Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The teachers in the No. [-] Middle School graded the papers very quickly, and the papers were almost corrected a long time ago, but the Academic Affairs Office is still working overtime to record the results. The results of each subject will be released tonight, and the comprehensive ranking will not be until tomorrow.

For the first exam, everyone couldn't wait to go to the office to check the results. The public computer in the office was full of people, and some people found another way to go to the infirmary to use the computer.

The second part of evening self-study is a weekly summary as usual. The old class knew that they were waiting for their grades, so they said a few more words.

"The results will come out tomorrow. On the English side, there is something wrong with the card reader. Now the papers are being re-marked. The results will come out later."

He glanced at the back of the classroom, and said casually: "There is a student in our class who has very good grades."

Only the English multiple-choice questions remained, which meant that all the other grades were out, and the English subjective questions had also been corrected. They had checked the answers to the multiple-choice questions themselves, and they knew how many points were deducted.

Everyone guessed who that good person was, and how good it was for the class teacher to say that he was good.

In the first exam, everyone had no idea. They didn't know where their grades were, and who was the top student. They didn't know where to go.

"How many points have you deducted, monitor?"

"More than 200, not me."

"Kang Ming seems to have done well in the exam."

"How did Qi Jiale do in the exam?"

"Okay, don't guess, you'll know tomorrow. After all the exams, make a summary and work harder next time."

The old class walked out of the classroom through the back door. When passing by Bi Xia, he stood beside him for a while, as if he was watching him write.Bi Xia didn't stop his pen tip the whole time, and didn't lift his head. The metal pen tip rubbed against the paper, making a slight rustling sound.

Qiu Zhen was sure that his deskmate was a little different today. He had been writing for two hours, and even poured ink once in the middle.The old class said that a classmate raised his head when his grades were good and then continued to write.

This is... a bad test?

The classroom was fairly quiet, but there were a lot of people coming in and out, and people kept running to the office.

The classrooms are quite empty, but the office is full of people. In this weather, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner, but when there are more people, the indoor temperature will rise.

Not only is it hot, but the air is also dirty, which seriously affects the working environment of the teachers. The English office is full of female teachers, and they are the first to drive people away.

"They all go back, they're crowded in the office, it's so noisy."

The language office also began to clean up people. Qi Jiale was driven back by his old class. When he walked out of the office, he took a step and looked back, and finally heard some news.

He heard a female teacher say to their class teacher: "This time, Class [-]'s Chinese scores are good, and the parallel class is second."

Qi Jiale brought back the good news that Class [-]'s language average was second in the year, which caused a little commotion.Everyone is not weak, Chinese is second, and other scores should not be too bad, right?

All weekend homework has been handed in, and I always arrange my own study on Sunday night.

Most of the students in Class [-] are hesitating whether to take advantage of the time to deal with the remaining problems of homework during the holidays - copying textbooks.There will be homework starting from Monday, and I can't help myself to arrange the self-study at the beginning of the night.

But now the comprehensive score has not been released, how many words will be copied?

What if it is the first in the parallel class?Thanks for copying too much.

But if the grades are unsatisfactory and only Chinese can be read, wouldn't it be necessary to copy a lot when the comprehensive grade is at the bottom?At that time, I have to do my homework and copy it, what should I do if it is too late?

The entanglement belongs to others, and Bi Xia is not affected in the slightest.

Qiu Zhen looked at his deskmate, he was still writing, at first he wrote silently, then he took out "Selected Readings of Ancient Poems" and started copying.Looking at his densely packed words, Qiu Zhen felt his hand hurt.

Crazy?

Bi Xia didn't know what to write, the nib of the pen paused, and then a drop of transparent liquid fell on the paper, then the second drop, and the third drop, the ink marks were blurred all of a sudden, and blossoms bloomed on the red lined paper. Ink flowers.

Qiu Zhen has been quietly watching his deskmate from the corner of his eye, but now he is completely stunned.

Cry, cry?

Do you want to comfort me?

The office was not allowed to go, and everyone started to engage in sports games again, and the notes never stopped from east to west, from south to north.Accidentally throwing it wrong will also provoke some complaints and laughter.

Boys have almost registered for the events, but girls have not yet. The physical education class of the first year of senior high school is divided into male and female students. For convenience, the sports committee is also divided into one male and one female.

The two sports committees are responsible for the registration of the sports meeting. The girl's sports committee is called Zhang Jing. She is a girl with dark skin and a not so slender figure. She is at the same table as the squad leader.

However, the girls didn't know whether they didn't like her very much or they just wanted to find Qiu Zhen, and they all sent him notes, asking him about his registration status.

At the beginning, Qiuzheng replied one by one, while paying attention to the tablemate from time to time, the moment he saw him crying, he packed up all the notes and passed the registration form to Zhang Jing.

Qiu Zhen remembered that his deskmate seemed to like to be quiet, he hesitated for a long time before deciding to hand him a piece of paper, and then found that the napkin bag was empty.

He was a little irritable. Although he didn't like this deskmate very much, he had to say that he wanted to see him say "I don't waste time" arrogantly rather than crying silently.

The students in the front row were still chattering about their class's Chinese scores and who was the top student who did well in the exam.

Qiu Zhen kicked up the chair in front of him, didn't you see that Gao Lingzhihua dropped the golden bean at the same table?No wink.

He used three-point force with this kick, and Liu Qi's chair in front of him shook violently. He turned around very unhappily, and saw Qiu Zhen's face that was about to fight every minute.

Qiu Zhen said impatiently, "Shut up."

It was true that he ignored the conversation in class, Liu Qi turned back angrily and stopped talking, but he was a little unconvinced in his heart, Qiu Zhen's control was too lenient.

Qiu Zhen shut up, and the whole classroom fell silent.

The teacher with a red weekly badge on his chest walked out of the window wearing soft-soled cloth shoes. It was a little surprising that this was the quietest classroom in the entire first year of senior high school.

Bi Xia seemed to have finished crying, blinked his eyes, and the last tear fell on the paper, and Qiu Zhen seemed to hear a "slap" on his heart.

There were still crystal drops of water hanging on his eyelashes, and the fluorescent lamp was glowing, and two sheets of red lined paper on the table were wet.

Bi Xia still didn't look up, put down the pen and gently closed the pen cap, tore off a piece of fuzzy paper in the middle, folded it and pressed it on the corner of the table.After restraining his emotions, he opened his mouth in a low voice: "Have you seen enough?"

Even though there were only tears and no sound when crying, his voice was still a little hoarse when he spoke at this moment, not as clear as before.

Qiu Zhen realized that at some point he stopped paying attention to him from the corner of his eye, but turned his head and stared at him openly.No wonder Bi Xia spoke.

No one would want to be seen like this, so Qiu Zhen dryly wrote a note of comfort: I won't tell others.

"Ah."

Bi Xia didn't cry any more, but he didn't write any more, he just sat there in a daze.

Qiu Zhen glanced at him and then at him again.

This is an opportunity for the tablemate to realize that Brother Qiu is good, so that he won't be cold-faced to him all day long.

"Isn't it just an exam? If you fail the exam, just try harder next time, and the results haven't come out yet."

Bi Xia received the note again, a bit baffled, and a bit funny, did he misunderstand that he was crying because he didn't do well in the exam?

Knowing that he misunderstood, Bi Xia didn't bother to explain, and we'll know tomorrow if he did well in the exam.

Just like what he said to his grandfather, he doesn't know the level of other people in No. [-] Middle School, but his total score is not too bad.

Qiu Zhen felt that his tablemate was crying, as if his whole aura had weakened.

He has known since he was a child that he should protect the weak. Of course Bi Xia was not included in the past. He is a bit thin and shorter than Qiu Zhen, but only a little, and he is still tall enough to sit in the back row in the class.

But now, he feels something is different, a boy who can cry.

Qiu Zhen was a bit confused, a boy who was white and delicate and could shed tears. Putting these key words together, he made up a picture of a golden and precious three-headed little prince who was wronged and pitifully wiped his tears.

It's over, like, kinda cute.

Brother Qiu, who was instantly aroused by the brain-filling picture, unilaterally decided that if Bi Xia obediently recognized him as the eldest brother, he would protect him from now on, um, just like Qi Jiale and the others.

Qiu Zhen thought it was too beautiful, and Bi Xia received the second note without any reaction.

It wasn't until the evening self-study get out of class was over that he raised his mouth slightly and said a word when he got up: "The writing is too ugly, I can't understand it."

Then he pushed the chair and left.

He still had a nasal voice when he spoke, but it wasn't heavy, and it was much better than before.

Qiu Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then realized after watching him leave the classroom door.

Fuck!Call me ugly again?

I shouldn't care about you, Qiu Zhen thought bitterly, you wait for my brother, one day, I will let you...

Qiu Zhen didn't think about what to ask him to do for a while.

Qi Jiale didn't dare to talk to him all the way. Qiu Zhen's voice in the classroom was really intimidating, but now he looked angry again.

Qi Jiale knew it wasn't because of grades. Qiu Zhen's grades were not bad. Although he was too partial in subjects, he was able to get into No. 400 Middle School by himself. It is estimated that the number of liberal arts and science subjects was more than [-]. In ordinary classes, this score is not bad. Besides, He doesn't care about grades either.

Then who recruited him, Brother Qiu?

After the lights were turned off, Qiu Zhen lay on the bed tossing and turning, and couldn't help but wonder if Bi Xia would hide under the covers and cry... the more he thought about it, the worse he felt.

Although Bi Xia was not likable, he kindly comforted him and said that his handwriting was not good-looking, and it was enough to say it. Does it need to be repeated but repeatedly emphasized? !

But Brother Qiu has a lot, so he doesn't care about it.

Bi Xia not only didn't cry, but also slept soundly. She shed tears, her eyes were a little sore, and she fell asleep quickly tonight.

He is no longer a child. Grandma doesn't like him. It would be a lie to say that he doesn't feel uncomfortable, but it won't hurt him for a long time. His sadness is more because of grandpa.He hasn't shed tears for many years, it's fine if he has cried and vented.

In the morning reading the next day, Bi Xia read poems and endorsed the book refreshedly, while Qiu Zhen was drowsy with dark circles under his eyes.

Even more upset.

After the flag-raising ceremony, I went back to the teaching building. The notice board on the first floor was full of people. From a distance, there were several red lists on it.

Posted on the bulletin board is the list of the top [-] of the year, four report cards, most of the ordinary class only read the last two.

It was rare for Bi Xia to want to join in the fun, but he was blocked by the crowd. He could only see the last one from his position. He was hesitating whether to join in, but he heard someone talking in his ear.

"Don't be silly, even if there is one in our class, it won't be the first one. It must be the top class."

The words were not addressed to Bi Xia, but the facts were like this, only sporadic names from classes one to four appeared on the last list.

Qiu Zhen thought that Bi Xia wanted to see the first picture, and was hesitating whether to wait for him, although this unconscionable person probably wouldn't find that the same table was also sending warmth today, but he turned around and left unexpectedly.

Qiu Zhen took a step back and vaguely heard a voice behind him.

"Is it Class Eight?"

"It's called Bixia."

"This name...well deserves it."

"Why are you in the normal class?"

What happened to Bixia?

Qiu Zhen thought of something, looked back at the report card, he was tall, and his eyesight was not bad, he squeezed two steps in and saw clearly on the red report card, the first line clearly hung the name of his deskmate .

Qiu Zhen opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. His crying deskmate was actually the first in his age group?Also dumped No.2 by more than [-] points?

"Is this list arranged by surname?"