Chapter 3 scary writing class

In my country, I have known Ha Bang since the first grade. The reason is that we are in the same class. In the first grade, there were sixty-two children in our class. In the second grade, there were only 24 children. Except for being seriously injured and unable to keep up with the academic progress and being forced to repeat the grade, the rest were because the parents moved their domicile to other counties. City and transfer school. Studying abroad in the first grade of elementary school must have left irreparable scars in their hearts, but they finally escaped the social education of Ha Bang.

In the third grade, we were re-divided into classes. God played tricks and put me and Ha Bang in the same class. At that time, there were fifty-four children in the class, but in the fourth grade there were still forty-eight children left.The serious injury rate of children has been greatly reduced. Apart from the fact that Ha Bang has become better than that of the first and second graders, the biggest reason is that the children have fully recognized Ha Bang as a human being, and have become quite low-key and obedient. The aliens in Dragon Ball have to wear a "combat power analyzer" to know how powerful the opponent is, but our group of fourth-grade children have already experienced various social incidents, and everyone knows that Ha Bang should step on us in this life. on the head.

In the first semester of the third grade, the class cadres were re-elected in the class. Some new students who were not sure about the situation excitedly elected a model student named "Lin Junhong" as the class leader. In the end, when the election results came out, Ha Bang was elected monitor with a slight margin, but when the class was over, even the senior senior sisters were curiously watching the "social education" in the corridor of our classroom from upstairs. Ha Bang sat on the sink with a mop in his hand, and softly directed twenty-one children to fight the floor with their fists. All the children dared not cry or make trouble, even the girls. The floor punched, and that good student named Lin Junhong was lying on the sink, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Therefore, in the class cadre election in the second semester of the third grade, Ha Bang was elected as the class leader with 100% of the votes, and then he would fill in the names of other class cadres.In this way, I became the head of the discipline section, responsible for managing the order that did not need to be managed at all.With Ha Bang, the atmosphere in the class is always very chill and there is no noise. Why is the title of this article "Scary Composition Lessons"? I remember that in the composition class of the last semester of the fourth grade, when the old woman who liked to pretend to be an unmarried woman wrote the topic of this week's composition on the blackboard: "My Best Friend", the atmosphere in the class became more dignified.

my best friendI looked at Wang Guo who was sitting next to me, and then at Miyuki who was sitting behind. After the eyes of the three met, we wrote the first nonsense composition in our lives without hesitation. my best friend High game My best friend is Ha Bang who sits at the back of the class.Ha Bang is always careful and considerate, kindly stands up for his classmates and resolves disputes for everyone. Ha Bang listened carefully in get out of class, patiently taught me to do my homework after class, and not only assigned enthusiastic senior seniors to sprinkle water and sweep the floor for us after school, but also assigned wealthy classmates to invite everyone to eat ice cream and play video games. In the end, it was up to Ha Bang’s mood The person who should do the homework for everyone is very democratic and no one has ever opposed it.

So everyone respects Ha Bang very much. I hope that we will study hard in the future, be useful people, and be filial to Ha Bang in the future. After racking my brains, I finally finished writing this composition and looked at Wang Guo. His face was sweating profusely with an eraser, and he must not be used to talking nonsense with his eyes open.And Meixue pouted, looking at her best friend Xiao Dian with red eyes, and engraved words on the composition book unwillingly. "Don't do something stupid!" I thought in my heart, after all, Miyuki was also the victim who knelt on the floor and beat the floor with her fists, she should know what to do.

Looking around, everyone was biting their pens with mournful faces. The two composition classes seemed to be a funeral, but I don't know whose funeral it is. Ha Bang lay on the seat at the back of the class and fell asleep. His seat was moved from the bedroom of Lin Qianfu, the richest man in the family, and his father. It was a leather sofa, which was very sleepy. Ha Bang was in a good mood Hershey's would let us sit for ten minutes each for five dollars, and we couldn't refuse. I pretended to take out the trash, and when I walked past Ha Bang's seat, I took a peek at Ha Bang's composition book. On his composition book, I wrote "everyone" with a strange pen and a group of exclamation points.After throwing away Yakult and returning to my seat, I was so moved that I was about to cry, my God!I thought that Ha Bang would write something like "I have no friends, I only have servants and dogs", but I didn't expect Ha Bang to regard us as his friends!

So I endured the moving tears and tried my best to make up good words about how Ha Bang took care of everyone in the composition book, although the sobbing around me kept disturbing my inspiration. The composition class was over, and it was no surprise that all the composition books were handed over to the class monitor, that is, Ha Bang.In the next two nature classes, everyone studied how plants perform photosynthesis with trepidation, and Ha Bang lay on the leather sofa to review the composition this time, and occasionally snored. "Should you also write Ha Bang?" I asked Miyuki, holding the leaves of the plant in my hand.

"Yeah. Xiao Dian is sorry." Meixue looked at Xiao Dian, and Xiao Dian also said with red eyes: "It's okay, I'm also writing Ha Bang." "What's there to cry about? Everyone writes ha bang." Yang Dingfeng said, putting the leaf slices under the microscope. "Why does everyone write Ha Bang?" The transfer student Ke Luo asked suspiciously, rolling his eyes. All members of our group looked at Ke Luo in horror, my God!She looks so cute!Die young! "Could it be... don't you write Ha Bang?" Wang Guo's voice was trembling. "I wrote Lin Junhong! After I transferred to another school, he took care of me the most!" Ke Luo showed a shy expression of love, and suddenly the lens of the microscope was crushed.

It took only half a second for Yang Dingfeng, who was secretly in love with Ke Luo, to turn his face from panic to nothingness. "What should I do? Don't you like Ke Luo?" I said in Yang Dingfeng's ear, "Kneel down and plead with the boss!" "My mother told me that I must never marry in the dark." Yang Dingfeng smiled, as if he had completely disassociated himself from the murder.Damn, this guy must be a ruthless character in the future. "My mother said that I must marry the ghost, she said that would be better for me!" Wang Guo said happily.That's great, it's cool to him.

At this time, Lin Junhong came over, and he just heard that he was the protagonist of Ke Luo's composition, and he immediately showed a worried expression: "Ke Luo, when I was in the composition class just now, I hinted to you not to Write mine?" Ke Luo said naively: "I see you've been winking at me, and you thought you wanted me to write about you. Are you writing about me?" Lin Junhong's face turned green and pale, and he said with difficulty: "I wrote Ha Bang." Ke Luo looked at Lin Junhong in astonishment, then at Ha Bang, who was sitting on the leather sofa and yawning, and said, "I've been here for a week, and I haven't seen you talking?" Lin Junhong looked at Ke Luo with the same eyes as he looked at the posthumous photo, and sighed again. Later, when sweeping the floor, Ke Luo cried so badly because Lin Junhong didn't write that she was her best friend, but no one dared to go over to comfort her, so she, who was ignorant, cried louder on purpose. What impressed me deeply was that when I came home from school that day, Ha Bang didn't push everyone to collect pocket money from the senior senior sisters as usual, but left by the back door of the school alone with stern eyes. "Run away." I muttered to myself, hoping that Ke Luo would take a plane to go abroad temporarily. The next morning, during self-study, I noticed that Ke Luo's seat was empty, which was not surprising at all. Some people have to suffer misfortune before newspapers can be written. But what makes everyone restless is that Lin Junhong's position is also empty. "Does the person who was written also die?" Miyuki handed over a note from behind, the handwriting on the note was messy. "Probably?" I passed the note back, and soon there was sobbing behind me. Indeed, it was horrific. Ha Bang not only persecutes those who do not admire him, but also removes those who others admire, cutting grass and roots, he is really a dragon and a phoenix among people! Later, Ke Luo never came to school again. I heard that her parents were completely disappointed with Taiwan's education, and then immigrated to the United States with her family. Fortunately, Ke Luo should have saved her life, because I didn't see it in the newspaper. relevant social news. It took two months for Lin Junhong, a gifted student, to come to school. It is said that his nickname in the hospital was Mummy, which is quite impressive.After Lin Junhong returned to school, his expression seemed to have lost all emotions and desires, and he had completely become a bookworm. until fifth grade. The story is not over yet. Later, in the fifth grade, we were divided into classes again. Miyuki and Xiaodian happily appeared in the next class. They were ecstatic that they had escaped the authoritarian rule of Ha Bang, while Wang Guo and I sat beside Ha Bang with expressionless faces. . You should really look at Lin Junhong's face.When he found out that he was in the same class as Ha Bang again that afternoon, some of our classmates managed to scrape together some money to ask the fat woman in the next class to help him calm down.Fat Granny is a master of scaring, and it only costs 15 yuan for one shock. From then on, Lin Junhong will report to her every time he is frightened. Fat Granny is also a psychic with prophetic visions.Five dollars a time. Once after sweeping the floor, Wang Guo, Lin Junhong, and Yang Dingfeng and I went to find Fat Granny for divination. Fat Granny has a good way of divination. She asked us to randomly draw a character card from a pile of Dragon Ball characters. Yang Dingfeng drew a "Kling". "In the sixth grade, you will have a marriage, but whether you can grasp it is up to you." The fat woman's eyes became very ambiguous.Everyone knew that the fat woman liked Yang Dingfeng, but everyone knew that Yang Dingfeng liked Xie Jiayun, the cutest girl in the class.Yang Dingfeng gave the fat woman the middle finger unceremoniously. The one I drew was Piccolo. "In a few years, a friend of yours will be captured by aliens, but it's none of your business." The fat woman said hastily.It's just nonsense.But since it's none of my business, then forget it. Wang Guo didn't really want to draw cards, but he still drew "Wukong" after our half-pushing, which seemed to be a good card for auspiciousness. "Don't study too hard, it's useless if you read too much." The fat woman sighed, but Wang Guo was obviously very happy, after all, he was really not good at reading.The fat woman was quite accurate on this point. Three years later, after the kingdom's skull was chopped off by a mace, it has been stupid to death. Next, it was Lin Junhong who drew the cards, and the fat woman looked at the "Saiyan" in his hand solemnly. "In the sixth grade, you will have another bloodbath." The fat woman's eyes were quite determined. "What? When? Where?" Lin Junhong was shaking while clutching the table, looking very excited. The fat woman shook her head and made a "three" with her fingers. Wang Guo asked from the side, "Thirty yuan?" The fat woman looked at Lin Junhong viciously, and said, "Give me 30,000 yuan, and I will invite the Guixian to show you how to avoid bad luck." Of course, Lin Junhong didn't have 30,000 yuan, so he lay down on the desk and cried loudly. "Why bother with her! Don't get crazy, okay?" Yang Dingfeng said helplessly, pulling Lin Junhong who was crying. In the sixth grade, under great pressure, Lin Junhong wanted to beg his mother to transfer to another school several times, or respectfully begged Ha Bang to give him homework when school was over, forming a good relationship. However, what should come still has to come. In the second week of the sixth grade, there was another composition class. The tutor for the composition class did not come, he was sick, and a young trainee teacher took over. "Hi everyone, my name is Ice Cream. Today I will help your teacher with the society and composition class. I hope everyone can keep order in class. The topic of today's composition is: My most beloved person. After you finish writing, put it on the teacher's desk." Internship The teacher finished. At that moment, Lin Junhong's face turned pale. In fact, the whole class was in a gloomy, broken mood, as if another funeral was about to be held.But it doesn't matter, with the lessons learned from the past, I believe everyone can work together to get through it safely. I glanced at Ha Bang who was still sitting on the leather sofa in the back. Ha Bang picked up the strange pen and scribbled a few words on the composition book, then picked up the Youth Express and read it. "Boss, what are you writing?" I asked in a low voice with a smile on my face. Ha Bang casually threw the composition book over, I caught it, and it said: "Myself!" I nodded, and sure enough, this is today's standard answer. For the next two hours, the whole class was writing and writing nonsense with full concentration, while Lin Junhong hung his limbs like a dead frog, with only his head lying on the table, and his eyes were empty to communicate with the gods.He must have remembered the fat woman's prophecy a year ago. "Blood and light disaster... blood and light disaster... blood and light..." Lin Junhong's mouth dripped: "I still miss National Taiwan University and studying abroad..." "If you don't write any more, you will definitely die." Wang Guo kindly reminded Lin Junhong that Lin Junhong woke up from a dream and frantically wrote about how much he loves Ha Bang. But I think what he is more worried about is, will someone write about him for nothing? Probably not, the topic of this composition is "My most respected person", not "My best friend". I can't think of such a topic except that the former President Chiang Kai-shek and Sun Yat-sen, the father of the country, may have been accidentally victimized. Will hit his classmates. But there are exceptions. Yang Dingfeng, who was sitting in front of me, sneered at Xie Jiayun, who was sitting next to him, and said, "I want to write about you." Xie Jiayun thought he was joking and scolded, "It's not funny." Yang Dingfeng looked at his composition book with a treacherous face and read: "The person I love the most is Xie Jiayun. She draws lines on the table with chalk every day, and says that if I exceed the line, she will stab me with a compass. I am not allowed to eat in class, so I love her the most..." Before finishing reading, Xie Jiayun's face turned green, and she wanted to snatch Yang Dingfeng's composition book and tear it up anxiously. Yang Dingfeng clutched the composition book, laughing non-stop, and finally Xie Jiayun finally cried.Presumably Ke Luo's empty seat back then still left a deep impression on her. Xie Jiayun is so young and so cute. The boys in the sixth grade are secretly in love with her, but now she is about to become a missing person. There is nothing more strange than this in life, and I can't help but smile.Either way, I can't catch her anyway. "Why do you want to kill me? Woooooo..." Xie Jiayun cried unbearably: "Don't you know that if you do this, you will die too?" "With you by my side, I'm not alone on the road to Huangquan!" Yang Dingfeng smiled. “Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…” Xie Jiayun whined like the whistle of an old train, crying out of control. I looked at Yang Dingfeng's smiling expression, and felt really strange for him, why would he want to die so well. "If you become my girlfriend, I won't write about you." Yang Dingfeng finally showed his hideous face, and I sat in the back in shock. It turned out that the fat woman's prophecy was true! Xie Jiayun stared blankly at Yang Dingfeng, and Yang Dingfeng grinningly stained his palms with saliva, erased the chalk lines on the table, and said, "Be my girlfriend." Xie Jiayun nodded silly, and Yang Dingfeng happily licked away the tears on Xie Jiayun's face.Yes, Yang Dingfeng stuck out his tongue and smeared Xie Jiayun's pretty face all over his saliva. Ruthless role!At that time, I knew that as long as Yang Dingfeng didn't commit a crime, he would definitely be a super big shot in the future. So this composition class had a happy ending, and Xie Jiayun became Yang Dingfeng's girlfriend from then on, performing low-level and disgusting scenes in front of me all day long.And Lin Junhong was not framed by someone who wanted to commit suicide. In ecstasy, after school that day, he jumped and jumped downstairs with his schoolbag on his back, but accidentally stepped on an empty Yakult can and fell, breaking his head. , I went to the hospital for several stitches. "So Lin Junhong's bloody disaster still cannot be avoided." I said. "Ha, what a bad luck." Erection laughed and walked into the elevator with me. ----------------------------------------------- Notes: