Studying was agonizingly hard and exhausting. Out of a hundred people, only one could persist from elementary school through college under others' supervision; out of a thousand, only one could persist from college until earning a doctorate without anyone supervising them. "Joyful learning," my ass. Put studying and a phone together and see how many students chose the former.
Even supposedly studious top students—take them away from school, teachers, and parents, then see what happened.
At this moment, Dafflin fit that rule perfectly.
At first, when the teacher covered simple material, he could still rely on his adult mind to reign supreme among elementary school students...
But when the teacher got to word problems, especially twisted word problems and exploratory problems, he was just as dumbfounded as the elementary schoolers.
For example: "1?? * ?? = 1??2."
He racked his brains and tried every combination he could think of, but still could not figure it out.
"This is impossible! Miken elementary school would never teach problems this difficult!" he shouted.
"That is why we became the wasteland." The teacher replied coldly. "Now everything follows the Eastern Continent's standards."
"Why?" Dafflin asked in confusion. "Can a few problems really solve anything?"
"Of course. Training people to think uniformly can greatly reduce the chances of certain people having sudden wild ideas in the future. While it will also greatly reduce the odds of scientific exploration, at least when someone wants to destroy the world, the education they received in school will tell them that it is not a standard answer in life, and is also an answer strictly forbidden." The teacher spoke evenly.
Dafflin fell silent.
Yes. If a child destroyed a toy, Miken encouraged it as a spirit of exploration; in the East, they would get a stern lecture.
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