Chapter 34: Hormonal Trouble

Most of the evening self-study is without a teacher, and the classroom becomes a paradise for optimists. Zhang Ping and Zhou Zhibin smiled mysteriously, and Dahong said, "Can you two settle down a little?" Zhou Zhibin squeezed his eyebrows, and Zhang Ping pointed and said, "Dahong, look at the glorious image of someone Han." "Is it envy or jealousy?" "Hahaha, it's both."

It turned out that Han Shujun, the acting squad leader, looked at Zhao Shuifen in a daze again.

Zhao Shuifen is tall but has lost some symmetry, the bridge of her chin and nose is obviously concave, and she speaks like shouting at an empty jar and sulking. Nickname: Gillless vertebrate. Because she is the daughter of the head of the district grain station, in the current era of food shortage, natural people are half a year old.

Han Shujun is of medium height, looks kind-hearted, and when he entered the school, Lao Tang was designated as the substitute class leader. I was almost expelled from junior high school when I fell in love, and when I entered high school, my old illness relapsed, and my classmates jokingly called: Love Class President. Every time he heard Zhao Shuifen call him squad leader Han in a sullen voice, he had a special feeling in his heart, so that he had no scruples in front of the public.

Suddenly, Dahong was slapped on the back, and when he looked back, he saw that it was an old poor peasant running to join in the fun. He was sent to high school by the light of an orphan, and his grades were worse than Wu Chunwang's. But he was outstanding in cleaning or farm work, and the nickname of "old poor peasant" was born. He put his hands on Dahong's shoulders and asked knowingly, "Why are you laughing at?" Dahong didn't squeak, Zhang Ping said: "Old poor peasant, you can really pretend to be stupid." "Ahhh

So, the two sang and joined together, Zhou Zhibin added fuel to the fire, and Zhang Ping's haha broke through the roof quickly.

Old Tang pushed the door in, and the frolicking stopped abruptly.

The next day, the class bell rang, and Zhao Wenxiong walked up to the podium. He was in his forties, with a tall and wide forehead, short-sighted glasses, a pure black tunic and a white shirt, and a wind collar button at all times. He glanced at the classroom and commented on the composition: "Last time I wrote the essay, the best writer was still Yang Dahong. It adopts the genre of short novels, with rigorous structure, smooth writing, beautiful language, and outstanding characters. The downside is that some of the words are stiff and the descriptions are not very realistic. Later, I will comment on them one by one as a model article. In addition, Yang Huamei, Li Weiwei, Zhang Ping, Wang Yanqing, Liu Biqiong, Du Zhongkui, Zhou Zhibin and other students also wrote well. The worse ones are Han Shujun, Wu Chunwang and other classmates. By the way, our Han squad leader, uh, how did you write it? If you go on like this, you can't do it. ”

Laugh.

Zhao Wenxiong read Fan Wen, Liu Biqiong held her head, and looked at Dahong in a daze.

A beautiful melon seed face, fashionable and decently dressed, smooth and graceful body curves, elegant manners, and top-notch academic performance, is one of the objects of criticism in the boys' dormitory.

Hua Mei inadvertently found it, smiled secretly, and looked down at her composition. When she went down the stairs after lunch, she whispered to Dahong: "Dahong, you have frequent good news in your studies, and Sister Juxiang has not let go of her in love, and Sister Biqiong has caught up again." Hee-hee-hee. "Is it admiration or jealousy?" "Don't say it, it's really a little inexplicably jealous."

Zhao Wenxiong's criticism of Han Shujun for not itching or hurting naturally had little effect. At the self-study that night, he launched a more fierce offensive. The old poor peasant giggled and said, "Zhang Ping, New World!" Zhang Ping was in high spirits and played an octave haha. So, the optimists went all out and stirred up the classroom like a free market.

Han Shujun smiled a little embarrassed, Zhao Shuifen was a little confused, Hua Mei was doing her homework, Dahong was immersed in reading, Wang Yanqing took the initiative to cater to him, Du Zhongkui glanced at his heart and said, "Sparrows are making trouble in the forest." ”

The classroom finally returned to calm, and Han Shujun continued to pretend to be confused, and threw himself down to listen to Zhao Shuifen's lecture. He thought: "I used to let Zhang Ping's old poor peasants make a few bastards, but now the opportunity is here again." His head was getting closer and closer to Zhao Shuifen's face, and he could even feel her body temperature. Zhao Shuifen thought: "I first felt a little bit about him, but I didn't expect him to become more and more depressed, thinking about it all day long, and his academic performance dropped sharply, especially the composition is equivalent to the old poor peasants and the like, this election is the official class committee ......" She moved her body and took the initiative to distance herself, Han Shujun thought that she was hinting at letting him sit down, so he sat down next to her and said: "Shuifen, your voice is so good." "Really?"

Zhao Shuifen responded coldly, but Han Shujun felt that the time to charge had finally arrived. His hand trembled and he reached out a heavy love letter and sent it to her. She took it and wrote on the back: "Concentrate on studying!! "Just go back. Han Shujun was resentful and humiliated, got up and went to the toilet, tore the love letter to shreds, threw it into the dung pit, and said to himself: "Hmph, what's wrong, the sullen voice is ugly." Bah! ”

At the class meeting, the official class committee is elected by secret ballot. Lao Tang announced the results of the unified vote: "Yang Dahong has forty-five votes and is elected squad leader." Warmly applauding, Han Shujun's face turned red, and Dahong thought: "It would be nice if Ju Xiang also sat in the classroom!" ”

After dinner, Dahong was drying clothes in the corner of the bedroom, and he didn't pay attention to dropping Han Shujun's clothes on the ground, Han Shujun rushed up to grab him, and couldn't help but say that he had a big fight, and he retreated and apologized repeatedly.

"Lao Tzu makes you proud!"

Han Shujun roared angrily with a string of fists, and Dahong couldn't dodge being beaten and had a long nosebleed. So he hurriedly turned around and jumped, relayed the force, and pushed another palm on his back, Han Shujun staggered a few steps and fell to grab. Zhang Junliang, Zhang Ping, Li Zhe, and Wu Chunwang ran to prop him up to the ground, and Wang Yanqing muttered in her heart: "Han Shujun, the turtle son has met an opponent." How proud are you and Lao Tzu fighting for girls in junior high school? So he added fuel to the fire and said, "What a bully, beat!" ”

Da Hong glared at Wang Yanqing, and when he saw Li Zhezhao kicking Han Shujun's head, he was so frightened that he screamed in fright. Dahong shouted: "Li Zhe, don't come nonsense!" Step up and push him away with a palm: "Let him go." ”

Everyone was puzzled, Han Shujun was dumbfounded, and Dahong picked up his clothes from the ground to wash.