Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"Don't cry." Qiu Zhen blurted out.

The people around quietly raised their heads to look at Bi Xia's face.

Bi Xia was doing the question on the third page. The water spilled from the bottle was not too much, but it didn't take much water to soak a paper itself.

It was not only the third page that was wet, but also the first page after that. Bi Xia still used a pen, there was not much space for the big questions, and the words were densely written, and the whole paper was completely black.

Bi Xia picked up a corner of the paper, his face was not very good-looking, he pursed his lips tightly when he heard Qiu Zhen's words, although he didn't speak, but there were three words clearly written in his eyes: You are sick

The invigilator put down his phone and took a look: "I can't see clearly, do you still remember the answer? Write it again, it's okay if you don't have time, come to me tomorrow and I will find another question for you."

The teacher said that there is no time limit, but the school has a stipulated time to go to bed and turn off the lights. In fact, there is still a time limit.

Bi Xia glanced at his watch, the time was running out, he took a deep breath, took the paper from the teacher and started to answer the questions again.

He has a good memory and a fast writing speed, and he can solve the questions that he has done once much faster than the first time.He still followed the way of writing just now, doing all the small questions he could do, and getting as many points as possible.

Originally, Qiu Zhen wanted to hand in the paper and leave, but now he sat back and stumbled on the second question, looking back from time to time, for fear that there would be a few more drops of water on Bi Xia's paper.

He stood up and overturned the water in the back row and sat down again, looking back frequently, making small movements, and the teacher ignored him.

Bi Xia wrote everything she could, and got up to hand in the paper when the get out of class bell rang.Qiu Zhen followed him to hand in the paper, and then went back to the classroom with him.

Qiu Zhen has been paying attention to his expression all the way, and he is relieved to make sure that the tablemate is not crying by him.

But Bi Xia walked a little fast today.

Bi Xia usually walks at his own frequency, no matter who he walks with, it will not change.When there are many people, he prefers to choose to wait, especially like today, when the get out of class bell rang, everyone was running upstairs and downstairs.Bi Xia, uncharacteristically, plunged into the crowded crowd and went upstream.

Qiu Zhen himself didn't notice that he knew a lot about Bi Xia, he just felt that looking at the current situation, even if he didn't cry, his deskmate would still be very angry.

He thought about what would happen to him if someone spilled water on his paper?Just thinking about those two questions made him feel dizzy. If he was asked to do it again, he would probably choose to give up the exam and depending on the situation, he would beat him up or scold him to relieve his anger.

Thinking about it like this made me feel more and more sinful.

Qiu Zhen always thought that he was a reasonable person, and he should apologize when he made a mistake.From the time he returned to the classroom to pack his things to the time he returned to the dormitory, he followed Bi Xia in an attempt to find a chance to talk.

But Bi Xia walked quickly all the way, even Qiu Zhen called him and he didn't answer.

When returning to the dormitory, the door of 420 was ajar. Bi Xia didn't need to stop to get the key to open the door, but could just push the door and enter.

"complete--"

"Bam—"

Qiu Zhen touched his nose, which was almost hit by the door, feeling terrified, but fortunately he stopped quickly.

After thinking about it, he was a little bit unwilling and muttered to the door: "Sure enough, you are the one who is going to cry, be more stingy."

Their dormitory is opposite, and Qi Jiale is calling him behind him: "Brother Qiu, you went to the wrong door."

He was about to turn around and go back to his dormitory, when suddenly his eyes lit up, the door was opened again, and Bi Xia's expressionless face appeared in front of him.

Qiuzhen: "..."

"Step aside."

Usually, Qiu Zhen would never bear someone talking to him like this, but today he made a mistake first, and he didn't know if he had heard what he said just now, so he felt guilty.

Qiu Zhen made way for him silently, and Bi Xia went to the bathroom with the toiletries.

Qi Jiale already knew that brother Qiu had gone to the wrong door, but...

"Brother Qiu, it's too late if you don't wash up."

The next day, Bi Xia didn't say a word to Qiu Zhen for the whole day. He didn't like to talk to him before, but he still reacted a little bit, but now he is going to carry out the cold violence to the end.

Qiu Zhen deliberately let his arm cross the boundary when writing, and then paid attention to Bi Xia's reaction from the corner of his eye.

Bi Xia moved the table ten centimeters to the right, and there was a gap between the two tables. Qiu Zhen's rubber lying between the two tables fell to the ground, and he jumped up and down innocently on Qiu Zhen's feet. side.

Qiu Zhen gritted his teeth and picked up the eraser, no longer making fun of himself.

The second session of the self-study tonight is the selection for the physics competition. In the first session, Bi Xia still has some other things to do.In this way, he will not be there for two periods of self-study in the evening.

I have to ask for leave all night. Normally, in such a situation, the old class would definitely have to say a few more words to him, but he is different from others after all. The old class only asked him one question, so he is busy, right?

He nodded, and Lao Ban also nodded, ready to leave.

Bi Xia walked out of the office and gently closed the door. The teacher at the next desk looked up and said, "This is Bi Xia from your class? Is he still running for the student union election?"

"I'm only a freshman in high school, so I may not be able to be selected."

"That's a lie. The students have a lot of eyesight... I don't know how their parents taught such an excellent child. Class teacher, don't forget to invite other parents to come to the parent meeting."

"I'd like to ask someone for advice, but I guess most people can't learn it."

"Too."

The presidium of the student union of No. [-] Middle School seems to have a far less sense of presence in the school than the various departments, but the student union takes the lead in all external activities among students.

The school also showed enough attention. The administrative building has six floors, and the student union occupies the first floor. Each department has its own office, and there are two conference rooms, one large and one small.

In contrast, the Federation of Student Associations is a bit miserable. The structure of the Youth League Student Union is loose, and the presidium is in name only. The office door on the fourth floor of the administrative building that says the Youth League Student Union is almost never opened.

The primary election of the Bureau is held in one of the conference rooms on the fourth floor of the Administration Building.

Those who participated in the election were basically sophomores. They have joined the student union since their first year of high school, and they are basically acquainted with each other.

Before Bi Xia, a classmate from the first year of high school came to register, and the senior sister who was handed out the registration form smiled and persuaded her to go to the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment.

"Students, there are the most classes in the first year of high school, and the time is limited, and you are not familiar with the student union when you first entered the school. If you want to participate in the election of the presidium, it is better to wait until next year. This year, you can train in the department first."

But when Bi Xia came in, she knew it was this guy who couldn't persuade her.

He asked about the primary selection process very politely, without any expectation or anxiety on his face.

The senior sister handed him an application form: "Fill out the information, and then go in for an interview."

She only handed over the form but not the pen, and there was no pen on the table. This was part of the assessment.

Bi Xia didn't seem to notice, took out a pen, filled out the information, and followed the senior sister's instructions to enter another door.

It was very lively inside. The members of the previous presidium and the ministers of various departments were there. They were already in their third year of high school, and this was the last time they participated in student union activities.

"I am more optimistic about Zhang Yuxin. Look at how many potential opponents she has dissuaded herself by sending out forms."

"I think the girl from the previous Propaganda Department, the girl who always came to our president is okay."

"Have you noticed that they are all girls?"

"What misunderstanding do you have about the No. [-] Middle School? There are more women than men in the entrance examination. Our old Zhang is the first man in four years."

After three knocks on the door, they were pushed away, and the president made a conclusion as soon as he saw the person: "I think you all guessed wrong."

Everyone else stopped discussing and looked towards the door. The boy who opened the door seemed to be very tall and straight. Obviously everyone was wearing the school uniform of the No. [-] Middle School, and what he was wearing could give people the illusion of being particularly expensive.

Then they heard the chairman say: "It's over, leave the form and go, wait for the notice for the retest."

Bi Xia was a little surprised, and he didn't show anything on his face. He nodded, put down the form, bowed at thirty degrees, turned and left.

Seeing him coming out so quickly, Zhang Yuxin frowned slightly: You won't lose to your junior, right?

"You can't mess around just because you are the president? We haven't gone through the procedure yet."

"That's right, at least ask about hobbies and love history, my junior looks good."

"It's a waste of time, it will pass anyway. Let's discuss what to eat when we break up..."

The physics competition teacher is not as easy-going as the math teacher. They have assigned seats and a time for handing in papers, but the papers look normal, with various types of questions and various difficulties.

Qiuzheng seems to have given up negotiating with his tablemate in order to obtain forgiveness.After a few days of living in peace, Qiuzhen found Bi Xia's name on the form when filling out the application for staying in school.

He looked to the right, didn't the same table go home every week?

Bi Xia stayed in school for the first time this week. There were only a dozen people in the classroom, so only the middle row of lights was turned on, and everyone sat in the middle group of the classroom.

There are few people, and there is no teacher to manage, so the discipline is not very good.In the first class, Bi Xia was busy doing homework, and in the second class, after the bell rang, there was eye exercises. The lights in the classroom were turned off, leaving only the two lamps in front of the podium.

After the eye exercises, the nearest classmate got up and turned on the lights. He turned them off first and then on, and the classroom was plunged into darkness for a moment.

"what!"

"Turn on the lights."

"Don't open the story of our general ghost."

"It's worthy of Teacher Zhou."

"Teacher Zhou has been here, usually only once."

……

After waiting for 2 minutes, Bi Xia realized that they were actually going to tell ghost stories with the lights off. He took a deep breath and stood up to turn on the lights.

As soon as the lights came on, the classroom fell silent. The students in the classroom found their school committee standing by the switch, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger, and finally settled down.

Bi Xia finished her homework early, and spent the whole morning of the next day flipping through the pages of the "Modern Chinese Dictionary".

Someone was posting a blackboard newspaper at the back blackboard. After finishing his homework, Qiu Zhen was bored and had a good time chatting with a little girl who wrote a blackboard newspaper.

Most people will choose to eat off-campus at noon, and some people will order takeaway.

Bi Xia went to the cafeteria, and when he returned to the classroom, he found that most of his desk was colorfully colored, and a blue paint tray was upside down on the chair—the one Qiu Zhen played with.

Bi Xia got the water from the bathroom and came back to wipe the tables and chairs. The paint must have been spilled for a while, and it was completely dried, so it was a bit laborious to wipe.

The more Bi Xia wiped his face, the more ugly it became. When Qiu Zhen returned to the classroom, Bi Xia had just cleaned up the tables and chairs.

"Qiu Zhen."

Qiuzhen, Qiulang, it's hard for such a name that seems to be called a lover to make him scream like ice.

Qiuzheng was a little strange, what happened?If it was about the math competition exam that day, the reflex arc is too long

"From now on, stay away from my things."

"what?"

Bi Xia ignored him.

The classmate who took the takeaway back to the classroom to eat at noon whispered a general idea to Qiu Zhen, and Qiu Zhen felt that Dou E was not wronged by him.

He and Bi Xia walked out of the classroom. When he left, the paint tray was placed on his desk. Who knows what happened.

"Which unlucky md is so wicked? It's best not to let me know who it is."

After scolding, he explained to Bi Xia: "It was indeed my fault for dirtying your paper last time, but this time it really wasn't me."

After Bi Xia calmed down, he also figured it out, it shouldn't be him—he heard Qi Jiale talking behind him when he was leaving the classroom to eat, and Qiu Zhen was with him.

But the words had already been spoken.