Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

On the first day back to school, Teacher Liang said, "It's the third year of senior high school, and the college entrance examination is less than ten months away."

The old class said: "Don't be nervous, there are a little more exams in the third year of high school, and the rest are similar to before. Think optimistically, and you don't have to deal with weird classes."

The weird classes he was talking about were music, art, information technology, etc. that teachers usually take at random at the end of the semester but have to test them.

The final exam of music and art is often singing and drawing, which is nothing to those who can, but it is torture to those who can’t.

Every time the final exam is due, the circle of friends of the music teacher and the art teacher is very lively. If you post two points of students' final exam works, you will get a lot of likes.

Two weeks after the official start of the semester, there will be a joint exam at the beginning of the semester, but for students who want to participate in the competition, it doesn't matter what the college entrance exam is or not, the important thing is the competition.

Qiuzheng is almost sick of doing math problems. He has stopped his daily math homework and only does competition problems. Every time he leaves the office, he has to smooth out a few sheets of A4 paper, but his rough drafts are not enough at all. .

He prides himself on being good at mental arithmetic. He never adds, subtracts, multiplies, or divides numbers below four digits. Up to the answer.

Qiu Zhen was so tormented by him that he lost his temper. Now he can write some steps when doing the questions. Even if the answer is directly obtained, he will write it on the draft paper. He can't do it as neatly as Bi Xia, but what's wrong with the answer? When you want to check, you don't have to do it all over again.

Zhou Xing was very satisfied with this, he didn't say that the method to annoy Qiu Zhen was taught by Ah Han, just like parents educating their children, it is better to have a red face and a white face.

The first exam at the beginning of school passed in such a vague way. During the two days of the exam, Bi Xia was reading music books, Qiu Zhen was still doing math problems, and the college entrance examination ten months later was not as important as the thirty that was just around the corner.

The math competition was a week earlier than the knowledge competition, and Qiu Zhen's first test results came out. Except for the full score in mathematics, the other results were average, and the overall ranking was above 90.

Bi Xia is still number one.

Shangguan took the report card and sighed: "Is there any reason? You haven't read the textbook for a long time, why are you still better than me?"

Qiu Zhen didn't bother to review recently, so he failed the exam.

"Already remembered, no need to read."

It sounds conceited, and he takes it for granted.

In fact, Shangguan Lu Yuan is not bad. Although the name of Wannian's second child is not good, it is really stable from another aspect.

Bi Xia was first and he was second, and the other students fought for the best result, which was third.

There is still one week left in the knowledge contest, and Bi Xia started to prepare for mathematics. Judging from the situation of the previous years, there are not many mathematics involved, but they are all difficult.

If you don't know how to do it, you can choose to give up, the score is not high, but since you know Bi Xia, you can't give up, not to mention that he has a boyfriend who volunteers to give him tutoring.

Every time it was Bi Xia who sorted out a stack of materials for him or helped him make a study plan, Qiu Zhen had been waiting for this day for a long time.

He couldn't wait to take the notebook he had carefully organized, and went to the empty classroom they had agreed upon to attend the appointment.

Bi Xia took a leave of absence and seldom attended classes recently. When Qiu Zhen arrived, he was sitting alone in the empty classroom with his eyes closed, occupying a corner.

He always pays great attention to the protection of eyesight, and he stops and closes his eyes to recall for a moment after reading thirty pages of the book.

Qiu Zhen moved lightly and sat down in front of him. Obviously there was no one else around, but the things on Bi Xia's desk were still placed in an orderly manner, without occupying any extra space.

After a while, Bi Xia opened his eyes, and when he saw Qiu Zhen, his expression became much warmer unconsciously.

Seeing his reaction, Qiu Zhen put the notebook on the table with a "snap", imitating the cannon fodder hooligans in the TV series and making a malicious smile: "Student boy, what are you doing here alone?"

He is good-looking, and he is wearing a school uniform. No matter how he pretends, he doesn't look like that, but his airy posture is still in place.

Bi Xia's expression remained unchanged, he looked at him, and seriously considered whether to take Qiu Zhen to the crew for two days to consume his desire to perform, which had no place to rest.

Qiu Zhen's play hadn't finished yet, Bi Xia was able to pick it up without saying a word, rubbed his chin frivolously, and said, "Why don't you talk, are you skipping class for a date here?"

Bi Xia grabbed his hand and decided to cooperate with him for the sake of his hard work recently: "I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

With a smile on his face, Qiu Zhen bent down and approached him and asked, "Who is your boyfriend?"

"Qiu Zhen."

Qiuzheng finally had enough fun and sat down beside him.

He didn't have time to sort it out again, and the notebook looked a bit messy, but fortunately, there was no problem in summarizing the question types.

In the final round of the knowledge contest, in addition to the same multiple-choice questions as the previous two rounds, true-and-true questions and fill-in-the-blank questions were added, and there were still no subjective questions.

The pressure of marking papers brought by the huge amount of questions and the final reward of extra points in the college entrance examination are doomed to be absolutely objective.

Qiu Zhen flipped through his notebook and asked him the time to solve each math problem.

"My speed is an average of 7 minutes per question."

Qiu Zhen smiled and said, "If you can spare 7 minutes, others can't, so let him count it as 5 minutes. One question in 5 minutes must not be for calculation."

Well, in his opinion, simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division are not calculations.

Knowing what he knew, he began to pick out questions for Bi Xia. In order to prepare for the math competition, Qiu Zhen had written a lot of questions, and now he was more comfortable in explaining the questions to Bi Xia.

This lecture is most of the class, his competition is over, and he can't ask for leave when there is a class. Brother Liang agrees that he will give a lecture to his boyfriend, but other teachers will not agree, so he can only come out of the self-study class.

Bi Xia glanced at the time, get out of class was almost over.

"rest first."

"It's okay, I will study by myself in the next class."

Bi Xia is undoubtedly a good student, the kind that all teachers like. His talent in mathematics is not outstanding, and most of the situations are still clear.

Qiu Zhen has never been stingy with his compliments, and he can be heard saying in the classroom from time to time: "Xia Xia is awesome, give me a reward."

Then kiss him before Bi Xia can react.

If Bi Xia made a mistake, he would say: "You need to be punished to have a long memory."

Then kiss him on the cheek.

Bi Xia: "..."

Bi Xia stopped him when he approached for the seventh time to try to steal incense: "No reward is needed."

Qiu Zhen blinked, a little regretful, and then he changed his words.

"The teacher is very tired during the lecture and needs to recharge his batteries."

After speaking, he kissed Bi Xia's hand that was blocking him, feeling the softness of the palm, Bi Xia retracted his hand and looked at him helplessly.

"Sweating."

It had just rained, and there were only the two of them in the classroom, so it wasn't too hot, and the air conditioner was not turned on.

But now the water vapor on the ground is evaporating, and the coolness brought by the precipitation is gradually dissipating, and it is indeed a bit hot.

Qiu Zhen didn't care if he was sweating or not, not to mention that his Xia Xia had his own cooling buff, even if he really sweated, would he still dislike him?

Turning to the next page of the notebook, he didn’t start talking right away, but while paying attention to Bi Xia from the corner of his eye, he frowned and pretended to be “I’m thinking”, and then started his exaggerated performance: “Oh, I’m thinking about this question. forget."

He looked at Bi Xia's reaction, pretending to be embarrassed: "The brain is tired and needs to be recharged."

Bi Xia sighed, turned his head, and touched his cheek. Qiu Zhen was satisfied and started talking immediately without delay.

After speaking, I think this is very good, so I can continue it.

"How about a kiss?"

Bi Xia's eyes were heavy and he didn't respond, Qiu Zhen continued to think: "Or you can go to the old class and tell the old class that if we switch to the same bed, we can talk at night. How did that sentence come from, day and night."

Bi Xia's answer was: "It's time to eat."

Qiu Zhen continued: "Think about it, I will teach you all day and night, love discounts, just a kiss."

Bi Xia raised his hand to cover his mouth, obviously just blocking it lightly to tell him to shut up, but Qiu Zhen wanted to act as if he was about to suffocate: "Uh huh huh..."

While Bi Xia didn't let go of his hand, he stuck out his tongue.

Bi Xia: "..."

Without the pressure of the competition, Qiu Zhen was really a bit sluggish.

After a week of wandering, Bi Xia also went to the competition. This time including him, only three people went to the No. [-] Middle School, except for him, two of them were girls.

This time the school also sent a teacher to accompany them.

The school paid for the boarding fees. Originally, two people were required to share a room, but since the team member was also a female teacher, he was the only boy in the team, so Bi Xia could live in a room by himself.

It was still three hours, but this time the number of questions was reduced to 10, and Bi Xia had four or ten minutes left to finish the paper.

When it came to the finals, he was not the only one with outstanding ability, and there were also those who handed in the papers in advance in the same examination room.

Bi Xia didn't mind sitting for a while, going out now, he would inevitably have to communicate with the teacher, he didn't want to.

The teacher asked them how they were doing in the exam, and the two girls were very optimistic: "It's not bad, most of them can do it."

Overall, the difficulty of the final was not as high as expected, and the number of questions was less than before.

But this is a competition, and the winners are fixed. They find it easy, and so do others.

In order to prepare for the competition, Bi Xia seldom attends classes recently, and when he comes back from the competition, he finds that the classroom has changed a lot.

First of all, there are four more transfer students, four of them, and three of them are students from our school. They were unsatisfied with the previous college entrance examination and came to repeat it. One of them was a boy who switched from science to liberal arts.

It is said that there is also one in the second class in the same situation, and that one is a humanities major who wants to transfer to a science major.

Bi Xia was sorting out the practice papers accumulated these days, while listening to Shangguan's speech.

"They all said that Song Rui's family has a mine." Song Rui is a transfer student from another school.

There is no basis for saying this. No. [-] Middle School has a special class for repeat students. Generally, repeat students from other schools are not allowed to enter the class of the current year unless their grades are excellent.

Recently, there was no major exam but a small test. Song Rui's grades were obviously average, but she not only entered the new class, but also entered the key class, which is intriguing.

Bi Xia was not interested in others, Shangguan Lu Yuan expressed his thoughts: "Your family also has a mine, can you take a look?"

Bi Xia corrected him: "My family doesn't have a mine."

"...Anyway, let's see if there is one in her house."

Bi Xia didn't cooperate with his boring games, and Qiu Zhen didn't do well in the last exam. Apart from stacks of test papers, he also had to take care of his boyfriend's study.

But Song Rui didn't keep them waiting too long, she quickly showed her financial resources.

On my birthday, I said I would treat guests, so I invited everyone to the canteen, but what I ate was not the food in the canteen, but the takeaway from the four-star hotel.

Bi Xia didn't go, and had dinner with Qiu Zhen on the first floor. Originally, one of them would go to the third floor, but they didn't expect it to be on the first floor.

When she saw Bi Xia, she naturally brought the cake over.

Looking at the three-tiered cake not far away, and the girl wearing a small crown surrounded by everyone, Qiu Zhen smiled and said, "There is a rich woman in your class."