Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Qiu Zhen went to the Political and Education Office and brought back a [-]-word self-examination.

The two class teachers stayed for a while longer, probably because they wanted to discuss the specific handling method, so they went back first.

"What did Lao Zhang tell you?"

"Not yet."

Qiu Zhen chuckled: "We have passed the enlightened road."

Bi Xia was silent for a moment: "Why are you here?"

"I'm afraid he will invite parents. Grandpa and grandma are getting old, so it's better to find my mother."

"My sexual orientation is known to both my parents."

Qiu Zhen was a little surprised: "You already said that?"

Bi Xia nodded.

Qiu Zhen went over and hooked his shoulder: "Then did you say it was me?"

Bi Xia paused for a moment: "You want me to tell you?"

This is not urgent, but...

"Will they object?"

"will not."

"How do you know it won't?"

Bi Xia glanced at him, as he wished: "You are fine."

Qiu Zhen was overjoyed, and after Le Wan thought of Ying Yarong who always said this.

"You know Ying Yarong did it, right?"

"Ah."

"I don't think she's normal."

"perhaps."

Qiu Zhen probed: "Don't you have any other ideas?"

"You'll take care of it."

Qiu Zhen had indeed figured out how to deal with it, this matter was not a big problem, the big problem was [-] words.

"Wait, go to the supermarket, I'm out of manuscript paper."

A sheet of [-] characters, [-] characters is [-] sheets, and Qiu Zhen's head is overwhelmed when he thinks of this number of words.

"How long will you write [-] words?"

"Two hours."

Qiuzhen: "..."

"I wrote?"

Qiu Zhen hurriedly shook his head: "I write, I write."

Even if it's only two hours, you can't let your boyfriend write a review.

Qiu Zhen drew a line on the tenth line of the eighth sheet of paper. This line is the goal, and he must not write one more word.

He recalled the previous review. First, he had to explain the cause of the incident and the result, and then reflect and guarantee.

Cause through effect?Qiu Zhen felt as if he understood something.

When he figured it out, he began to write. This was the first time he had experienced what it means to write like a spring of thought.

He started writing from the first time he met Bi Xia, from the unknowingly liking to the sudden confession, the rumors after being together, he broke into the office for this...

Finally, I reflected that I should not rush into the office on the spur of the moment. This is a great disrespect, and I promise that I will never do it next time.

After Qiu Zhen finished writing and reviewed it, he was a little reluctant to hand it in. He was going to make a copy, hand in the copy, and keep the original for Bi Xia to read.

When Qiu Zhen arrived at the office, he yelled a report at the door, showing that he was not joking, but really reflected on it and remembered it in his heart.

Director Zhang was very surprised when he saw him. It's only been a day and he finished writing?

He had a lot of things to do, so he asked Qiu Zhen to read it by himself, and Qiu Zhen read it eloquently. The more Director Zhang listened, the more he felt that something was wrong. What kind of self-criticism did he write?

"What do you write, you have to see for yourself, what makes me think he is different when I see him for the first time, what makes me feel like I am carrying the whole world behind his back, are you writing a love letter or a review?"

"This is the reason. It's not that I wrote so much on purpose. If the love is deep, the things I write will naturally be full of emotion."

Director Zhang also felt that there was love between the lines in this review, so he said, "You rewrite it for me."

Qiuzhen: "..."

"If you don't write well, five thousand words."

"Teacher, look at this review. I wrote it all night. I haven't finished my homework yesterday."

Director Zhang sneered: "If you can't finish writing, you can suspend class and write a review."

Qiu Zhen honestly went back with [-] words. Judging by Lao Zhang's reaction, he probably didn't plan to mention the matter between him and Bi Xia.

When Qiu Zhen returned to the classroom, there were a few more sheets of manuscript paper on the table. He looked at them casually, and they were simply templates for a self-criticism.

Without even thinking about it, Bi Xia wrote it and brought it, but why does this word look more like his?

Bi Xia still has this miraculous skill?

When Qiuzheng came to the Political and Education Office for the third time in a week, Director Zhang's first reaction was to touch the top of his head. He had just sent away a student who skipped class to play football and broke his arm.

It's not easy to be a teacher these days.

"Finished?"

Qiu Zhen nodded.

It is a good attitude to write one copy a day, regardless of the quality of the content.

Director Zhang has decided that as long as this review is not as excessive as his last one, he will turn a blind eye and let him pass.

Students still have to focus on learning, and the school rules are all to create a good learning environment for them, and they cannot put the cart before the horse.

But Director Zhang's eyes lit up when he saw the beginning. He himself teaches Chinese. A good beginning is very important for a composition. If this is a composition for the college entrance examination, the 100 words at the beginning of Guanshi are enough for him to score 50 points. .

What's more, there are still things behind, things are explained clearly, the attitude of reflection is good, and the quotations at the end sublimate the main idea, full marks!

The fly in the ointment is that it is too routine.

After reading a few manuscripts, Director Zhang had a gentle smile on his face, and when he looked up to see Qiu Zhen, the smile froze for a moment.

He had seen Qiu Zhen's report card. If he could write routine compositions to this level, how could he only be in his early [-]s in Chinese?

But Bixia...

"Well written."

Qiu Zhen is not humble at all: "I think it's good too."

Director Zhang originally planned to leave it like this, but since Qiu Zhen is so arrogant...

"If you don't write it yourself, just copy it for me."

Qiuzhen: "..."

Copy once, and the manuscript paper is not enough.

Qiu Zhen sighed silently, why is Lao Zhang so troubled?

Qiu Zhen tossed about a review for almost a week, and dragged Bi Xia to go to the movies on weekends. He called it a date.

But there aren't any good movies recently, and this afternoon is the only time I can freely spend in a week, so it's not worth wasting on bad movies.

"How about going to the pool room?"

The original billiard pole has been placed in the billiard room, it seems that it has not been used a few times?

On the way back, I passed the video game hall, and there were rows of crane machines at the door. Bi Xia took a look, and Qiu Zhen noticed it.

"Which one do you like, I'll grab it for you."

Bi Xia shook his head, and Qiu Zhen pulled him over: "Come on, let's see your boyfriend's skills."

Qiu Zhen went to the front desk to buy a card, looked at the claw machine, and said confidently: "Which one do you want, I will definitely get it within six times."

Bi Xia didn't like anything in particular, and just took a second look just because there was a doll with a strange color scheme.

He didn't like anything in particular, so Qiu Zhen was ready to grab it casually, pointing to the ugly doll with a strange color scheme: "Just this one."

Once, twice, three times...

Qiu Zhen's complexion gradually became serious. There is a reason for his self-confidence. In order to catch dolls, he once bought a claw machine and practiced at home. He thought he was familiar with the routine, but why does this claw machine seem a little different?

"This thing can set an approximate probability, the boss set it to zero, right?"

He didn't believe in evil, and tried a few more times.

Bi Xia suddenly said: "Six times."

Qiuzhen: "..."

Is dismantling so straightforward?

"Xia Xia." Qiu Zhen looked at Bi Xia sincerely: "Give me some face."

Bi Xia lowered his head, his eyes were full of smiles, and reminded: "Inertia."

Qiu Zhen also discovered the problem. Anyone who has caught a doll knows that the difficulty of catching a doll is never how to catch it but how to make it fall out.

It is not difficult to catch the doll with the clip, but the problem is that the tightening state of the clip is often only a short time of less than two seconds, or even shorter, which requires manipulation.

And the claw machine in front of him is even more extreme. After the clip catches the doll, it doesn't even know how to move and then releases it on the spot, making it clear that it is not allowed to be caught.

What Bixia said by inertia means that if the clip is rotating when it is holding the doll, under the action of inertia, it will still rotate when the doll is released, and the doll will be thrown out, which may fall into the exit.

Thinking of Qiuzheng, he tried it out. It was easy to say but a little troublesome to operate. Qiuzheng recharged the money again, and he was completely on par with the claw machine.

It took Qiu Zhen more than [-] times to catch the first doll. He was relieved, and finally found the way.

With the doll in hand, Qiu Zhen looked confident again: "I already know how to catch it, let me teach you."

Just like Bi Xia taught him to write, Qiu Zhen stood behind him and held his hand, leading him to press the button with the joystick.

After two times, Qiu Zhen let go of his hand, and watched as Bi Xia manipulated the claw machine and grabbed the first doll in his life. It was a small chili pepper with green leaves and a red body, soft to pinch.

Bi Xia handed the pepper to Qiu Zhen, and Qiu Zhen hung it on the bag directly. As a pendant, the pepper was a little bigger, and it was very eye-catching when hung on the bag, but Qiu Zhenhao didn't care.

The chili that Xia Xia sent, is that a chili?That's love!

The money was a little too much. Qiu Zhen read the rules carefully. Eight small dolls can go to the front desk to exchange for a 1.8-meter super big doll.

He decided to move a bear back.

Not counting the peppers, there are still seven to be caught. Qiu Zhen stared at the claw machine intently, the more he grasped, the easier it was, and the dolls fell out of the claw machine one by one, attracting many passers-by to watch.

Some people are eager to see it and simply charge money to play.

The eighth doll came out, and both Qiu Zheng and Bi Xia had hands full of dolls.

A young lady looked enviously, as if she was about to rush over to grab it in the next second.

She restrainedly asked Qiu Zhen if he could sell her two.

In her opinion, with such skilled technology, there must be no shortage of dolls, and they should be sold, but Qiu Zhen refused: "No, I want to change to the bigger one."

She was even more envious.

"Then can you catch one for me? I'll pay for the doll, and I'll give you another twenty if you catch one."

It's a business that can make a profit without losing money, so you won't be rejected, right?

However, Qiuzhen still said no.

She looked at Qiu Zhen and pleaded: "Help me, little brother, I really want it."

Qiu Zhen said: "No, when I sold the claw machine, I said that I only give it to me."

The young lady blushed, she thought Qiu Zhen said that on purpose.

She took a closer look at Qiu Zhen, he was very good-looking, and he could pick up dolls, what kind of fairy boyfriend, she blushed quietly, and whispered: "You are talking nonsense, you just picked up that little brother."

"I'm not talking nonsense, he is my partner."

Miss: "..."

Why? ? ?

This is not the same as what was said!

She went to see Bi Xia, and Bi Xia happened to look over too, his indifferent expression couldn't hide his light, it was so beautiful.

He nodded to her as a greeting.

Qiu Zhen showed off happily: "Isn't it pretty?"

The young lady nodded blankly, looked at their backs walking towards the front desk, and looked at the extremely conspicuous little pepper on Qiuzheng's bag, feeling a little dazed: Have all the good-looking boys been digested internally?