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

Xiao Qiang was so frightened that she immediately stopped talking, covered her face with her Chinese book and started reading, looking like a good baby.

It turned out that the head teacher had arrived in the classroom unknowingly. She was attracted by Xiao Qiang's laughter, but instead of scolding Xiao Qiang, she called Huang Han's name and asked him to stand up. It was a double standard.

This is the reality. Xiao Qiang's parents are respectable and have good grades. The class teacher, a fat woman named Jiang who is close to fifty years old, looks at her differently. Of course, she will not reprimand her. Instead, she will target the scumbag Huang Han with a look of contempt and disgust.

Huang Han didn't resist. He stood up obediently and answered calmly: "Tell Teacher Jiang, I'm here to go to school."

"Nonsense, look at what the other students are doing? Look at you again!" Fatty Jiang became angry when he saw that Huang Han was neither humble nor arrogant, and said with a stern tone.

To be honest, in Huang Han's memory, this teacher Jiang was useless. He didn't even have the most basic teacher ethics, and he never showed any virtue. He often insulted 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 hollow bellies. The smelly sticks in the latrines cannot be smelled, and they cannot dance."...

It's fun to scold students, and elementary school students are not stupid. Basically no one calls her Teacher Jiang in the honor of her behind her back, but instead calls her "Jiang Fatty" or "Jiang Fatty" instead.

Fortunately, I tolerated her for more than two months at most and got through to the fourth grade, so I don't need to talk to her anymore. Next, I will meet two teachers whose character and ethics make Huang Han sincerely respect her.

"Haha..." The students burst into laughter.

Fatty Jiang has a bad temper, which may be a symptom of menopausal syndrome. Considering her age, it is estimated that there is a high probability of it.

She scolded: "The morning reading class has started, but you didn't even take out the book and you still had the nerve to say that you were here for school. Just take the book and stand behind the door."

I'm so dizzy, I've only been in school for less than ten minutes, and I already feel the pleasure of being physically punished. It's still the same taste in my memory! It's so sour!

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

Just stand. Huang Han's face did not change when he faced the eyes of more than 60 pairs of classmates. He opened the sixth elementary school Chinese textbook in his hand and read from the beginning. To be honest, what did he learn in the third grade? Huang Han connected a little bit.

No impression at all.

The classic expression on Fatty Jiang's face reappeared, and she cursed: "Don't give up!..." Contempt, disdain, and ridicule, in short, made people want to slap her stinky face three hundred times with the sole of a shoe.

Due to a period of disparity in education, the teaching staff at this time was rather awkward, and many private teachers were of poor quality. However, this situation was gradually improving, and soon many students from technical secondary schools came to teach in primary schools.

Not only are the teachers in schools keeping pace with the times, the entire country will usher in the best era, and without the best it will only be better.

Huang Han turned a deaf ear to Fatty Jiang's insults. He read the Chinese language document carefully and had an idea in his mind. If he really stayed in this era, wouldn't it be possible for him to come back again? How wonderful it would be.

Can’t those missed scenery and those life-long regrets of the past be changed, and shouldn’t we not miss any of the benefits brought about by the reform?

After being made to stand for nearly forty minutes, Huang Han finished reading the sixth volume of the Chinese language book. He was thinking about whether he should skip a grade and go directly to fifth grade and then take the junior high school entrance examination?

But then I thought about it, wouldn’t it be too unnatural for a scumbag to turn into a top student in a blink of an eye? Will it cause unnecessary trouble?

After looking at my thin arms and legs, I finally decided to take it one step at a time. There was no need to be too unorthodox, as it would be self-defeating and not beautiful.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Huang Han saw Fatty Jiang walking away on his own. He didn't pay attention to him, and returned to his seat regardless of whether he had received an order to lift the corporal punishment.

Before she could sit still, a girl with three stripes on her shoulders came up to her and asked, "Huang Han, why haven't you handed in your essay yet? Could it be that you didn't write it at all?"

The three stripes in elementary school are basically the monitors. They are usually the top students. To put it nicely, they are the teacher’s assistants. But more rarely, they are the Japanese devils.

How did Huang Han know that there was such a thing? He asked: "Composition? What is the topic? What are the requirements?"

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

The squad leader had a serious face and looked like a young adult. She said: "The essay assigned by the teacher when we visited the tombs of the martyrs last week required no less than 200 words."

So that's it. I remember that during the Qingming Festival, primary and secondary school students all had to visit graves, and then they all had to write an essay. It's mid-April now, so I guess I should be in time.

Huang Han said: "Please wait, I will write to you right away!"

"Hahaha..." This time the whole room was filled with laughter. The third-grade primary school student's biggest headache was writing essays, and he hated the bi-weekly essay writing practice that he started last semester.

Everyone thought it was ridiculous to hear Huang Han, a scumbag, talk so easily.

The monitor was angry and funny, and joked: "Okay! I'm not in a hurry, I'll just watch you write."

Huang Handu has written millions of words and published two books. He wrote a composition of more than 200 words for primary school students, and it was an elementary school, and a junior high school subject that made people want to write was naturally solved in minutes.

He took out the composition book, picked up the pen and wrote directly, "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians are dying on the road. On this sad day, all the students in Class 3 and Class 4 are with a heavy heart..."

There was information at the beginning. There was no noise around, only the gasps of the children were heard. The class monitor stared at Huang Han's pen tip with wide eyes, a look of disbelief on his face.

In less than eight minutes, the entire bullshit primary school student's composition appeared on the page. The class monitor and classmate Xiao Qiang, who had been watching, as well as a circle of children watching the fun, were dumbfounded.

The squad leader knew that the number of words in this composition was enough, because one page of grid composition paper had 150 words, and Huang Hanzu had written both front and back pages, so it should not be less than 270 words.

Xiao Qiang screamed: "Huang Han, how come your handwriting is so beautiful all of a sudden?"

Oh, it’s hard to answer this question. When Huang Han was a child, his calligraphy was like ghost drawing. He didn’t start spending time practicing calligraphy until he was in junior high school. Later, he practiced often when he was working. He can’t be said to be very beautiful, he can only be considered average.

However, the level of pen calligraphy has surpassed that of most teachers, and is much higher than Fatty Jiang's level. Of course, the children were shocked.

Huang Han said perfunctorily: "I didn't write well in the past because I didn't take it seriously. It will be fine if I write seriously."

Xiao Qiang was a little disbelieving and murmured: "I always write seriously, why do I always feel that it doesn't look good and I can't get up quickly? How can you write fast and well?"

The squad leader stayed for a moment and then said: "Our grave sweeping is the day before Qingming Festival, and it didn't rain at all that day!"

Ah? Huang Han's old face turned red. No, it was probably his little face that turned red. Then he returned to normal and said plausibly: "It's not important. Isn't it okay to make some light rain to symbolize the deep sadness of the Young Pioneers in memory of the martyrs?"

"It seems to make sense. You wrote this essay very well and your handwriting is neat. You should be able to get an excellent grade." The monitor collected the essay and left, leaving behind a sentence.

The children who were watching the excitement looked at Huang Han with surprised eyes. They were really surprised by Huang Han's amazing writing speed, and no one laughed or mocked him anymore.

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

At this time, not every primary school student of school age could wear a red scarf. At least there were more than a dozen people in Class 4 of the third grade who were not qualified, including Huang Han, a scumbag.

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

At this time, the middle-aged uncle Huang Han grinned evilly and joked: "I have been actively moving closer to the organization and have long required myself to meet the high standards of a Young Pioneer. Is this wrong?"
Chapter completed!