Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Sunday afternoon is the quietest time in the teaching building. The students who stay in school basically don’t stay in the classroom after lunch. The rare free time is of course going back to the dormitory to sleep.Those who go home will not return to school so early.

After a while, the classroom became quiet, only the breathing of the two people and the ticking of the clock at the back of the classroom remained.

Bi Xia was still flipping through the dictionary, page by page, not very fast, and occasionally took notes.

But no matter whether he was turning the page or writing, he didn't make a sound-a fluffy head was lying on his hand.

Qiu Zhen didn't know what to think, he could go back to the dormitory and sleep on the bed, but he had to lie on his stomach in the classroom.

Qiu Zhen originally had the back of his head facing Bi Xia, but after a while he changed his direction to face Bi Xia, with one arm under his head and the other covering his eyes.

Even so he frowned—it was too bright.

Bi Xia gently got up and left the seat, paying attention not to let the chair rub against the ground to make any noise.

The light in the classroom suddenly dimmed, and Qiu Zhen opened one eye to look. Bixia closed the curtains on the north side, then walked to the side of the corridor, closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains.

Qiu Zhen just felt that his grievances were not in vain this time, and that his tablemate was quite conscientious, and he probably felt sorry for misunderstanding him, otherwise it would be impossible to take care of him like this.

Such a dim environment is suitable for sleeping but not suitable for reading. Bi Xia returned to his seat and only flipped a page, put down the bookmark and put down the dictionary, and then lay down on the table.

He usually naps in order to ensure that he is energetic in the afternoon.Usually just a nap, no more than 15 minutes.But nothing happened this afternoon, so I can rest assured to sleep.

When getting down on the ground, Bi Xia hesitated for a second which side to face, Qiu Zhen was facing him, wouldn't it be bad for him to turn the other way?

Bi Xia was silent, Qiu Zhen opened his eyes, startled by the face so close.The tablemate was actually so close to him, and immediately felt a little proud, and finally understood Brother Qiu's goodness and knew that he had to establish a good relationship, right?

Qiu Zhen leaned to the right, because they have a good relationship and want to sleep together.

It was three o'clock when Chen Zekai arrived in the classroom, and the whole floor was quiet. The classroom door of Class [-] was closed and the curtains were drawn.

He was a little puzzled. It stands to reason that there is no one in the classroom, and the curtains should be drawn.Unless there are people inside, and doing something shady!

He was excited all of a sudden, and pushed the front door hard, the world behind the door was silent.The TV screen was black, no movie was watching, and there was no takeaway smell in the air.

This was completely different from what was expected, and Chen Zekai was a little confused.At the back of the classroom, two people looked up at him at the same time.

Being watched by two people at the same time, Chen Zekai regretted it.Why did he come so early?Why don't you finish your homework early and drag it to school to write?

Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen had been sleeping for a long time, they just raised their heads and looked at them, they didn't have much energy to wake up, but Chen Zekai still felt a lot of pressure.

Qiu Zhen is fierce. Although he is easy to talk, everyone knows that he is not easy to mess with.Bi Xia is cold, and a high-cold academic bully has its own deterrent power.

He would love any one of these two, let alone both.

Chen Zekai held back all the words he had just prepared, then returned to his seat with small steps and started to do his homework honestly.

Bi Xia glanced at his watch and got up to draw the curtains.

The classroom was bright again, Qiu Zhen yawned, took out an apple from the drawer and left the classroom.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the number of people in the teaching building gradually increased.

Chen Zekai finally felt less stressed, and began to tell his tablemate about what happened in the afternoon, so at night Qiuzhen heard what happened in the afternoon from Qi Jiale.

"Brother Qiu, I heard that you and the school committee slept together in the classroom with the curtains drawn in the afternoon? When did you get along so well?"

Qiu Zhen tasted this sentence for a while. Although it was true, why did it sound a bit strange?

In order to reduce the burden of the class monitor and increase the exercise opportunities for other students, No. [-] Middle School has the class committee as the monitor on duty every week, and it is the turn of the study committee member this week.

Students on duty are rotated according to their student numbers, and they have to sit on the podium to maintain order every day. Today, students on duty ask for leave, and Bi Xia, as the monitor on duty, has to manage class discipline for him.

Sitting on the podium, he is still flipping through the dictionary, and he has already flipped through one-fifth of it this day.

After one night of self-study, Bi Xia went to the bathroom. Just now, many people were secretly looking at him, and they lowered their heads when they caught his gaze.

It was rare for Bi Xia to have doubts about himself, so he went to the bathroom when he had no physical needs—looking in the mirror.

After a while, someone from the student union came and informed him that the re-examination would be during the sports meeting, and the school leaders would be there at that time. He needed to prepare a speech, and he could figure out the content.

Before leaving, he winked at him: "I am optimistic about you, school bully and school grass."

Xueba school grass, what a strange name.

In the next two days, Bi Xia felt that there were more and more people staring at him. There were even senior girls from the second and third grades who came to visit the door of their classrooms, and the students in the weekly class who went to their class to check the discipline changed one at a time.

The first fat senior only came on the first day.

Pan Jiajia obviously sat in the second row, but wandered around the back of the classroom after several classes, and watched Bi Xia countless times without speaking.

Qiu Zhen touched Bi Xia's arm and winked at him: "Hey, the girl is looking for you."

Bi Xia looked in the direction he indicated, and Pan Jiajia lowered her head in panic as soon as she caught his sight, then quickly raised her head and showed him a big smiling face.

"What's the matter with you?"

Pan Jiajia showed the homework in her hand and said in a late period: "Bi Xia, can you help me read the questions? I don't know how to do it."

Bi Xia nodded, and Pan Jiajia put the homework on his desk.

It's chemistry.

Pan Jiajia whispered: "I, I dare not go to the teacher." While talking, he paid attention to Bi Xia's expression to see if he would be impatient.

Bi Xia took a look at the questions she circled, they were all of the same question type, she just had some knowledge but didn't understand.After Bi Xia finished explaining the questions to her, he took out the textbook and told her where the point was.

Bi Xia's textbook was very clean, without any traces on it. Pan Jiajia couldn't help but marvel: "Bi Xia, don't you even need to take notes?"

Bi Xia closed the book: "If you know it, don't write it."

The little girl's eyes were instantly filled with admiration.

Since Pan Jiajia went to find Bi Xia once, she has grown a lot more courageous. If she doesn't know anything, she will come to him directly.

Today she came with an essay in classical Chinese, and Bi Xia gave her a general idea after just glancing at the title.

Pan Jiajia looked adoring: "Have you memorized this one too? I watched the trending search the other day and went to see "Poetry Conference". How did you memorize so many poems?"

Bi Xia finally knew where the source of being surrounded by people these days was.He did participate in a program during the holidays and won No.1 in the middle school group. He was the youngest in the finals.

Look at the time, the show should be on the air, but what's the hot search?

"You do not know?"

"I didn't go home."

"Ah, but I still follow your Weibo, didn't you post it?" She said with a big brain: "Is there no one pretending to be you?"

Bi Xia didn't have Weibo, but he already knew what was going on, shook his head, and said thank you.

"So that's you?"

Bi Xia nodded.

"I'm scared to death," Pan Jiajia patted his chest, "I even said on the post bar that you belong to our class."

That's why so many people came because of this... Pan Jiajia also found that she had slipped her tongue, sticking out her tongue a little embarrassedly: "I didn't think of that, I'm sorry."

When the class bell rang, she returned to her seat, Bi Xia was thoughtful.

"It's hard for her to find ways to solve problems every day. Luo Hua is ruthless."

Recently, Bi Xia occasionally talks to Qiu Zhen, provided that what he says is meaningful, he is too lazy to answer such words.

This session was a self-study class, so Bi Xia simply went to the office.

When he came to borrow the computer, Lao Ban signaled him to be casual, and asked him if he wanted to taste the freshly washed grapes.

Bi Xia politely declined Lao Ban's Putao, opened the Weibo page, and searched for the "student master and school grass" that his senior sister had told him that day, and there was indeed such a topic.

The Weibo id uses her real name, and there is also a yellow v certification, probably because she has 10,000+ fans on the hot search.There is only one Weibo on the homepage, with a picture of him accepting the award, and the text only has two words: Thank you.

The very low-key appearance is a bit similar to his usual habits, but this is obviously not him, he did not open Weibo.

Manage Weibo, buy trending searches, and do marketing.This looks so familiar, it looks like his mother, Ms. Xia's method, she is determined to make him go this way.

Bi Xia stared at himself on the screen for a while, hesitating for half a second before closing the browser and opening the post bar again.

No. [-] Middle School’s post bar has always been busy for only two days, and now I go in and see that the last posting time is basically Sunday afternoon.

Bi Xia originally thought that he had to manually search for keywords, but he didn't expect that the few posts floating on the homepage were all related to him.

The first post has a picture of him.

[No.[-] Middle School will finally have a real school grass? 】

The No. [-] Middle School is a key middle school. The students have all-round development in character, learning, virtue, intelligence, physical fitness and beauty.

However, the students of No. [-] Middle School have always had a pain in their hearts. They have not had a school girl who can support their appearance for several consecutive years.

When other schools brag about their school grass, No. [-] Middle School can only put on a high-cold attitude: What is school grass?I don't know, we only have top students in No. [-] Middle School!

There are few good-looking people, and he has to not be disturbed by foreign objects. It is not easy to study hard or be admitted to No. [-] middle school with outstanding talents.

Then he also needs to wear the sports school uniform with Chinese characteristics to give the effect of a trendy brand-of course, the school grass of the No. [-] Middle School must wear the No. [-] Middle School uniform and wear the No. [-] Middle School badge.

Two years ago, there would be posts about the selection of school grassroots in the post bar, but it has disappeared recently.

Bi Xia clicked on the post.

Floor 2: Is it really No. 10 Middle School? [-] minutes, I want his information

Floor 3: Freshman in high school, right?

6th floor: The name emmm, this time the monthly exam ranks first

Floor 9: So it’s not only good-looking but also a college bully?

Floor 17: He also participated in the election for the presidium of the student union, and the president let him pass the primary election without saying a word

At this point, the information has almost been integrated, and everyone is saying that they must vote for him in the election.

Floor 39: The facade of No. [-] Middle School!When communicating with other schools in the future, our president will stand out from the crowd at that stop, it's cool to think about it.

Floor 40: Upstairs, he is not yet the president

Floor 45: I must say that the chairman has vision

Floor 47: Are you so sure that he is running for president?What if you just want to serve on the bureau?No. [-] Middle School seems to be the president in the first year of senior high school.

48th floor: What kind of mentally retarded speech upstairs, which election is not aimed at the president, and the target will be changed according to the opponent's level later, so the whole school will not be too embarrassed to vote.With his good looks, as long as he makes it to the final round, let's see how many girls in the school don't choose him.

Apart from causing him some troubles, this trending search also seemed to give him a bigger chance of winning.But Ms. Xia didn't know about his situation at school, she was making long-term preparations.