Mr. Huang has been teaching for more than 20 years, and he has never seen a poor student who is neither humble nor arrogant in front of the principal.

I have never seen a poor student who gave up more than 20 yuan a year to subsidize extremely poor students.

She couldn't help but look at Huang Han carefully, and found that this child's eyes were quite hot when he looked at her, how did she know that this was actually Huang Han's memory of the good in his previous life and his grateful heart.

Seeing Huang Han bowing politely and thanking him and leaving, Principal Zhu was very strange and said, "This child is different, other children are saluting, but he is bowing, I haven't seen a student salute like this for many years." ”

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Huang began to be indignant, and said almost in a questioning tone:

"Of course this kid bows, is he going to shake hands with us?"

"Teacher Huang, you have something to say!"

"I'm just a teacher, and there are some things that don't fit to say!"

"You are also the head of the third-grade teaching group, and it is your responsibility to point out the problems that arise in the work of the school and the teachers. ”

"Yes, I've been wondering, why is a good student like Huang Han not even a Young Pioneer?"

The principal was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Is this true? No wonder he didn't salute! Was his former head teacher blind or turned a blind eye? Hmph! No matter what the reason, it is difficult to blame him!"

Then he let out a long sigh and continued: "The teaching team is mixed, and it is time to rectify it ruthlessly, and we must not let people with low quality mix in the sacred teaching team and mislead people's children. ”

The principal's implication was directed at the former homeroom teacher, Mr. Jiang, who was on sick leave at home.

Huang and Han, who are also teachers, did not answer, and the three of them chatted about the possibility of the two essays being published in "Juvenile Literature and Art", and then went their separate ways.

Teacher Xiao Han is young after all, and she can't hold her breath at all when she is a little excited.

In the morning self-study class, she announced the fact that Zhang Chunmei and Huang Han's essays were sent to the editorial office of "Juvenile Literature and Art", and said that she would look forward to the good news with the whole class.

The news was so shocking that the students were so excited that they slapped their little palms red.

Teacher Xiao Han praised Huang Han on the spot, praised him for not being self-interested and dedicated to others, praised him for giving up the subsidy for extremely poor students, and asked the school to leave the subsidy for the students who need help the most.

This is also too noble, the students really didn't expect Huang Han, who gave away what to take, to be so noble in front of the big right and wrong.

Fortunately, they haven't learned the phrase "those who achieve great things are not informal", otherwise they would have been properly placed on Huang Han's head.

At this moment, all the students looked at Huang Han with adoring eyes, and they felt like a mountain looking up.

Xiao Qiang's emotions are indescribable, fortunately, she is too young to open her love, if she is seventeen or eighteen years old, I am afraid she will have to make a promise.

Zhang Chunmei was too excited, she actually felt a little dizzy, her fantasy essay was published in "Juvenile Literature and Art", it was really like that, how glorious it should be, and what should mom and dad be happy about?

Due to the foreshadowing of Mr. Xiao Han's opening speech, the students all know that Huang Han and Zhang Chunmei's essays are all excellent works submitted for the publication of "Juvenile Literature and Art", and they all listened attentively.

In the end, Mr. Xiao Han also praised Chengwenge and gave him great encouragement.

This kid also writes about helpfulness, but it is different, not about how to help others, but about how he accepts Huang Han's help to improve his academic performance.

This kid is attentive and writes very seriously, although it is much worse than Huang Han and Zhang Chunmei's composition, but it is not inferior to most of the students.

He had never received such an honor in his life, and Chengwenge sat upright, no longer lying on the desk like before.

He seemed to have experienced the joy of learning, and his eyes were no longer foggy.

In order to motivate the students of Class 3 and 5 to redouble their efforts, Teacher Huang also disclosed the news that the essays of Huang Han and Zhang Chunmei in Class 3 and 4 were selected by the school for "Juvenile Literature and Art", and she also deliberately showed an expression of envy.

There was no applause in the third and fifth classes, and the students were silent, "If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence." "It's not quite right, it's a little too much, it's not that serious.

All in all, the third-grade king class was collectively injured, and the most seriously injured were a few top students, and Shen Xiaorong was simply scarred.

The little girl was tense all the time, and as soon as she got home from school at noon, she collapsed, lying on the bed and crying like a tearful person, which scared Shen's mother at a loss.

In the end, Shen Xiaorong sobbed and said this big grievance, and Shen's mother was angry and funny, it is a good thing for her daughter to be strong, and I am afraid it will be difficult to marry after being strong like this!

My daughter is so sad, of course Shen's mother wants to comfort her!

She said, "Xiaorong, there are hundreds of children in the third grade. It's really not easy for you to stay first all the time, don't take it too hard once in a while if you're not as good as others, it's going to be a long time to come!"

"Mom, I don't think it should be like this, if I and Zhang Chunmei and I do something so meaningful, I will definitely be able to write a wonderful essay. ”

"Well, it's possible, after all, they really went through it, and it's much easier to write about it. ”

"Mom, although I am the class president, and my classmates also listen to me, but I always feel that there are few true friends, that day you also saw Zhang Chunmei singing hand in hand, they laughed so sweetly, I envy to death. ”

"Mom has never objected to you making friends! You can also play with Zhang Chunmei often. ”

"Really, if I go to help Huang Han sell tea eggs, you won't object?"

"This ...... There are many ways to help your classmates, and you don't necessarily have to go to the street to help sell tea eggs!"

"I knew it was going to be like this! I felt like a caged bird. ”

"Forehead ......"

When Shen Xiaorong went to school at noon, she was in a little distressed, but she listened to Huang Han sing "Olive Tree" again, and the faint sadness and nostalgia for freedom were interpreted by the soul of the middle-aged uncle very well.

Listening to it, Shen Xiaorong couldn't help but cry like rain, Zhang Chunmei, Liu Xiaoli, and Zhang Qian sighed to themselves.

Zhang Chunmei, who was very arrogant, asked in surprise: "Hey, Shen Xiaorong, why are you crying, Huang Han sings very emotionally and beautifully, and it won't make you cry like this!"

Xiao Qiang is a lover, and sobbed at this time: "What's wrong with crying, my nose is sour when I hear it, and it feels much better to cry." You can't cry when you sing me!"

Zhang Qian said: "Xiao Qiang, you're boring! We don't sing as well as Huang Han, and there won't be such a big difference! We all know that you and Huang Han are childhood sweethearts, don't be so exaggerated when you praise people!"

Zhang Chunmei said: "Zhang Qian, don't talk nonsense, do you know what childhood sweethearts mean?"

"I know! It's just playing together since childhood, riding bamboo horses, picking plum blossoms, playing with mud......"

"Hahaha......"

"Am I wrong?"

"That's right, that's what it means. ”

Shen Xiaorong, who was originally a little sad and sad, was amused by Xiao Qiang and Zhang Qian, a few nervous little girls, and laughed "poof......

It's really a young man who doesn't know what it's like to be sad! Turning his head and smiling again.