His eyes were as black as ink, yet as bright as the stars in the sky, filled with starlight.
Qin Han knew that he was silently expressing his gratitude to him, so he didn't say anything else, but reached out to take it and started eating.
This orange is so sweet that it makes my heart sweet.
Seeing that Squad Leader Qin had eaten it, Zhu Likang gently pulled off a slice and started eating it. The taste of the orange was just like its appearance. He had never eaten such a sweet orange before: "Why is Squad Leader Qin's orange so sweet?"
"It tastes good, right? This is from my orchard. If you like it, I'll bring it to you next time."
Qin Han was not like Zhu Likang, who tasted the food petal by petal. He ate very quickly and finished it in no time.
After hearing what Qin Han said, Zhu Likang shook his head repeatedly: "No, I am already satisfied to eat such delicious oranges. Since they are from your orchard, I guess they are for sale. It would be a waste of money to give them to me."
He has a simple personality and says whatever he thinks.
People who don't know him will think that he is being cunning in his words.
But Qin Han knew his character, he smiled and patted his arm: "I won't give you this for free, you will have to help me cover up in the future!"
After five years of sitting at the same table together, Zhu Likang understood what Qin Han meant. He nodded gently, "Okay, but the old rules apply. If you always rank among the top in every exam, I can cover for you. But if your grades drop, you are not allowed to sleep in class and you must listen carefully to the teacher's lectures!"
As the two were talking, the class spirit was aroused. Today was the first day of class and the first thing they did was to distribute books.
The curriculum for the first year of junior high school is not like that of elementary school. It only has Chinese, mathematics and physical education, and the physical education teacher often takes leave.
In addition to Chinese, mathematics, and physical education, the first grade of junior high school also has moral education classes and English.
First, the teacher read the student list again to make sure that no students were late. Then he asked a few strong students to go to the office to move the books back to the classroom to distribute them.
Qin Han didn't like to join in the fun, but the head teacher liked him and called his name first, followed by Zhu Likang and two other boys.
It was just right that one person was responsible for the books for one course, and then two girls were assigned to take charge of books such as exercise books and workbooks.
Qin Han saw that the head teacher called him, so he didn't want to pretend to be dead.
From now on, he started to sleep in class, which made his head teacher unhappy, and he couldn't sleep well anymore.
Soon the books were carried into the classroom by a group of them, and the task of distributing books to the students naturally fell on them.
When Qin Han handed the book to Chu Ge, he heard an imperceptible cold snort in his ear. Qin Han felt helpless. Was he really trying to attract hatred?
No matter which school or class he changed, there was always someone who went against him for some unknown reason.
But after all, it was still class time, and he didn't do anything excessive except snorting coldly. Qin Han pretended not to hear and continued to distribute books.
Soon, all the books and workbooks were distributed. The teacher asked the students to check their own books and notebooks to see if there were any extra or insufficient. The students all shook their heads, and the head teacher then looked at the people below and said.
In this class, I will first select the Chinese class representatives. Does anyone among you want to nominate yourself?
He originally asked this question because he already had a candidate, but he didn't expect that there were so many people who recommended themselves.
There were sixty people in the class, and more than a dozen raised their hands.
Unfortunately, Qin Han was not among those who raised his hand. He had heard that if the Qin family’s children served as class leaders, the grades of the students in the class would improve.
Therefore, Qin Han had to be the class representative no matter what, so he coughed a few times to ease the embarrassment, and then said: "Too many students raised their hands, I don't know who is more suitable to choose.
To be fair, I will choose you based on your graduation exam scores. I will choose whoever has the highest score."
After he said this, the other students still had no objection.
Because they were also very curious about who would get the best grades in the class, especially those who did well in the exams. They always felt that they would be the best in the class, so they all stood up straight, waiting for the head teacher to read out their names.
Zhu Likang had already guessed who would be the number one in the class, and his eyes were filled with expectation and excitement as he looked at Qin Han.
It is not easy to be a class representative in junior high school, so he naturally hopes that monitor Qin is the best one.
Under everyone's gaze, the head teacher finally stopped at Qin Han, who looked as if he had nothing to do with the matter. "The first place in our class is Qin Han. He scored two hundred points. From now on, he will be the class representative of our class. Everyone, welcome him with applause."
When the classmates heard that he had scored two 100s in the exam, they all applauded and thought it was really awesome.
It would be fine if I got a perfect score in math, but there is also composition in Chinese, and getting full marks in composition is almost impossible.
I don’t know what Qin Han wrote in his composition, but he got full marks.
At this time, Chu Ge's questioning voice rang out: "Teacher, I have never seen anyone get full marks for an essay. Did Qin Han really get full marks for his essay?"
"My classmate, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I have read Qin Han's essays. The stories he writes are vivid and interesting, and he uses a lot of words. Many times he talks about things he didn't learn in elementary school, and he even adds allusions. His essays are not only long, but his handwriting is also very neat, just like they were printed.
Moreover, the school has already entered his composition into a fifth-grade composition competition, and he won first place. It won’t be long before his composition can be seen in the composition book.
My classmate, do you have any doubts?
After hearing this, Chu Ge was speechless, but he still couldn't help complaining in his heart, it's just good grades, what's so great about that.
Everyone under his father has a higher diploma than him, but that doesn't matter compared to ability.
By then he would still be someone else's grandson. Thinking of this, he felt a lot more relaxed.
Just when the teacher was about to make it a done deal and let Qin Han be the class representative, he held out his hand and said, "Teacher, I think Zhu is more suitable to be the class representative. His total score is only three points lower than mine, but he is a very responsible person."
"No, I think you are more suitable. It's settled. Let's officially start the class." After saying that, the head teacher didn't give Qin Han any chance to speak.
This made Qin Han very helpless. He had been the class monitor for five years in elementary school, so why couldn't he escape such an arrangement in junior high school?
However, the class was ended before it even started. Perhaps because he was afraid that Qin Han would catch him refusing to be the class representative, the head teacher quickly left the classroom with the book in his arms.
The morning passed, and there were four classes in total, two of which were Chinese, one was math, and one was English.
The class representative for the other two courses fell to Qin Han without any suspense.
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