Journey to the West: Life Simulation of Sun Wukong

After breakfast, the three rushed to the classroom.

Today was Monday, so the first class was history.

Zhao Xinglong entered the classroom on time and immediately realized upon seeing Su Jie that Su Jie's vitality surpassed his, reaching a level he currently could not match.

Could the energy organism have enhanced him so much?

Although puzzled, Zhao Xinglong did not say anything and just continued with the class.

Ming Lun had no concept of skipping grades.

Even if Su Jie's vitality broke a hundred, he still needed to progress step by step; after all, rushing for quick success was a big taboo.

"Today, we are going to have an extraordinary history class. It is still about observing history up close, but it involves understanding it from the perspective of minor characters of the era."

After Zhao Xinglong finished speaking, the classroom environment changed dramatically. Everyone understood that they had once again entered a historical illusion.

This type of immersive experience was not available at universities outside.

In such a teaching experience, students could personally feel the environment of that time and, by comparing with the present, would gain a better understanding of history.

The group appeared between mountain ridges, where a railway track lay.

Woo—

The sound of a train horn echoed.

The group looked over.

On the other side of the tracks, eight purebred horses with high-stepping strides were making the wheels clash loudly against the rails as two train coaches galloped through the rugged mountains in a fantastical scene of "horses pulling a train."

Steam billowed up from the train's chimney, passing by the students.

Su Jie and the others clearly saw that the steam was actually hot air coming out of a huge hotpot inside the carriage.

Sitting around the hotpot was a man with a comical face, a dignified woman, and a sleazy-looking middle-aged man.

Since Su Jie and the others were just observers, their figures were not visible to these people; these NPCs could not see them.

This history class would involve observing the lives of minor characters from an outsider's perspective.

Zhao Xinglong began to explain, "The guy singing over there is Ma Bangde. In this era of warlord chaos, he is a commoner who bought his official position, aiming solely to make money."

"And that woman is his newlywed wife, while that advisor is having an affair with Ma Bangde's wife."

Zhang Manman sneered,"Those who do not respect themselves... her end will definitely not be good."

"Indeed."

Zhao Xinglong looked indifferent, "However, in this turbulent era, a woman like her could only live so humbly. You should be glad you were not born in that age."

All the students were silent, especially the girls, who were thinking what it would be like if they were born in that era.

Under Zhao Xinglong's guidance, the students entered the train carriage.

The carriage wasn't big, but since the students were all in observer mode, they felt no crowding.

"At the end of the heavens~"

"At the corner of the earth~"

"Half of my dear friends are lost~"

"A pot of muddy wine to enjoy the remainder of our joys~ mountains beyond the sunset!"

In the eyes of the group, Ma Bangde and his wife sang this song by Li Shutong, a famous music and literary figure from the end of the Qing dynasty, who was a thinker with advanced ideas.

This song, all the students present had heard of it, and even sang it during their graduation from elementary, middle, and high school.

The song used Western music for the melody but was filled with Chinese poetic rhythm in its lyrics.

Zhao Xinglong explained, "In this era, the trend of admiring everything foreign was prevalent, so when Li Shutong created this song, he likely aimed to inspire the citizens to value Chinese culture."

"Moreover, the background of this song was written by Li Shutong for his friend Xu Huanyuan after the revolution failed and Xu experienced a downfall due to a restoration turmoil," (Yuan modified to ape to prevent censoring).

"Therefore, this song, in addition to expressing regret over the farewell of a friend, also expresses regret over the failure of the revolution."

Su Jie's eyes flickered.

In high school history textbooks, such content was never mentioned... Indeed, how could that thin textbook ever encompass all of this?

Only regret remained.

Though Zhang Manman was spiritually perceptive, she thought of another point, "The story of these three people is a predestined tragedy. They might think singing such a song is refined, but little do they know, fate has already sealed their destinies."

Zhao Xinglong neither agreed nor disagreed, simply saying, "Keep reading."

After the three had sung, Tang extolled them while chewing on chopsticks and clapping exaggeratedly, saying involuntarily, "Good! Good!"

Ma Bangde smiled brightly, "Tang, is it the food or the music that's good?"

Tang revealed his yellow teeth, looking even more vulgar, "Both sound good, both taste good, all good, all good!"

And while Tang was praising them, Ma Bangde's wife tightly pursed her lips, her eyes drifting, seemingly proud of something.

Ma Bangde said loudly, "I, Ma someone, have traveled far and wide, relying on being both literate and martial, unique in every aspect. Not just in eating, drinking, and having fun, but also appreciating the beauty of seasons and flowers."

"Hahaha!"

With this said, all three laughed heartily.

A classmate sighed, "In this era, it is precisely these kinds of people that lead to so much tragedy, carefree and joyous inside the carriage, while outside is widespread suffering."

Zhao Xinglong shook his head, "Is it the era that shaped these people, or the people that led to this era?"

Everyone fell silent, unable to answer.

But in their hearts, they all had their own answer—both were influencing each other.

In this era, the currents are such that the power of individuals is too frail to resist the era.

At that moment, Tang again spoke at length, "County Mayor Ma's demeanor is just like: 'When a great wind stirs, the clouds fly!'" Alwaysreadatthesource—MV@LEMP@YR.

"Nonsense!" the lady laughed and scolded.

"Haha." After a big laugh, Ma Bangde said, "Liu Bang was a petty man."

"Whereas 'Pulling up mountains, spirit covers the world!'" Tang raised his wine glass and spoke again.

"Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense!" the lady laughed and scolded again.

Zhao Xinglong suddenly spoke up, "Do you hear what Tang is really saying?"

A classmate spoke up, "Is he flattering this county mayor?"

"Anyone have a different view?"

"Eh, isn't that it?" Chen Tian Yuzi asked timidly.

"It's not." Zhao Xinglong looked at Su Jie, "Su Jie, as class president, what do you think?"

After thinking, Su Jie replied, "I'm not very clear about the history of the Chu-Han contention, but I seem to have seen on a science and education channel that when Liu Bang wrote 'Great Wind Song,' he was inspired while passing his hometown after defeating Ying Bu, but died from his injuries upon returning, not to mention 'Pulling up mountains, spirit covers the world.'

"These two lines imply a praise of someone's heroic spirit reaching the skies, but given the historical context, it seems like cursing someone to die."

"And since the teacher mentioned that Tang had an affair with Ma Bangde's wife, I think Tang is cursing Ma Bangde to die, and this lady..."

Halfway through speaking, Su Jie paused for a moment, his eyes slightly shifting, "is no simple character; she seems to have already discerned the hidden meaning in Tang's words, thus she's scolding him as spouting nonsense."

"But the lady didn't say it outright, and even her eyes carried a smile, indicating that although she is cultured, she doesn't care about Ma Bangde."

"More importantly—"

At this moment, Ma Bangde got up, pulled back the curtain, and invited the guards who had played music in the previous carriage to join them for hotpot and singing.

And in just that brief moment, Tang actually leaned over to the lady and stole a kiss!