Xiangchuan sat in his seat and opened the terminal. Looking at the slow installation progress bar on the terminal screen, he couldn't help complaining about how thick the textbook was.
Looking around, the eighth class of senior high school students are all in the same situation: using personal terminals to receive learning materials from the teaching terminal on the podium.
But the loading speed is quite slow! Why is it as slow as installing a Windows system!
"Well... the speed is a bit slow, probably because the campus private network is now being used for transmission." Zhu Bingwen looked at the students frowning and staring at the screen, and smiled bitterly: "All high schools use The same group of servers, school is back in session right now, and they are all distributing teaching materials."
"Can't we agree with each other to stagger the transmission time?"
The brown-haired male student sitting in the front row by the window couldn't help but complain.
"A fleet has an average of 3,000 high school students. Even if we average out the 24 hours, there are still nearly 120 schools transmitting teaching materials at the same time every hour. Suppose a school has 350 students. With ten freshmen, there are more than 42,000 students in 120 schools extracting data from the server at the same time." Zhu Bingwen explained, "Normally, so many server resources are not used in class, so this kind of thing will not happen. The problem is that it becomes more serious every time when freshmen start school."
"Isn't it possible to transmit via the space-time network?" A boy wearing glasses in the front row raised his hand and said.
"Uploading to the space-time network will firstly cause confusion in the information flow, and secondly, from the perspective of the ship group... Well, this is not convenient to say. If you are interested, you can check it yourself after class." Zhu Bingwen smiled. shrug.
Isn't it just a check and balance of resources between fleets? Xiangchuan raised her eyebrows. She had seen similar discussions while investigating modern history on the first day she time traveled. At that time, she was still thinking that she would be doing this even if she flew into the universe thirty thousand years later. To paraphrase a certain sentence The famous saying of Dimension is that human souls are still as narrow as being bound by gravity.
"By the way, teacher, which subject are you in charge of?"
Qiu Manman suddenly asked, and everyone came to their senses: That's right, their class teacher hasn't said what he teaches yet.
"I teach history, didn't you notice in the last class?" Zhu Bingwen said with a smile.
Oh, no wonder the lecture on history in the second class in the morning was so impressive. Everyone suddenly realized.
"Teacher," Kagawa raised his hand and asked, "Where did we learn the history of our high school?"
"From the Dark Virus Crisis to the past two hundred years, the time span is relatively long. High school courses basically focus on the major events within fifteen thousand years. If you want to go into detail about the transitional events, you have to wait until you go to college. Well, although the history major of our Ship Group University is not as good as that of the Eleventh Ship Group, the courses from Tianyuan 5000 to the present have still reached the average level of other ship groups."
"Is there no one from before Tianyuan 5000 years ago?"
"The records of the first five thousand years were basically lost in the dark virus crisis. At most, there are only the voyage records of the ship group stored in the historical institute."
Xiangchuan was silent. Even the records of the Tianyuan Era were incomplete, let alone the records of the A.D. Era. Incomplete history would not be used as a course study direction. In this way, she would lose her ability in various subjects. Advantage?
Xiangchuan's head ached at the thought of finishing three years of high school in a down-to-earth manner. The good news is that Tianyuan’s 20,000 compulsory education covers kindergarten to university, at least there is no need to compete for success in the college entrance examination.
Because the textbooks had not been distributed yet, neither the students nor the teachers could attend class, so the entire first grade class simply used this fourth period to communicate between teachers and students. Students in Grade 18, Grade 1, learned during the chat that their teacher Zhu Bingwen was originally from the First Ship Regiment. Due to a job transfer at home, he moved to the Third Ship Regiment with his parents and lived here for more than a hundred years. He himself is now 302 years old.
"Teacher Zhu, you are so young!"
The classmates sighed. Kagawa once again felt the difference in life expectancy between modern people and people in the 21st century. Thinking that there was a diner at home who was about the same age as his father but was over two hundred years old, he thought it would be better for him to adapt quickly.
Before the fifth period, Zhu Bingwen looked at the students in the class who were already chatting with each other and had a plan in mind.
So when the class bell rang and the students in Class 18 of Senior High School sat upright and looked at the podium, they discovered that the five characters "Class Leader Selection" had been written on the teaching light screen at some point.
Kagawa's eyes widened: Does Hyundai actually retain the class cadre system?
"Originally, I planned to wait until you get to know each other in two days before starting the selection of class leaders. But thanks to Kagawa-san, you got to know each other faster than the previous students I taught, so I just decided to take advantage of today. Let’s decide on the class leaders.”
Zhu Bingwen opened a list on the teaching terminal, which contained four job titles: squad leader, deputy squad leader, labor leader, and class activity leader.
Is it necessary to write in such a high-end and elegant way? Aren't they just the Labor Committee and the Arts Committee? Kagawa thought.
She leaned back, as if watching a show. This kind of class leader selection had nothing to do with her in her previous life, and she had no intention of getting involved in this life. Now of course she just watched her classmates perform.
"Students who want to apply for class president, please raise your hands."
As soon as Zhu Bingwen finished speaking, several students in the class raised their hands. He entered the students' names into the candidate list and then said:
"Okay, then those students who want to apply for deputy squad leader, please raise your hands."
"ah?"
Kagawa's surprised questioning attracted the attention of the whole class, which actually frightened herself.
"Huh? What's wrong? Kagawa-san, you also want to run for class president?"
As he said this, Zhu Bingwen was ready to add another name to the squad leader candidate list.
"No, no, no, I don't mean that. Teacher, please don't fill it in."
Xiangchuan was ashamed, she didn't want to add unnecessary trouble to herself.
"Then why did you make a sound just now?"
"Uh..." Looking at the curious eyes of the teacher and classmates staring at her, Xiangchuan knew that if she didn't say something, even if the teacher didn't pursue it, the classmates would definitely not let her go after class, "I was wondering, why The selection of class leader does not require candidates to come on stage to introduce themselves...?"
The more she spoke, the softer her voice became, and the eyes of those listening became wider and wider.
"Your information is already in our school's teaching archives, and you have become familiar with each other after the four classes in the morning. Do you need any more introductions?"
Zhu Bingwen guessed something in his mind, but he still asked without changing his expression.
"It's not the kind of self-introduction when you meet for the first time, but... a self-introduction based on your willingness to run and your ambitions for running for a position. For example, the person who wants to run for class president plans to lead the class in what style after becoming class president, and what kind of style he will lead the class in." What will you promise to do, etc..."
Is there such a way to campaign? The students in the class suddenly realized.
Since entering the Tianyuan Era, the selection of all elections has been handed over to AI to optimize the selection based on personal information and abilities. The form of speech contesting has gradually declined with the rise of AI technology after the Fifth World War. Entering Tianyuan Naturally, no one after the Era knew that there was such a form of election.
"So that's the case, there is such a way." Zhu Bingwen showed a look of realization, "But how much credibility can I rely on just relying on my own self-report? Who knows whether these candidates are capable of achieving what they are doing? What about the promises made during the campaign speeches?”
"Well……"
Kagawa is stuck. Indeed, in the 21st century, it is also because many politicians cannot fulfill the promises they made in their campaign speeches, leaving the people with the inherent impression that "politicians are equal to liars." On the contrary, in modern times where personal abilities are valued, the presence of AI to judge personal abilities has greatly reduced such exaggerated speeches and performances.
Just when Xiangchuan wondered if he had said something unnecessary, Ouyang Yating next to him suddenly said:
"So, how about combining the two forms?"
Combine? The students in the class began to think after hearing this. Zhu Bingwen looked at the students' expressions and nodded silently.
"Classmate Ouyang, please continue."
"Thank you, teacher." Ouyang Yating stood up from her seat, "Divide the reference value of personal campaign speeches and AI selections in half, let the selectors make evaluations based on the candidates' speeches as a reference, and then refer to the selections given by the AI. As a result, the two evaluations are combined and the selection is made based on the final results.”
This form caused the other students to start a buzzing discussion. Ouyang Yating bowed slightly and sat down. Then she noticed the gaze from the right. She knew that it was Xiangchuan who was staring at her without looking.
This kid's thinking is so flexible. Sichuan, a 21st century person who can't think of anything, thought.
"This is indeed a good method." Zhu Bingwen praised with a smile, and then looked around the students in the class: "Then, students who agree with trying this new form to select class cadres, please raise your hands."
Unexpectedly, most people raised their hands. A few, such as the brown-haired boy sitting in the front row by the window, who had nothing to do with their attitude, were obviously too lazy to raise their hands.
"Okay, then we will adopt this new format, but it will be a bit abrupt for everyone to come up and give a speech suddenly... Well, let's leave the speech until tomorrow and make a list of candidates today."
As he spoke, Zhu Bingwen turned around and continued to select other class cadre positions. This time, there seemed to be more people raising their hands.
