Huang Han looked at it, except for the few that Xiao Qiang shouted, there were seven or eight classmates in the classroom.

One was fifteen years old and had repeated a grade three times, probably in two copies in each grade.

He's either stupid or stupid, and probably belongs to the kind of person whose intelligence is below average.

He used to be second only to Huang Han and several classmates except for the mentally handicapped in the class, and he played well if he was ranked tenth from the bottom.

It was obvious that this child was very lonely, and Huang Han, who was so idle, suddenly had a whim and decided to be an angel to comfort that lonely heart.

"Chengwen Pavilion sit down, everyone sit down, and I'll tell you a wonderful story. Huang Han beckoned.

Cheng Wenge's current height is close to 1.7 meters, and he was relatively tall when he was in the second first grade, and was nicknamed "Silly Big Man" by his classmates.

Of course, he has a sense of shame, where is he embarrassed to play with a group of children who are half a body shorter than him, and besides, it is easy to have accidents when playing, and the thin arms and legs of children cannot withstand his collision.

Therefore, during recess and activity classes, he basically sat in the last row of seats in a daze.

Although Chengwenge's face is immature, he is already a proper adult from the back, maybe there is a generation gap, and basically no one among his classmates talks to him.

Huang Han, who was praised by the math teacher today, told him to listen to the story, and he felt that it was quite sudden, and it was even more wrong to go and ignore it.

Huang Han continued to beckon, there was a big meaning that Chengwen Pavilion would not speak if he didn't come, Xiao Qiang, Kang Jing and the girls were not happy, and they all shouted.

These are all good students in the class, and they are what Cheng Wenge needs to look up to, and they are all waving, even though Cheng Wenge is reluctant, he still leaves the last row of seats and sits behind Wang Yu.

Huang Han cleared his throat, he was talking about "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", one of the culprits that caused him not to be admitted to a better high school.

When Huang Han was young, he was quite obsessed with this book, and he read it no less than ten times, which can be described as quite familiar.

In this era, primary school students can only read the politically correct articles in "Juvenile Literature and Art".

Even so, when the people of the whole country are generally poor, it is only families like Xiao Qiang who are willing to subscribe to "Juvenile Literature and Art".

Huang Han is good at storytelling, and he is also good at teaching children to learn, because he once tutored his son who refused to study since he was a child, and accompanied him until he graduated from high school and sent him to college.

At this time, martial arts novels had not yet swept the country, and scar novels were showing signs of a big explosion, and it was impossible for primary school students to read scar novels, so they basically did not touch novels.

As soon as the martial arts story began, more than a dozen friends were attracted, and even Cheng Wenge stared at Huang Han's face without blinking, it seemed that such a story was more suitable for him.

At this time, Zhang Chunmei, the class leader, and Wei Hongxing, the representative of the math class, each walked into the classroom with a stack of homework books, thinking that there were homework books that had been reviewed.

The cadres of the two classes were attracted and sat down from a distance, but after listening to it for a few minutes, they were not satisfied with their position, and squeezed to Xiao Qiang and Kang Jing.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong have not yet appeared, and just the supporting role of Qiu Chuji has touched all the children who listen to the story.

Suddenly, there was a commotion, and seven or eight students rushed into the classroom.

Zhang Chunmei, who was listening attentively, found that Huang Han stopped looking at the door of the classroom, and immediately stood up and shouted with a straight face: "Don't speak!"

After being an official for a long time, there will be official authority, Zhang Chunmei is the class leader in the first grade, and after nearly three years of training, the small appearance of commanding has been cultivated, and it is just right to bluff the little friends.

During the activity class, everyone is a free person, not only allowed to talk but also run, jump, and make trouble, but unfortunately under the authority of the class leader, no one argued, and they all obediently shut up.

Zhang Chunmei stopped the noise, smiled at Huang Han, and said softly: "Huang Han, you go on!"

What is the situation? Why would the fierce squad leader treat Huang Han so gently, and what are you talking about? The little friends looked at each other, and their minds were full of big question marks.

Huang Han saw that there were a lot more people in the classroom, and when he continued to tell the story, he raised his voice and told Qiu Chuji against the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan vividly, but unfortunately he was only halfway through the story, and the electric bell rang, and the activity class should be over.

The number of children listening to stories in the classroom has been increasing, the number has reached half, and more than 30 people who are sweating outside and are excited are running back to the classroom at this time, and they are suddenly noisy.

Huang Han stopped telling the story and learned the tone of a storyteller: "I want to know what happened next, and listen to the next breakdown, goodbye to the audience!"

Xiao Qiang, who was in a hurry, suddenly stopped doing it, pulled Huang Han's arm and said, "How can there be such a thing, I won't talk about it just now, will you tell us a little more?"

Huang Han said badly: "Little beauty, you don't respect the working people! I have been talking hard for half an hour, my mouth is dry and my stomach is grumbling with hunger, and it is time to rest." Let's talk about who is responsible for being tired. ”

It's not a lie that the stomach is growling, a big bowl of multigrain rice and a few mouthfuls of green vegetables at noon have no oil and water, and I am already hungry at this time.

Zhang Chunmei knew that it was about to be time for the teacher to assign homework, and the class was in a mess, and it was unrealistic to continue to tell the story, so she said: "Huang Han, your story is so good, we will continue to listen to you tomorrow." ”

Huang Han didn't give a promise, and said lightly: "It depends on the mood!"

Xiao Qiang asked, "Why do you want to look at your mood? Everyone loves to hear your stories." ”

"If you're in a bad mood, your mood is naturally not high, and you won't be able to tell the story!"

The little girl was very innocent and asked, "How can I make you feel good?"

Huang Handa: "Eating and drinking should be pleasant, and there should be strength to tell a story." ”

Xiao Qiang said with regret: "So that's the case! I knew that I wouldn't finish all the biscuits." ”

At this time, Cheng Wenge walked up to Huang Han and handed over a steamed bun, and said with some embarrassment: "This steamed bun is for you, it's very clean, I ...... it."

Cheng Wenge's father is a driver of a multimodal transport company, and although he goes on a business trip for three days, the family's economic conditions are better than those of ordinary cadre families.

It's not surprising that people who get paid dead wages can't compare with people who earn living money.

Chengwenge is the time to grow the body, Cheng's mother will bring some food to her son, today I listened to the story and fell into the mind, and I forgot to eat the steamed bun I was carrying, so I took it out as a gift at this time.

With his family background, he can eat meat buns, it is possible that his parents considered that the meat buns were cold and could not be eaten, so they gave steamed buns, or it is possible that his family eats meat is the norm and did not take the meat buns more seriously.

This is a fact, the driver of later generations is a low-end worker, get up early and bring the poor quality of life every day to be tired like a dog, the status of the driver in this period is high, and it is normal for the related households in the villages and towns below to send some chickens and ducks, pork, poultry eggs, peanuts and so on.

Moreover, Hucheng, the municipality closest to Nansu Province, did not need meat tickets at all in the past few years, and a few catties of pork could be bought, and drivers often had the opportunity to run to Shanghai, so it was relatively easy to get meat.

Hunger affects the long body, Huang Han is not pretentious at all, Dafang took the steamed bun and took a bite, and said: "Thank you, just rush at your steamed bun, I must let you sit next to me and listen to the story tomorrow." ”

Cheng Wenge, who was a little nervous, felt very proud when he saw Huang Han eating the steamed buns in front of so many classmates, and returned to his seat with a smile on his face.

Xiao Qiang screamed: "What are the steamed buns! I'll bring you milk candy to eat tomorrow, two, the white rabbit's, I usually don't want to eat it!"

Alas, it's a shame to be reduced to deceiving children's candy, but fortunately Huang Han is thick-skinned.

He said: "Okay, there is sugar to eat, there are steamed buns to eat, it must be strong, tomorrow will definitely let you and Chengwenge hear the best story." ”

Kang Jing, a good student from a good family, listens to the story the most, just like she treats studying, she actually habitually raises her hand to ask to speak.

Huang Han looked at her and smiled and asked, "What do you want to say about Kang Jing?"

"I, I, I'll bring you biscuits tomorrow, the sandwiched kind. ”

"Wow!" The friends were stunned, many children had never seen the high-end goods of sandwich biscuits!

Huang Han still smiled, and said shamelessly: "Thank you, I will never forget you when I tell the story." ”

Kang Jing smiled shyly and didn't speak again.

What is the situation? What kind of story is it? More than 30 students who did not listen to the story looked confused, and they were all talking to each other.