At this time, in the third and fourth classes, Huang Han's words were already more effective than the squad leader Zhang Chunmei.

In order to prevent some children from grinding foreign work in self-study classes, Huang Han threatened his friends that those who do not hurry up and finish their homework seriously, and are not allowed to listen to stories during activity classes.

This trick is absolutely fatal, many little children who can't answer the questions are holding homework books to ask the class cadres and team leaders, and for a while the classroom is full of learning atmosphere, which makes Teacher Han, who comes and goes from time to time, excited.

How good are the children in this class! Why are they ranked first from the bottom in the grade? It seems that the previous class teacher was too bad, hmph, the teacher who has not received systematic education is really a mistake!

Somehow, the news of the third and fourth classes reached the ears of the principal, and he quietly came to the window of the third and fourth classes with the director of the teaching office and a middle-aged teacher to observe.

Although the classroom is not silent, even the voice of speech is not small.

But the principal, who has more than 20 years of teaching experience, can see at a glance that the children are learning, and that the children with bars on their shoulders are not gossiping, but tutoring other students.

As a result, the principal came to the conclusion that Teacher Xiao Han was a rare talent, and she must not be allowed to go to another school, and her assignment procedures must be finalized as soon as possible.

During the activity class, the whole class came to the classroom and sat up straight after a collective boo.

Huang Han's story finally talks about the childhood of the protagonist Guo Jing.

He deliberately added some ingredients to highlight how stupid Guo Jing was, and even made the six masters angry, and even the beautiful female master Han Xiaoying couldn't help but slap him, crying angrily and hiding his face.

Suddenly, Miss Han felt weird, because when Han Xiaoying appeared, there would be dozens or hundreds of pairs of eyes secretly looking at her.

She said in her heart: My name is not Han Xiaoying, my name is Han Xiaoyi.

No, it sounded like that, and she looked at the child, who was talking with a wide range of eyebrows, wondering if it was a coincidence or if the child did it on purpose.

Huang Han's stomach finally stopped being hungry, he ate steamed buns with Cheng Wenge, and stuffed some snacks in the cloth bag, all of which were small gifts from his classmates, and there was actually a persimmon among them.

This persimmon was not from the third or fourth classmate, but from Shen Xiaorong, the class leader of the third and fifth classes next door, of course, she sat next to Zhang Chunmei with peace of mind.

During this period, Shen Xiaorong tried to talk to Zhang Chunmei many times but was unsuccessful, because Zhang Chunmei at this time didn't care about anyone, and opened her eyes to listen to the story carefully.

There are more and more small heads outside the window, and there are not all children in classes 35 and 34, and even a few are from the fourth grade.

The children of Class 35 were extremely envious of their class leader, but unfortunately no one dared to follow suit, and several class cadres of Class 35 looked at each other.

They discussed that Shen Xiaorong would come forward to communicate with Zhang Chunmei, and wondered if they could invite the classmate named Huang Han, who was good at storytelling, to come to their classroom at noon tomorrow to tell the beginning of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" again.

Who knows, the class leader Lai will not come out in the classroom of the third or fourth class.

There were a few big and ten students on the periphery of the third and fourth class classrooms, which alarmed the teaching office, and when the director came to see the situation, he found the acting homeroom teacher Han standing at the back door, and he was immediately relieved and stopped meddling.

After talking for nearly half an hour, Huang Han felt that it was a little unbearable to speak again, so he announced and listened to the next decomposition.

The students immediately didn't agree, and shouted that the activity class was not over yet, and they could talk about it again.

Xiao Qiang took Huang Han's arm in a coquettish tone and said, "Huang Han, the whole class is fascinated, you can just talk about it for a while!"

Huang Han said truthfully: "Xiao Qiang, all the students who listen to the story, I am only eleven years old! Even a teacher can't bear to talk for more than an hour in an afternoon.

I feel very uncomfortable in my throat now, and if my voice is hoarse, I am afraid that I will not be able to tell stories from now on. ”

This problem is very serious, and the friends immediately do not ask to continue listening to the story, and every word you and I say is discussing how to protect your throat.

Xiao Qiang's little Lori was still complacent, she didn't speak, she was named by Huang Han in front of so many classmates from other classes, and she felt that she had more face.

Huang Han asked everyone to hurry up and go to the toilet, and suggested that Zhang Chunmei and a few class cadres go to the teacher to get the homework assigned.

Teacher Han held back his stomach full of questions, and when he saw that Huang Han was free, he appeared and said, "Huang Han, please go to the office with the teacher, the teacher has a lot of questions for you." ”

The teacher shouted, he couldn't hide, Huang Han had to agree: "Okay." "Walked over.

Teacher Han was very enthusiastic and took Huang Han's hand directly and walked side by side.

When she came to the office, she found that there were several teachers inside, so she simply took Huang Han's hand and came to the "Liuyi Hall", which is the Daxiong Hall of the original temple.

There are no Buddha statues here, and the murals that promote feudal superstition have been eradicated and white-limeed, and now it is the school's assembly hall and the activity venue for interest classes.

Huang Han was held by a big girl about twenty years old, and his heart was strange, Miss Han's hands seemed to be soft and boneless, and they were quite comfortable to hold in his hands.

The two of them came to the west side of the rostrum, this rostrum is the Buddha platform of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, with a height of more than one meter and a half, where Huang Han used to compete with other children when he was a child.

Whoever does not dare to jump from the rostrum to the ground is not a revolutionary party, and whoever sprints and climbs and cannot climb from the ground to the rostrum certainly does not meet the standards of a scout.

Huang Han was thinking nonsense, Teacher Han stopped and found that there was no one nearby, so he took Huang Han's two hands with both hands and looked at Huang Han's eyes face to face.

"I'm dizzy, what does this beautiful woman want to do? I'm not an adult yet! Huh! Her skin is white and delicate, and it's very attractive. Alas, it's a pity that there was no uproar. ”

Teacher Han was looking at Huang Han, Huang Han was also looking at her, not dodging her gaze at all, the two looked at each other for dozens of seconds, Teacher Han smiled and asked, "Huang Han, where did you hear the story you told, why has the teacher never heard it?"

This can't be nonsense, Huang Han didn't hesitate and immediately replied: ""The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is a novel written by Hong Kong people in China, which has been written for one or two decades, and is very famous overseas, and even a household name.

It's just that there are not many people in the mainland who can read it, and some things are not clear but good, I suggest that the teacher don't ask, anyway, this book is not reactionary, it is a work that promotes righteousness. ”

Miss Han is nineteen this year, and after experiencing that era, she realized that this book would definitely not be published by a regular domestic publishing house, so it was really not good to ask too much, so she immediately changed the topic.

She said: "Huang Han, helping classmates and telling stories to classmates are worthy of praise, but it is not noble to receive many small gifts from classmates. ”

Huang Hanxin said: "This Xiao Han teacher is really pure, I hope her innocence will not be consumed by the world." ”

He said, "I want to be noble, too!" but it really doesn't feel good to be hungry and pantothenic acid. It is also unpleasant to have night blindness caused by not eating meat for a long time.

I felt the urge to cry as my skinny sister watched the neighbor's children swallow as they ate cookies.

I couldn't help my mother watching her work day and night for a few mouthfuls of food, and I always felt that my parents were being dragged down, and I really wanted to save an ration when I died.

Teacher, look at my thin body, and look at my rags, can't you understand why I accepted those snacks?"

The girl who had just come into contact with the society was too kind, she couldn't stand Huang Han's sensationalism, her eyes were actually red, she was stunned for a long time, and then she took out more than three yuan and a few catties of food stamps from her pocket and stuffed them into Huang Han's pocket.

"The teacher also likes to hear your story, and this is a reward from the teacher," she said. ”

Teacher Xiao Han is an intern, and she can only get some subsidies, so she should not have started to receive her salary! These money and food stamps are probably her living expenses.

Moreover, during this period, the vast majority of normal students come from poor rural families, and there are really not many urban children with good family conditions.

The reason is that the state gives high subsidies to normal students, as long as they are admitted to the normal school, not only do they not need to pay money from their families, but they can even save allowances to subsidize their families.

Although Huang Han couldn't judge Teacher Xiaohan's family conditions, he didn't want to owe her favors, so he decisively refused to accept her gift, took out money and food stamps and put them in his soft hands, and said:

"Thank you, Mr. Han, I can't ask for these, this should be your living expenses. You must remember that there are thousands of people in need of help in this world, and you can't control it at all, live your own life, and don't suffer yourself to be famous. ”

Huang Han took advantage of the little girl's stunned and immediately rushed away, anyway, he was just a child now, and it was reasonable to run away before he finished speaking.

Teacher Han behind him muttered to himself: "This, is this a primary school student? ”

"Don't run, the teacher hasn't finished asking yet! What is going on with Han Xiaoying?"