As soon as Huang Han returned to the classroom, Zhang Chunmei, who was writing the question in the middle of the blackboard, turned around and asked eagerly: "Huang Han, what did Teacher Han tell you?"

The friends in the class all looked curious. Huang Han said: "The teacher praised me for telling the story well and said she liked it too.

She told me to protect my voice and suggested that I should not tell stories for more than forty-five minutes every day. She thought that fifteen minutes longer than the storytelling "The Legend of Yue Fei" that was played every day was enough."

"Oh! So that's what happened! It's really a lot of time to listen to stories in one class every day."

Huang Handao: "Starting from tomorrow, we will not tell stories during recess, lest many students forget to use the toilet, and many students do not even have time to buy breakfast."

Zhang Chunmei nodded and said: "Yes, yes, it's just right to arrive at school half an hour early at noon, plus use half of the activity class time."

Huang Han looked at the other two class leaders who were writing questions on the blackboard and knew that Teacher Gui must be lazy.

If there are many homework assignments that need to be assigned, the class teacher will do it himself. Under normal circumstances, the class leaders will do it for them.

Children write chalk strokes very slowly. Zhang Chunmei is a kid, so she often organizes three class cadres to take turns to write questions on the blackboard. This not only prevents herself from getting hurt, but also saves time and makes a favor.

Good students in this period all love the class and are proud to be able to help the teacher. It is a glorious thing to be able to write questions for classmates on the blackboard. Everyone strives for it. Students with poor grades are simply not qualified.

If any poor student goes up to write a question, the students below will boo or directly boo the poor student off the stage.

Huang Han asked Zhang Chunmei: "Squad leader, how many more questions do you have to copy on the blackboard? Do you want me to help you?"

"Okay! Okay! There are three math application questions, which are quite long. I'll help you move a stool."

Huang Han is five centimeters shorter than Zhang Chunmei. If the question is written too low, students sitting at the back of the classroom may not be able to see it.

When the whole class saw the always arrogant monitor busy moving a stool for Huang Han, they all looked at him with admiration.

Huang Han was not vying to do things for the class, but he thought Zhang Chunmei was too slow in answering the questions.

Standing on the low stool, he could reach the top of the blackboard and simply erase a line of words that Zhang Chunmei had written.

One hundred words for the three questions was not enough. "Shushuashushu" was completed in three minutes. Huang Han jumped off the stool, rubbed the chalk dust on his hands, and walked to the last row.

It was so awesome that the eyes of the friends who copied the questions immediately turned into admiration.

Zhang Chunmei exclaimed: "Huang Han, you are so amazing. You can actually write so well and so quickly in chalk calligraphy. Teacher Jiang's chalk calligraphy is not as good as yours. Why didn't I realize that you have so many strengths before!"

Huang Han got a bad taste, and thought about it, which made Fatty Jiang feel disgusted, and said: "The teacher can't do five lectures and four beauties, so I used to be a little tired of studying. Since I changed the class teacher, my attitude has improved immediately.

People are most afraid of being serious. As long as you do it seriously, nothing in the world will be difficult!"

Zhang Chunmei applauded: "That's so good!"

The little kids in the classroom were all whispering, talking about what Fatty Jiang was doing.

A few children whose self-esteem was hurt by Fatty Jiang's scolding were very excited, and their words proved that Fatty Jiang was not only incapable of speaking five words and four beauties, but also cursed incessantly.

I think if these discussions are spread out, the principal might be able to hear them, hehe!

The topic was raised, but Huang Han didn't participate at all. He ran to see Cheng Wenge, who was copying questions, and asked: "Which question is difficult? I have time now and can tell you about it."

You can't eat other people's steamed buns and steamed buns for free. How can a time traveler not lose face? How can you take advantage of others in vain?

Huang Han decided to take time out to tutor Chengwenge for about a quarter of an hour every day. According to the price of one-on-one tutoring in later generations, the value of this quarter of an hour started at fifty yuan.

This contribution far exceeds the value of steamed buns and steamed buns, and can even affect Cheng Wenge's life.

To be honest, Huang Han has been thinking about what happened in his third and fourth grade in his previous life and the people he came into contact with in the past two days. He still has a few memories of his classmates. He didn't say a few words to his classmates in a year.

I have no memory of him after he was divided into classes in fourth grade.

In later generations, Huang Han spent a total of three or four years on business trips in Shanghai, Hangzhou, and provincial capitals, and spent the rest of his time working and living in Sanshui City. He still lived in a community in the city center, only a few hundred years away from the experimental primary school.

rice.

It's just that I have never seen Cheng Wenge again. There is no way he can go to college. If he wants to go to high school, he has to go to the villages and towns below. Therefore, going to school in other places and being assigned to work in other cities is out of the question.

This child is stupid, and his family's financial situation is good, but it is very likely that he was led astray by the gangster. In the continuous beatings, a gangster with well-developed limbs and a simple mind is definitely the best scapegoat.

Huang Han also remembered at least three or four bad kids who had bullied him for no reason. One of them was often met in the bathroom in later generations, but that kid was wearing a security uniform and always avoided looking at Huang Han when he saw him.

Huang Han originally wanted to find trouble to give him some trouble, but later gave up. He became a glorious security guard and put on a uniform. Isn't it too uneducated to still have trouble with such a person?

Huang Han never took the initiative to provoke others when he was a child, but there were always other children looking for trouble for no reason.

Dogs bite through rags, that's how it is in real life.

It wasn't until the second year of junior high school that the situation was completely reversed.

That was because Huang Han, who was starting to grow up, had the strength to single out the most arrogant student in the class.

It wasn't that his combat power was enough to crush his opponent, but that the suppressed emotions in Huang Han's heart suddenly exploded.

He went all out to pounce on him with all his might, with a fierce look on his face as if he was going to kill the kid on the spot.

The boy was strong but strong but panicked when he saw Huang Han's distorted face. He was stunned by a burst of punches all over his head and face, making him cry. From then on, Huang Han gained a reputation and no one dared to offend him.

Huang Han had a time traveler plug-in. Without getting any strength bonus, it would be best to find a hard-core thug to always bring with him.

Cheng Wenge was as honest as ever, he said: "I'm working on it, but I don't know which question I can't solve yet."

"Okay, go ahead and show it to me when you're done. Sit up straight and cheer up. Don't forget that you are a great hero."

This sentence worked. Cheng Wenge, who was originally lying on the desk, suddenly became more energetic and sat up straight.

The teachers during this period were not perverted and did not leave much homework.

Cheng Wenge is three or four years older than his classmates, and his writing speed is no worse than theirs. Due to his correct attitude and hard work, he completed the homework very quickly. After Huang Han looked at it, he found out the application questions he had done wrong and gave it a little help.

understood.

Huang Han also asked Cheng Wenge to complete three application questions similar to that question as quickly as possible after returning home.

The child did not resist and nodded in agreement. It seemed that he was fifteen years old after all, so he could tell who was good and who was bad.

No one in the class wears a watch, and there are no wall clocks in the classroom. If you want to know the time, you have to go to the communication room at the school gate, or you have to estimate it from the bell ringing before and after class.
Chapter completed!