibility cannot become pillars of the country and are the scum of scum? What does scum mean?"

"There is a saying that goes "read without understanding", which means that we should not dwell on details."

"But..."

"There is also a saying that if you talk nonsense because you missed the sunset, you will miss the starry sky."

"Wow, this is so beautiful."

"Because I said it. Listen, the teacher is talking about the Great Wall!"

Ora listened to a class with great interest, and Ji Yijun took her hand and rushed out of the classroom like a fly.

Running to the corridor, Ora held her stomach and laughed for a long time. Finally, seeing Ji Yijun's face getting darker and darker, she pursed her lips and praised: "This Great Wall is really magnificent, and it should also play a role in resisting foreign enemies, but what if the other side has mid- and high-level warriors?"

"Is your wall a defense expert? As long as ordinary soldiers can't get through, it's fine." Ji Yijun said unhappily.

"That's right." Ora nodded in agreement.

The two of them continued to walk forward. Every time they came to a classroom, Aura would stop and listen for a while. They walked through four or five classrooms in a row, and there were children in class. Aura could understand a lot in Chinese class, but she was a little confused when she was talking about fractions in math class. However, she listened to the music class for a long time and even sang for a while. When she was about to leave, the bell rang. Students walked out of the classroom in groups of three or two and walked towards the cafeteria.

"Are you going to train every child as a noble?"

"Noble?" Ji Yijun smiled and said, "How is that possible."

"But... I think they will learn more than me in the future."

"Why, are you worried that you are not as good as them? Then come to class."

"Really?" Aura looked at Ji Yijun with sparkling eyes, but then her expression dimmed again: "Alas, people like me can't make their own decisions."

Ji Yijun was about to say something when someone behind him called out: "Brother Ji!"

He looked back and saw a handsome boy waving at him.

"Hey, middle school students are here."

"We middle school students are not much better than primary school students except that we are older and know more words." The boy said with a smile, "We have many classes with them."

"This is Krit." Ji Yijun patted Krit on the shoulder, "This is Miss Aura, well, she is a visiting guest."

The two greeted each other, and Ji Yijun said, "Let's go. It's rare to see you go to school. Let's go and try the food in the cafeteria."

The cafeteria is on the ground floor of the middle building. The style is similar to Ji Yijun's middle school cafeteria, with long tables and benches, and a plate for each person, but the tableware is made of wood, and the environment is much worse.

Ji Yijun took out the voucher and paid for Aura's meal. This is the temporary currency used within the school. The three began to line up for food.

Aura saw that Ji Yijun took her to the end of the line, and there were many teachers and classmates in front of her. She couldn't help but wonder, "We have to line up too?"

"Why don't we queue up?" Ji Yijun asked.

"Because, because I am..."

"Sister Ola, this is the rule here. If my teacher Xiao Chen were here, he would also queue up." Crete said.

"Perhaps he was ranked like this at the beginning, but can he continue to be ranked in ten, twenty, or one hundred years? Even if he becomes a great magician?"

"It would be nice to have an intermediate mage willing to queue up, right?" Crete said.

Aura followed the team helplessly, but when she saw the contents of the meal, she was surprised again. There were eggs, meat, fish, vegetables, and white dough (steamed buns). To be honest, she was in her own camp You can't eat these things every day. Although there is a limit to each student here, they can all eat these.

When the three of them sat down, she couldn't help but ask: "Why are you so generous? Let these civilian children eat such good food. I don't understand."

Ji Yijun raised his chin and said, "Crete, tell me why?"

Crete took a bite of the food and said, "Sister Ola, I don't know much. However, our teacher taught a simple truth. Talent is the most important wealth of a country."

"I understand this. My brother said that the people are the lambs and we are the herdsmen who are grazing. If the sheep go in the wrong direction, we will use whips to pull them back. If they eat grass well under our discipline, we can To obtain wool, that is, wealth.”

"No, you are wrong. We never regard a person as a lamb. At least... I don't think so." Ji Yijun shook his head, "On the contrary, I regard them as a member of this country. The more citizens of a country, The more powerful a country is, the better it can protect everyone's interests. I am not a political scientist, but my understanding of the country and its people is so simple and straightforward. A chance for a child to grow up well. You have to know that we don’t have an emperor or a king. Maybe our next generation of leaders will appear among these children?”

"I'm suddenly a little scared." Aola held the fork but didn't move. She looked at Ji Yijun, her eyes were a little less lively, but more fearful, "I can't explain why, but I always feel that you... It will turn the world upside down."