After solving the problem of his second uncle, Han Jun still had to continue his life whether he was happy or proud.

High schools require liberal arts and science subjects. According to the history of Binhai No. 3 Middle School, they usually get the class shortly after the first semester of the second year of high school. However, Han Jun did not know why he delayed until December 19th before receiving the notice. After registering for the subject, after several days of arrangements, he was officially assigned to the class on the 25th.

After receiving this news, the whole class was in chaos. The students who had been together for more than a year had to separate, which was a little sad, and the fragile girls even shed tears.

Maybe it's because of his nerves. All of this seems like a farce to Han Jun, and it's not a separation from life or death. As for it? I really can't guess what those girls think.

Class division is always noisy, but it is quite enjoyable for Han Jun to not have to attend classes all morning. The second and third grade class he is in is designated as a liberal arts class, so the students who choose liberal arts naturally don’t have to move away, just waiting for the new classmates to join.

The majority of students who chose science in Class 2 and 3 of high school were selected. More than half of them left at once. Looking at the classroom that was empty in an instant, a sentence suddenly appeared in Han Jun's mind, "Iron-killed camp, flowing soldiers." Looking at the new members who were injected into this group one by one, Han Jun smiled mockingly at his inexplicable thoughts.

"Han Jun, look at how slutty you are? I'm so dazed recently. Are you looking forward to Sichun? Who are you looking forward to?" Zhang Shaolin knelt Han Jun with his arm. He had already made a plan to choose many girls in liberal arts, so he was naturally staying with Han Jun. Seeing that there were girls coming in, he became excited and talked about each girl in a slutty way, which girl had a slutty way, which girl had a slutty way, which girl had a slutty little bit, which girl had a pp-up. But Han Jun was always thinking about his own affairs recently, and his slutty little bit bit, and his slutty little bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit bit

After being kidnapped by Zhang Shaolin, Han Jun came to his senses, glanced at him, and said contemptuously: "I said to monks, monks must have a lust. Look at you, how come you look like a monk?"

"I don't have the precepts, so-called precepts, I hope the donor knows." Zhang Shaolin clasped his hands together and proclaimed the syntax "Amitabha"

Han Jun was amused by him and laughed and scolded: "Get out of you, do you think I am a sperm like you? I was wondering why I am not divided into classes sooner or later."

Zhang Shaolin gave Han Jun a blank look and said in surprise: "You can't understand such simple things? Donor, please look at me, your head is broken by the toilet door, right?"

Han Jun was confused. It seemed that Zhang Shaolin was still an insider? "I dare to ask the monk, what is the reason for class division at this time?" The influence of the 1983 version of The Legend of the Condor Heroes was quite serious, and it was very popular for students to imitate ancient people at that time.

"Isn't it just a clever trick of Zhou Zhengliang? Everyone became familiar with the class assignment too early. The New Year's Day tea party must be very lively. It was the exam at that time, and the results of the Xinyi Field Army must have affected them. At this time, everyone was not familiar with the class assignment and couldn't go much trouble. However, everyone couldn't let go, and they felt bored. They ended up quickly and just went home to entertain their books."

Han Jun was choked and nodded for a while: "A clever plan!" He thought to himself that Zhou Zhengliang could seize the opportunity and not be a businessman!

Is this really true? Han Jun has no way to start? After thinking about it carefully, it is indeed possible. Han Jun agrees. Just when Han Jun wanted to ask Zhang Shaolin when he learned the news, he saw Zhang Shaolin staring at the door with his small eyes curled up, and a fat face full of illegitimate appearance, murmured: "She...she...she is actually in our class?"

"Who?" Han Jun looked at the door with his eyes. However, there were several girls who came in together. When Han Jun saw one of them, he was also stunned!

It was late autumn, and the thick clothes under the ordinary school uniform could not affect her slim figure at all. Her height of over 1.7 meters made her stand out among girls. The outturned collar revealed a white neck, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her hair was tied into a ponytail, which showed her almost perfect face shape. Her pretty eyes were slightly red. It was obvious that she had just cried, and she was like a pear blossom with rain and made people feel even more pity at first sight.

Han Jun was not very close to girls from elementary school to high school, and did not pay much attention to them. It was not that Han Jun had a problem with his sexual orientation, but in Han Jun's opinion, being with girls was far less comfortable than being on the court. But now seeing this girl, Han Jun suddenly felt like he wanted to get close to her, and he always felt that something was attracting him.

Zhang Shaolin had noticed Han Jun's strangeness at this time, grinned, poked Han Jun's rib bone with his fat fingers, and teased: "Oh, I've grown up, Junjun has grown up."

The ribs were particularly sensitive to itching. Han Jun was shocked by Zhang Shaolin and didn't mind his teasing. He turned around and asked him: "Who is she? Why haven't you seen her before?" Zhang Shaolin opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise: "Don't you know her? Did you really come from that Mike?"

Han Jun nodded, looking confused, Zhang Shaolin covered his forehead and sighed, "She is Bai Yue! School Beauty, do you understand?"

After hearing the name "Bai Yue", Han Jun knew who the beautiful girl was. Half a year after he entered school, he had heard his teammates in the sports team talk about this girl named Bai Yue. It is said that she is very beautiful and is recognized as the school beauties. However, Han Jun is not very interested in girls and will not deliberately understand them. Even if he met them in the past, Han Jun would not stare at the girl, and at most he would just pass by.

But today I saw the real person and after a closer look, he really felt that the animals said true - what a beautiful water lotus.

Han Jun nodded and stood up: "It's not too late to meet now."

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Shaolin asked when Han Jun suddenly stood up.

"A kiss on the beauty."

"Uh..." After saying that, Han Jun walked straight towards Bai Yue in amazement.

"Hello, my name is Han Jun." With a bright smile, Han Jun walked to the girl and stretched out his right hand.

Bai Yue was obviously shocked by Han Jun's actions and took a small step back. She encountered this sudden chat since childhood (junior high school) to adulthood. Although she was not old, she had long been accustomed to the greed in the eyes of boys. But because there are too many such men, her sense of superiority is getting stronger and stronger. However, she still instinctively disgusted with such a person. But Bai Yue felt a little proud of Han Jun's chat.

Han Jun didn't know her, but she knew that Han Jun, a sunny boy who had achieved good results in school sports meets many times. He had met her in the same grade as other boys, and he wouldn't pay attention to her like other boys, even like he didn't see her (actually, he just didn't see her). She was a little disappointed, who was always surrounded by stars. At this time, when she saw Han Jun coming to chat with her, Bai Yue felt a little proud, "Isn't it the same as them?"

I didn't want to pay attention to Han Jun, but when I first arrived at the new group, facing Han Jun, the old housekeeper, was so enthusiastic, and the necessary politeness should be done. Bai Yue stretched out his right hand and gently shook him, "Hello, my name is Bai Yue." There was a slight nasal sound, which made people sound glutinous, and Han Jun couldn't help but feel moved.

But Han Jun's performance next disappointed Bai Yue again...

"Welcome to Class 3, Grade 2." Bai Yue's hand was squeezed heavily by Han Jun. Han Jun turned his head and faced every new classmate with the same words, the same movements, and the same sincere smile. He looked like a warm and hospitable host, constantly greeting guests. Bai Yue's original pride was torn to pieces by Han Jun's movements, but there was no dissatisfaction on his face, but the smile looked a little embarrassed.

After doing all this, Han Jun seemed to have completed a task and returned to his seat as if he was relieved. He was seeing Zhang Shaolin looking around in a panic, as if he was looking for something. "What are you looking for?" Han Jun asked.

"knife!"

"Ah?" Han Jun thought he had heard it wrong.

"Chop your claw!" Zhang Shaolin said viciously with a fierce face. How could Han Jun's movement escape his eyes? This guy was clearly rushing to touch Bai Yue's little hand, and he pretended to welcome new classmates? It's unbearable. Why didn't Zhang Shaolin think of such a good plan?

Han Jun smiled and didn't say anything.

Zhang Shaolin stared at Han Jun for a while, then said, "Does it feel good?"

"good."

"I didn't see that Han Jun, who claimed that he was not close to women, actually used a good method!" Zhang Shaolin didn't have the courage to touch someone's hand, let alone the tricks used by Han Jun, wouldn't he pick someone up? He could only show a sour grape-like face, but Han Jun "pulled" someone's hand for the first time when he saw him. Zhang Shaolin really didn't expect such a skill.

Han Jun smiled and said nothing, but he was very proud. Although he had no experience in dating girls, there was a chapter called "Picking up girls" in the "Rebirth Notebook". After reading it every day for several months, he learned some methods, savoring the boneless soft pancreas, and the effect looked good when he learned and sold it.

Han Jun knew Bai Yue's reputation in school. Girls like this were always followed by people. It was certain that they were arrogant. If he put his face on his face, it would be too rude and it would not be in line with his temperament. He had to eat rice bit by bit, and girls had to soak it bit by bit. He was anxious, but he couldn't eat hot tofu.

At this time, Zhou Zhengliang walked in and saw that all the new and old classmates had already sat down. He cleared his throat and almost brought out a mouthful of phlegm. He said, "I am Zhou Zhengliang, the head teacher of Class 2, Grade 3. First of all, all new classmates who choose to join Class 3..."

After everyone gave an interrupted self-introduction at Zhou Zhengliang's request, they began a passionate speech, as if they were going to arrange a temporary class committee member again...

Han Jun was not interested in such unnutritional words. And Han Jun's thrilling heart slowly calmed down for the beauty. After all, in the future, under the same roof, he would look down and see each other without looking up, and there would be opportunities. Thinking that it would be about 1992 years, would the jade exhibition be held as scheduled? Will the price of Laoshan green stone in his own yard really soar? Despite the affirmation of notes, Han Jun couldn't help but look forward to it.

The success of the second uncle gave Han Jun great confidence. With his notes, he could have the power to turn decay into magic. An exciting future picture scroll was like a pair of light wings, flying farther and farther with Han Jun's thoughts... Well, he was distracted again.

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"Teacher Zhou, Han Jun performs magic on New Year's Day!" Zhang Shaolin next to him raised his fat hands and shouted, and the eyes of the whole class suddenly gathered at the two of them.

"Well, it's very good. Han Jun is very active. I look forward to your performance." Zhou Zhengliang glared at Han Jun. Perhaps he thought Han Jun was too active in having fun and some of it was not in line with his teaching philosophy. But his subordinates were not idle either, and they recorded it on the notebook, which was obviously a program list.

At this time, Han Jun was unable to touch his mind. "Magic?" He pointed at his nose and looked innocent. He was about to stand up to refute, but his clothes were pulled tightly by Zhang Shaolin. He only heard him lower his voice and said, "If you dare not act, you will have no eggs!"

Han Jun broke free from his hand and asked back, "When did I say I was going to perform on New Year's Day!?"

"Just just now, Old Zhou asked who would act on New Year's Day. No one said anything. He said everyone would just act casually and celebrate together. I asked you, will you act? You said magic come. I will sign up for you. Why? I still want to admit it? Brother, I will help you, Bai Yue is a literary and artistic committee member." Zhang Shaolin looked like he was crazy and looked so angry that Han Jun wanted to print a 42 shoe print on his face.

Han Jun actually didn't listen to a word from Zhou Zhengliang, and he didn't hear anyone who was a class leader. At that time, he was planning his own beautiful blueprint, and thought that he had this note, just like the magicians recorded in the notes? While waving his hand, the barbarians were destroyed; while talking and laughing, wealth rolled in?

And this sentence "magic" is just that when he thought of the climax, he was so proud that he muttered unconsciously. He was so desperate that he happened to respond to Zhang Shaolin's question but didn't know it.

"Fuck!" Han Jun cursed hatefully, what's going on? He deliberately shirks, but Zhang Shaolin said such vicious words as "not playing a mute cock". Han Junke has never lost a fight with Zhang Shaolin. If he was convinced, how could he be in the sports team?

It turned out that after talking nonsense, Zhou Zhengliang asked about the New Year's Day party. After all, students need to develop together "morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor". But Han Jun, who is distracted, did not hear him at all.

All the students in the new group are not familiar with each other, and no one wants to make this happen. Zhou Zhengliang is happy, but he must do a good job. "You are not active, so you can't say that the school does not pay attention to it."

But I didn’t expect Han Jun to stand up and become the first person to sign up. Then, when someone stood up and some active classmates, you sing and I dance. After a while, the program list will be full.

I thought that the hasty end of this New Year's Day party would save students some time to study. Looking at the full program, Zhou Zhengliang had no choice but to do whatever he should do. After handing over the preparations for the event to the art committee member Bai Yue, he did not forget to remind the students that the final exam would be approaching and what Han Jun had to say was disgusting.

But at this moment, Han Jun was frustrated. When did he come to magic? He looked at Zhang Shaolin's smug smile with resentment. The smile that was filled with joy after successful revenge was like saying, "Let you touch Bai Yue's little hand again."

I thought to myself, "Do I want to make a fool of myself on New Year's Day?" No, absolutely not!
Chapter completed!