At this time, a voice sounded: "Huang Han stands up, are you here to go to school?"

Frightened, Xiao Qiang immediately closed her voice and held up the language book to cover her face and open her mouth to read, looking like a good baby.

It turned out that the head teacher had come to the classroom unconsciously, and she was attracted by Xiao Qiang's laughter, but instead of scolding Xiao Qiang, she named Huang Han to stand up, a proper double standard.

This is the reality, Xiao Qiang's parents have face and good grades, and the head teacher, a fat woman surnamed Jiang who is close to fifty years old, looks at her differently, of course she will not reprimand, but instead focuses on the scumbag Huang Han, with a look of disdain and disgust.

Huang Han did not resist, got up obediently, and calmly replied: "Report to Teacher Jiang, I am here to go to school." ”

"Nonsense, look at what the other classmates are doing? Look at you again!" Jiang Fatzi said in a fierce voice when he saw that Huang Han was neither humble nor arrogant, and he was ashamed and angry.

To tell the truth, in Huang Han's memory, this Teacher Jiang is useless, he doesn't even have the most basic teacher morality, and he never accumulates virtue in his mouth, and often insults students in class.

The most impressive thing is that she often scolds students: "The bamboo shoots on the mountain have sharp mouths, thick skin, and empty stomachs." "The stinky sticks in the pit can't be smelled, and the dance can't be danced. ”......

Scolding students is cool, primary school students are not wood, and basically no one respectfully calls her Teacher Jiang behind her back, but uses "Jiang Fat" and "Jiang Fat" instead.

Fortunately, I put up with her for more than two months at most to survive to the fourth grade, and I don't need to deal with her in the future. Next, I will meet two teachers whose character and teacher ethics make Huang Han sincerely respect.

"Haha......" the classmates laughed.

Jiang Fat's temper is short-tempered, which may be a manifestation of menopausal syndrome, thinking about her age, it is estimated that there is a chance that there will be nine times out of ten.

She scolded: "The morning reading class has started, you didn't even take out the book and still have the face to say that you came to school, take the book and stand behind the door." ”

Dizzy, less than ten minutes into school, I have experienced the pleasure of being corporal punished, and it is still the taste of memory!

Huang Han couldn't cry or laugh, he couldn't fight the teacher at this time, even if this was one of the teachers he hated the most, what could he do?

Stand, just stand, Huang Han faced more than sixty pairs of classmates' eyes and face did not change color, opened the sixth volume of the primary and secondary school Chinese textbook in his hand, and read it from the beginning, to be honest, what did he learn in the third grade, Huang Han didn't even have the slightest impression.

The classic expression on Jiang Fatzi's face reappeared, and he scolded: "Don't die with a poor face...... contempt, contempt, and banter, in short, it makes people have the urge to slap her stinky face three hundred times with the sole of their shoes.

Due to a period of disconnection in education, the teaching team at this time is more embarrassing, and the quality of many private teachers is too poor, but the situation is gradually improving, and soon many secondary school students come to teach in primary schools.

Not only is the school's teaching staff advancing with the times, the whole country will usher in the best times, and without the best, it will only be better.

Jiang Fatzi's insult Huang Han turned a deaf ear, read the language and literature carefully, and had a thought in his heart, if he really stayed in this era, wouldn't he have the possibility of starting again, how beautiful it should be.

Wouldn't those missed landscapes, those regretful lifelong past events all be changed, and the benefits brought by the reform should not be missed?

After standing for nearly forty minutes, Huang Han finished reading the sixth volume of the language book, and wondered whether to skip a grade and go directly to the fifth grade and then take the junior high school exam?

But after thinking about it, wouldn't it be too rebellious for a scumbag to evolve into a top student in the blink of an eye?

looked at his thin arms and legs, and finally decided to take one step at a time, not too alternative, self-defeating but not beautiful.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Huang Han saw that Jiang Fatzi was leaving by himself, without paying attention to his intentions, and regardless of whether he had been ordered to lift the corporal punishment, he returned to his seat.

Before her ass could sit firmly, a girl with three bars on her shoulders came to her and asked, "Huang Han, why haven't you submitted your essay yet?"

The three bars in elementary school are basically class leaders, and they are generally school masters, and to put it nicely, they are the teacher's assistants, but they are the two devils at worst.

How did Huang Han know that there was such a thing, and asked, "What is the topic of composition, and what are the requirements?"

"Haha......" Many children around who heard the conversation between the two laughed.

The squad leader had a straight face and a little adult's face, and she said: "The essay assigned by the teacher when I visited the martyrs' tombs last week was not less than 200 words. ”

I see, in my memory, primary and secondary school students have to go to sweep the grave during the Qingming Festival, and then they all have to write an essay, and now it is the middle of April, and I think it should be in time.

Huang Han said: "Trouble you to wait, I'll write to you right away!"

"Hahaha......" This time ushered in a loud laugh, the third grade elementary school students have the most headache is writing essays, and they hate the bi-weekly composition practice at the beginning of the last semester.

Listening to Huang Han, a scumbag, say it easily, everyone thinks it's ridiculous.

The squad leader was angry and funny, and jokingly said, "Okay! I'm not in a hurry, I'll just watch you write." ”

Huang Handu has written millions of words, published two books, and written an essay of more than 200 words for primary school students, and it is a topic that is written in elementary school and junior high school, and it is naturally done in minutes.

He flipped out the composition text, picked up the pen and wrote directly, "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." On this sad day, all the students of the fourth class of the third grade ...... with a heavy heart"

There was material at the beginning, there was no noise around, only the wheezing of the children was heard, and the squad leader stared at Huang Han's pen with wide eyes, with a look of disbelief.

In less than eight minutes, the whole nonsense of the primary school students' essay jumped on the paper, and the class leader and Xiao Qiang, who had been watching, as well as the children who were watching the excitement, were dumbfounded.

The squad leader knew that the number of words in this composition was enough, because one page of grid composition paper was one hundred and five crosses, and Huang Hanzu wrote two pages on the front and back, which should not be less than two hundred and seven crosses.

Xiao Qiang's exclamation sounded: "Huang Han, why is your handwriting so beautiful all of a sudden?"

Yo, this question is not easy to answer, Huang Han's pen writing when he was a child was like a ghost drawing, and he didn't start to spend time practicing calligraphy until junior high school.

But the level of such pen writing has surpassed that of more than half of the teachers, much higher than the level of Jiang Fatzi, and the children were of course shocked.

Huang Han said perfunctorily: "I used to write badly because I wasn't serious, and it was natural to write seriously." ”

Xiao Qiang was a little unconvinced, and muttered: "I've always written seriously, why do I always feel that it's not good-looking, and I can't get up quickly? How can you write quickly and well?"

The squad leader was stunned for a moment and said, "Let's sweep the tomb the day before the Qingming Festival, and it didn't rain at all that day!"

Huang Han's old face flushed, no, it should be a little blush, and then returned to normal, and he said with a heart: "It's not important, isn't it okay to get a little light rain to imply the sad feelings of the young pioneers remembering the martyrs?"

"It seems to make sense, your essay is well written, and the words are neat, you should be able to get an excellent one. The squad leader took the composition and left, leaving a sentence.

The lively children all looked at Huang Han with surprised eyes, they were really shocked by Huang Han's magical writing speed, and no one laughed or mocked them anymore.

A little boy with two bars on his shoulders said, "Huang Han, you haven't joined the team at all, you can't be counted as a Young Pioneer, right?"

At this time, not every school-age student can wear a red scarf, at least a dozen people in the fourth class of the third grade are not qualified, including Huang Han, a scumbag.

For this reason, Huang Han was really sad and sad when he was young, and he was disappointed that he could not become the successor of communism, and it was not until the fourth grade that he became a glorious Young Pioneer, and finally obtained the right to succeed.

At this time, the middle-aged uncle Huang Han grinned evilly and joked: "I have always been actively moving closer to the organization, and I have long demanded myself with the high standards of the Young Pioneers. Isn't that wrong?"

It's not a child who can take this, the second bar obediently shut up, and the friends were stunned.