Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

In the blink of an eye, the four of them turned over the concrete platform, and the leader kicked over the table when he came up. Qiu Zhen and Bi Xia retreated early, and the man didn't come for them, so they were not affected.

The table fell in Du Cheng's direction. He reacted fairly quickly and jumped away immediately. Even so, the skewer still hit his foot. When he moved slightly, the skewer spread out, revealing the oil-stained shoe upper.

He didn't say the word misunderstanding to the point of his mouth, and he wasn't afraid of getting into trouble.

That's it for both sides.

Qiu Zhen took out his mobile phone from behind to call the police, and then watched the excitement with interest. If the man hadn't come for them at first, he would have thought that two groups of people had arranged a fight here.

These two groups of people are also interesting. When they came up, they smashed a few beer bottles and broke a few stool legs. They were full of momentum and looked fierce, but they haven't seen blood yet.

Take a closer look, except for the one who was looking for trouble just now and the elder brother with tattooed arms who took the lead and turned over from the next door, who were playing seriously, everything else seemed to be paddling.

What kind of fight scene is this where the big brother assesses the little brother and the little brother deals with the big brother?

Du Cheng is not the opponent of the flower-armed brother opposite, but he is holding his breath in his heart today. The flowery-armed brother obviously drinks more alcohol than him, and his reaction is not as fast as him.

The bosses of the barbecue stall next door came together in a group to try to persuade the fight, and a few of the attendants stopped their hands intentionally, as if they were going to charge forward but were blocked from moving.

The battle of fists and feet has become a battle of words.

Du Cheng and Brother Huaarm were pulled away, and Brother Huaarm was dragged out, swearing while walking, and then rushed back to fight with Du Cheng while the person pulling him relaxed.

Du Cheng didn't pay attention and was directly beaten to the ground by him, and there was another commotion.

The way out was blocked by people, Qiu Zhen originally planned to take his boyfriend over a concrete platform and walk by, but now he is not in a hurry, and he is still in the mood to give Bi Xia some comments.

When Du Cheng was knocked down, he couldn't help laughing: "This buddy can't do it, he can't react fast enough."

Bi Xia glanced at him and shook his head slightly: "I don't know him."

He obviously didn't know him, but he obviously came for Bi Xia just now.

Qiu Zhen is also aware of this problem, but he is quite familiar with the process: "It's okay, the police will come in a while, let's mention it when we make the record, and let the police uncle ask."

The high-pitched siren pierced the night sky, and everyone looked at the door in unison.When Qiu Zhen called the police, he said that seven people were fighting in groups, and there were probably quite a few people who heard the news.

Du Cheng stood up staggeringly and wanted to take revenge, but was held back.

"The police are here, don't hit, don't hit."

Du Cheng twitched his middle finger to Brother Huaarm, and Brother Huaarm stared angrily: "Grandson..."

There was another commotion before finally pushing the person down.

The siren came from another direction, and it would take a while for the car to reach the door.

Du Cheng took two steps in, everyone was paying attention to his movements, he seemed to be looking for someone, Bi Xia stood where he was and didn't dodge, they just met.

Qiu Zhen stood in front of Bi Xia, blocking his sight, and Du Cheng walked away again.

Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen glanced at each other, and walked out across the mess all over the floor. The sirens were getting closer and closer, and the people from the police station should be arriving soon.

Suddenly, Du Cheng took the meat-cutting knife next to the barbecue grill, as if about to stab someone. The narrow knife looks like a dagger. Although it is single-sided, the tip of the knife is very sharp, and it can really be used to stab people. I can't take it anymore today.

He brandished the knife and frightened away a group of people who wanted to stop him. There was a mess around him, and the sound of dissuading and screaming was endless.

Everyone thought he was going to stab Brother Huaarm, and Brother Huaarm was also staring at him vigilantly, holding a chair leg in his hand, preventing him from rushing over to attack him at any time.

But Du Cheng went straight to Bi Xia with a knife.

Bi Xia only had time to take half a step back, and the knife was already in front of him, he subconsciously dodged sideways, the blade cut through the fabric, leaving a wound on his arm.

When the pain came from his arm, Bi Xia's face turned pale instantly. It was the first time he was wounded by a knife at such a young age.

Although he hadn't practiced it, he had learned some boxing skills, but before he had time to fight back, the people around him moved first.

The moment Du Cheng rushed over, there was a "buzz" in Qiu Zhen's head. He flicked his sleeves and stretched out his hand from behind Bi Xia. The thin sleeves wrapped half of his palms, and he held the knife like this.

Du Cheng probably didn't expect that he would catch the sword empty-handed, and the sword fell into Qiu Zhen's hands.

He took the knife with his right hand, glanced at the palm, the blood that flowed out along the sweater fainted, but he didn't care about himself, and immediately went to see Bi Xia.

He took the knife very quickly, but the knife was also very sharp, at this moment Bi Xia was covering his arm, and red was faintly visible under his fingers.

Qiu Zheng's eyes turned red instantly, and the hand holding the knife was trembling.

Over there, Du Cheng was not reconciled to not being able to win a blow, and wanted to make a move when he came up.

Qiu Zhen raised his arm against Du Cheng's throat and opened his personality. He held a knife in his right hand and subconsciously wanted to fight back with the knife.

"Qiu Zhen!"

Bi Xia yelled hastily, and Qiu Zhen immediately stopped his movements, understood what he meant, and couldn't move the knife. He still remembered what the political teacher said in class: taking the knife is for defense, and moving the knife is intentional injury.

In a blink of an eye, Qiu Zhen wanted to let go when he figured out what was going on, but before he let go, Du Cheng went straight to stab him with a knife like a blind man.

The crowd dispersed, and the police arrived while screaming.

"Everyone kneel down and hug their heads!"

Except for Du Cheng who was lying on the ground, everyone who participated in the fight just now was familiar with the process, and all of them squatted obediently with their heads in their hands so as to put mushrooms on the side.

Qiu Zhen stood there without moving, his eyes were a little dazed, he was still holding a knife in his hand, blood was dripping down the tip of the knife, he just...

"squat--"

Before the police finished speaking, Bi Xia walked over, and Qiu Zhen immediately let go of the knife, and the stainless steel knife fell to the ground, clanging.

"Xia Xia, I didn't..."

"I know." He took Qiu Zhen's hand and told him, "It's okay."

Both of Qiuzheng's hands were covered with blood, the left hand was his own, and the right hand was Du Cheng's.

Bi Xia's upper arm was faintly oozing blood.

This is probably when they are most embarrassed.

It was very close to the hospital, and the ambulance arrived a few minutes later.

"Those who are injured go to the hospital, and those who are not injured go to the police station."

As soon as the words came out, several of the handcuffed students began to yell, saying that they were going to the hospital.

Du Cheng was carried into the car on a stretcher, and before leaving, he glanced at Bi Xia, his lips were pale from the loss of blood, but there was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth.

Bi Xia was far away and couldn't see clearly.

He looked extremely indifferent, this person did it on purpose, maybe he was still regretting that it wasn't him who took the knife.

They obviously didn't know each other, but he had a clear goal. He came for himself from the beginning, and he didn't forget it until the end.

Director Zhang never expected that when he was the director of the Political and Education Department of No. [-] Middle School and went to the police station to find people, he said that the police station was not suitable. He received the news early in the morning and rushed directly to the hospital.

There were three beds in the ward. Qiu Zhen and Bi Xia sat on the outermost bed, two policemen sat on the middle bed, and the innermost bed was empty.

Director Zhang went to see the two students immediately. Bi Xia's arms were wrapped in gauze, and Qiuzhen was his palm. They were not dangerous places. Director Zhang was relieved.

Only then did I start communicating with the two from the police station.

"We know what's going on. The problem now is that this classmate Qiu insisted that Du Cheng stabbed him himself."

Director Zhang: "..."

Bi Xia said lightly: "Du Cheng did it on purpose."

Director Zhang has a headache, this is what Bi Xia said, so he believed it [-]% first, what kind of enmity is there, and it is worth using himself to frame it?Is that person watching too many Gongdou dramas or is he mentally ill?

"But now you don't have effective evidence."

The matter reached a stalemate here. The police station meant that the defense was too high, not to mention other compensations, and administrative detention for five days was required.

When Director Zhang heard this, how could this work? Such a record would have an impact on the political review of enlistment work in the future. Students with bright futures should not be planted on ruffians of unknown origin.

Director Zhang said the words that he had spurned countless times: "He is still a child, our student, our school will discipline him, give him a punishment to improve his memory, and administrative detention is..."

Director Zhang was still working hard to fight for the students, but Qiu Zhen suddenly interrupted: "Director Zhang, how should we deal with it?"

Director Zhang: "..."

Headache, don't this kid be ashamed?This is not possible, he was just about to persuade him again, and almost said that we should fool the police first, and the school will punish him.

Immediately afterwards, Bi Xia also spoke: "My name is Bi Xia, my father is Bi Haicheng, maybe you have seen his movies, and my mother's name is Xia Wenlan." He paused, stroked the wound on his arm, and then continued, " Her studio has a certain influence on the Internet."

He said it rather implicitly, but everyone present heard what he meant, and he wanted to make a big deal out of it.

Director Zhang: "..."

"What do you mean?"

Is this kid threatening?

Bi Xia stared at them with clear eyes without dodging the slightest bit: "If the treatment is unfair, I will appeal."

Director Zhang was dumbfounded. He seemed to be meeting Bi Xia for the first time. Was this sharp-edged Bi Xia who was the number one in the exam year after time?

Qiu Zhen was also a little surprised, and shouted: "Xia Xia."

Bi Xia still had a straight face: "You are right."

The two policemen looked at him as if they were looking at a child with teeth and claws. Originally, this was nothing more than a trivial matter to them, and it was reasonable to punish him or not.

Everyone knew that Du Cheng had brought the blame on himself, but he was carried into the hospital after all, and just now he said that he had to change wards for fear of retaliation.

It would be very troublesome for him to pursue it, but if the two children's family can settle it, the matter will be much easier to handle.

In the end, he didn't say that he would be detained, and Bi Xia heaved a sigh of relief.

I didn't get through to Qiu's mother last night, so I don't need to notify her now.

Qiuzheng hasn't talked much since last night, now that the matter is settled, he said to Bi Xia: "Xia Xia, sleep, I'll call grandpa."

He came to go out quietly last night, and came to the hospital after not coming home all night. He must explain to his parents.

But Bi Xia held him back: "Together."

The two of them lay together on the same bed and squinted for a while. When they opened their eyes again, it was nine o'clock.

They just packed up and went home.

Grandma said yesterday that she was going to marry in the temple, and grandpa should also go there, but at this time when I go home, there is no one at home.

In order to hurry or to see if there were any other wounds on each other, they washed together.

It was the first time that the two of them met so directly and honestly, but neither of them felt any charm.

Qiu Zheng was wearing disposable gloves, and the mouth of the glove was tied with a rubber band to prevent water from entering, and Bi Xia's arm was wrapped with a layer of plastic wrap.

The wounds were not too deep and would not leave any sequelae, but unhealed wounds restricted movement. Qiu Zhen used to use his left hand a lot, so the wounds would be opened if he was not careful.

He immediately looked at Bi Xia's reaction, found that he hadn't noticed, and he was relieved, but the most direct manifestation of the wound was oozing blood, and red plum blossoms bloomed on the white gauze.

Bi Xia grabbed his hand: "I'll help you."

"You can't use your arms too hard." Qiu Zhen tied the left hands of the two together with a towel, and said, "Let's do this, we all use one hand."

When the old couple came back, they had already made up for their sleep. They had to have an explanation for going out all night.

Bi Xia ignored Du Cheng's accusation against him, and only said that when he went out for supper last night, he got into a fight and was accidentally injured.

Mr. Xia's heart aches so badly. Although he doesn't spoil the child, he won't let the child suffer or get hurt.

This one was right on his heart, and Mr. Xia was very dissatisfied when he knew how the police station and the school had dealt with it.

"Xiaoqiu, I can't bear this grievance. I'll talk to Xiao Wang next week."

Bi Xia took the initiative to say, "The principal goes to work on Sunday."

If Du Cheng didn't let him go, the possibility of Qiu Zhen not being punished was very low. Even so, the punishment should be reduced as much as possible.

Although Qiu Zhen is directly related, he doesn't seem to need to do anything. In the blink of an eye, Xia Xia has already taken care of everything.

Qiu Zhen was asked a lot of questions at the hospital last night, but Bi Xia kept looking up information, and when they asked for their parents, he called Director Zhang.

First play the double play with Director Zhang to limit the punishment within the school, and then use the influence of Mr. Xia to further strive for leniency. The chain is intertwined. This is what Bi Xia did, but this method is in line with his usual style. Far from it.

Qiu Zhen felt that ironing the post was novel, his Xia Xia was protecting him in his own way.