"Student Fang Lixing, are you okay?" Teacher Wang asked the students beside him with concern.
Although her attention was on Fang Lixing at the moment, she liked Qin Han as a student more and more.
This child's words and actions give people a very down-to-earth feeling, so when she plans to run for class monitor later, she will directly let Qin Han be the class monitor. She believes that with Qin Han in charge of managing the class, her job as a teacher will be much easier.
Qin Han didn't know that his subconscious behavior would bring him a lot of work.
If he knew that this behavior would make him be labeled as the class monitor, he would never meddle in other people's business.
The reason he took action was simply that he didn't want to waste time in the office.
Fang Lixing shook his head somewhat awkwardly. He never expected that the person who would help him would be the person he hated the most.
Humph, he wouldn't hate him less just because he helped him.
Seeing that Fang Lixing was fine, Teacher Wang took half of the book from his hand, and then another student took the homework book, and everyone returned to the classroom.
Just when Qin Han was about to return to the classroom, Teacher Wang smiled and asked him to distribute the Chinese textbooks to his classmates.
Faced with Teacher Wang's harmless smile, Qin Han had no way of refusing.
This woman was really addicted to ordering him around, and in the end he had no choice but to resign himself to handing out textbooks to his classmates.
Originally Fang Lixing wanted to distribute the math books, but Teacher Wang started distributing them himself, so he could only go back to his seat obediently.
As for the homework books, she asked another classmate to take charge of them. For example, there were Chinese homework books and math notebooks, with each person taking two of each, which added up to four homework books.
If the students have finished writing, the parents will need to buy it themselves.
On the first day of school, the children looked at the textbooks on the desks and flipped through them curiously. They saw various patterns in the textbooks, which were particularly attractive. They all found them very fresh and new.
After distributing the books, Teacher Wang asked Qin Han and another male student to return to their seats.
The boy sitting in the aisle took the initiative to give up his seat when he saw Qin Han was about to go in.
Qin Han returned to his seat and started flipping through the textbook. The knowledge points in it were very simple.
In the early stage of Chinese language teaching, students will learn letters, and in the later stage, simple characters will be taught.
In mathematics, we first learn the number of words, and then teach simple addition and subtraction later.
In his opinion, this knowledge point can be learned by even a mentally retarded person, and he was ready to fall asleep in class.
If it really doesn't work, he can just pretend to be injured one day, recuperate at home, and show up again when it's time for the exam.
In this way, even if I don’t go to school, grandma won’t say anything.
Otherwise, I'm afraid he would go crazy listening to the teacher teaching this kind of class every day.
The next class started not long after the book was distributed. The children were reluctant to leave their seats and sat on the stools flipping through the textbooks. They could not write their own names yet, so the teacher asked them to go home and give them to their parents or older brothers and sisters who could write to write for them.
Qin Han simply picked up the pencil and wrote his name stroke by stroke. He wrote in regular script, and it looked like it was printed.
This directly shocked the classmate next to him. His expressionless face was now filled with disbelief: "Classmate Qin Han, your handwriting is so beautiful!"
"Generally, what's your name? Do you want me to write it for you?" Qin Han could see that he couldn't write. No, it should be said that all the kids in the class couldn't write.
Some little kids take pens and scribble on their textbooks, and they think it looks good.
Zhu Likang didn't expect Qin Han to take the initiative to write his name. A blush could be seen on his dark face: "My name is Zhu Likang, thank you for helping me write my name!"
Qin Han thought he was just a quiet little kid, but now it seems he is a very shy person.
Then he took out his textbooks and exercise books and wrote his name on them in the same beautiful regular script.
"Here, take it..." After writing, he returned the textbook to Zhu Likang.
Zhu Likang looked at his name as if it were a treasure: "So this is how my name is written."
After saying that, he picked up the pen and started writing on his palm and the table.
He didn't dare write in his textbook for fear of dirtying the book, and he didn't dare write in his homework book for fear that he would have no homework book left after finishing it.
Seeing how hard he worked, Qin Han knew that he was another sensible child.
The second class soon arrived. The second class was taught by a math teacher, a man in his fifties with many wrinkles on his face, looking particularly weathered.
The sweat shirt he was wearing had been patched many times.
Most of the teachers here are high school students who have never been to college. They are from nearby villages, so they can teach and farm at the same time.
The math teacher looked much more serious than the Chinese teacher. The children all sat upright in their seats and didn't dare to speak.
Qin Han listened to his dull teaching style and was so bored that he kept dozing off. Finally, he simply fell asleep on the table.
Seeing that he had fallen asleep, Zhu Likang kindly patted him, fearing that he would be discovered by the teacher.
As soon as Qin Han's consciousness entered the Qiankun Realm, he realized that Zhu Likang was taking pictures of him. He had no choice but to leave and return to his body.
Then he opened his sleepy eyes and whispered, "Don't wake me up, I was sleeping on purpose."
His words startled Zhu Likang. Didn't the adults pay for them to study hard? Why was he here to sleep?
Qin Han ignored his surprised expression and continued to fall asleep.
Fang Lixing, who had been trying to pick on Qin Han's pigtails, saw Qin Han sleeping on the table and thought that a good opportunity had come.
He immediately reported to the math teacher who was teaching at the podium: "Teacher, someone is sleeping in class."
Teacher Xie, who was writing on the blackboard, stopped immediately when he heard this.
Today is only the first day of class and someone is already sleeping in his class. This shows that they really don't respect him as a teacher.
So he put down the chalk in his hand, looked in the direction of the student who had complained, and sure enough, he saw the person sitting in the corner, sleeping there.
He immediately walked over with a stern face. Zhu Likang was frightened by the ill-intentioned math teacher. He didn't dare to make any small movements on the table. He could only kick Qin Han with his foot, hoping to wake him up quickly.
However, Qin Han already knew that he had been discovered. The reason why he did not open his eyes was that he wanted the math teacher to get used to his habit of sleeping in class in advance.
From then on, he slept in not just this class, but every class.
Teacher Xie walked to Zhu Likang's side and knocked on the table with the back of his hand, making a dull sound in the quiet classroom.
Qin Han pretended to be woken up and looked sleepy. Then he wiped the non-existent saliva from the corner of his mouth and looked at the math teacher with a sullen face.
"Student, you are not allowed to sleep during class. If you sleep again, I will make you stand in the corner as punishment." The math teacher said to Qin Han.
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