Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Shangguan Lu Yuan's strategy did not have room to play in the end. His class made it to the final of the 100-meter relay, but failed to make it to the 400-meter relay.

He looked at the exquisite face at the same table and felt a little sorry, but in this way they would not have a match in the afternoon.

"Do you want to go to the teacher's sports meeting in the afternoon?"

"Don't go."

"Why don't you go, the people who went to see it last time said that our old class is very good at skipping rope, let's go and see together?"

"Qiuzhen competition."

"..."

Shangguan Lu Yuan made a zipper gesture, indicating that he shut up.

Bi Xia smiled, instead of appearing in the auditorium of Class [-] in the afternoon, he went to the president of the Volunteer Association to ask for a volunteer's red armband.

When Qiu Zhen saw him at the check-in office, he thought he was dazzled. The volunteers were all freshmen and sophomores. Where did Bi Xia get the red armband?

Definitely not from normal channels.

Qiu Zhen's heart was itching, and when the referee Zhou Xing took them to the competition venue, Qiu Zhen suddenly raised his hand: "Report the referee that I'm nervous, I'll go to the bathroom."

Zhou Xing also saw Bi Xia, and he signed his name on the list without raising his head: "Should I still find a volunteer to accompany you?"

Qiu Zhen chuckled: "That would be even better."

Others watched them play charades inexplicably, and what was even more incomprehensible was that a volunteer wearing a red armband followed him.

Wait, that person looks familiar, isn't that the University Bully of Class Four?There are also volunteers in the third year of high school?

They followed the referee to the track field in a daze, but Qiu Zhen didn't really go to the bathroom.

What he wants to do is not suitable for doing in the bathroom.

Out of everyone's sight, Qiu Zhen possessed his playfulness in an instant, grabbed his red armband and asked viciously, "Where did you get it from?" Then he didn't expect Bi Xia to answer, and finished the following line: "Did you pay a bribe? "

"Little comrade, you are hiding filth, your thinking is not correct, and your style of work is not clean..."

Bi Xia interrupted him: "The game is about to start."

Qiu Zhen put away the script regretfully, then held Bi Xia's back of the neck and kissed it, delicately and deeply.

Business matters.

After finishing the official business, Qiu Zhen returned to the competition venue refreshed. He felt that the current self could break the record.

A group of single dogs can't see what he just went through.

Jinyi travels at night, Qiu Zhen thought regretfully.

As if hearing his heart, the classmate in Class [-] who was startled by him in the morning asked him very enthusiastically, "Brother Qiu, aren't you warming up?"

Qiu Zhen looked mysterious: "It's overheated."

Isn't it too hot?I exercised my lung capacity and got hot all over.

The classmate wondered: Didn't you go to the toilet?How hot?

The game is about to start, and he has no chance to ask.

Qiuzheng went to the handover point ahead of time to stand up, and he was the last one in the final.

Bi Xia stood at the finish line with a red armband, under the blue awning in the infirmary, a little far away from the finish line, not easy to hug, but how could Qiu Zhen give up? He ran after his boyfriend without stopping.

Bi Xia was looking at him at first, he rushed over and hugged him face to face, then rubbed against the crook of his neck, his hot breath sprinkled on his skin, causing a shiver, Bi Xia raised his head and took a deep breath, but Qiu Ling was not pushed away.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bi Xia didn't hug him back, but just supported him modestly.

A referee in a shirt sitting at the top of the mobile stand in the distance whistled at them. When Qiu Zhen looked over, Zhou Xing said, "Let go of the volunteers."

There was a lot of laughter around, Qiu Zhen stood up, with one arm around Bi Xia's waist provocatively: "I won't let you go."

When they came and went, everyone thought they were playing around, but they didn't think much about it.

After the senior high school girl finished running, the 400-meter relay was over. Zhou Xing came down from the temporary stand, and Qiu Zhen walked up to him and whispered, "Thank you, Brother Zhou."

Zhou Xingyi pointed out: "It's your first time, Brother Liang, to lead a class."

Qiu Zhen understood: "I have to go to Peking University no matter what."

"deal?"

"deal."

In fact, the goal was very clear from the very beginning. In the future, Bi Xia would either study Chinese or study history. Naturally, he would go to Peking University.Just as his parents were also from Peking University at the beginning, it is impossible for him to engage in their majors in his life, but it is still possible to be an alumni.

Bi Xia's competition results came out.

Lao Ban came in with a postal package and put it directly on Bi Xia's desk.

The big difference between this knowledge competition and the subject competition is that there is a bonus, and a letter was sent along with the award certificate. Bi Xia went to the office to fill in the bank card according to the instructions and borrowed a computer.

Just waiting to get paid.

There is relatively plenty of time in the past few days for the sports meeting, and the plan that Bi Xia wrote in his notebook for many days was finally finalized.

Qiu Zhen remembered that the dust cover on the sofa at home seemed to have not been put back on, and he could almost imagine Sister Wang snarling at him when she came back and found the sofa was full of dust.

"I'm going home."

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen suddenly remembered that he didn't sleep with Xia Xia last week. They are not roommates now, in other words, they haven't shared the same bed for half a month.

Qiu Zhen hurriedly added: "Come back tomorrow."

Although Bi Xia didn't speak, Qiu Zhen felt that he was in a better mood. Look, Xia Xia also wanted to sleep with him.

This realization pleased him.

So in the evening he invited Bi Xia to have a more pleasant activity, and Bi Xia did not refuse—Qiu Zhen would not have known that if he had stayed here instead of riding a bicycle last week, he should have had this happiness sooner.

Bi Xia received an email. It was a play adapted from a script he had voted for a long time ago and was about to be staged. He was asked for an address to send him a ticket.

What he wrote was a historical drama, and the protagonist was a person with only a name in history but an ominous life. Such a talent is easy to play.

The location of the performance is in Beijing. It was inconvenient for him in the past. The drama will not be performed only once, and there will be opportunities in the future.

Qiu Zhen leaned over and took a look: "You still write plays?"

It was a rainy day, but it didn't work.

Qiu Zhen took a closer look: "It's the premiere, it's a pity not to go," Qiu Zhen thought for a while, "Ask our parents if they are free, they will definitely be willing to go."

For a moment, Bi Xia didn't understand who his parents were calling.He quickly realized that this was referring to Director Bi and Ms. Xia, but Qiu Zhen said so, shouldn't he also send two copies to his uncle and aunt?

Qiu Zhen saw what he meant: "You can ask my parents, there is no shortage of these two tickets. Your historical drama is both historical and literary. I guess they are both willing to go."

The shows are on weekends and they do have time.

When Bi Xia called Ms. Xia, she found that there were many missed calls. It was around ten o'clock in the morning every day, not like garbage calls.

He talked about it with his parents, and Qiu Zhen had already dialed the phone and gave him the phone.

The call was connected immediately, and Sister Wang said in a very aggressive tone, "You still know how to call?"

"...Auntie, it's me, Bixia."

The person on the phone seemed to have changed immediately, and there was no sign of the irritability just now: "It's Xiao Xia, I just said why Qiu Zhen called suddenly after he hadn't contacted him for ten days and half a month."

Qiu Zhen was a little bit wronged, obviously they had talked a lot about Du Cheng a while ago, and Sister Wang thought he was annoying.

"Are you and uncle free? I want to invite you to watch a play."

"A drama?"

Qiu Zhen interrupted suddenly: "You can't say that," he yelled into the phone, "Mom, it's a script written by Xia Xia herself. It's a historical drama. You can ask my dad to go with me."

"Written by Xiaoxia? Then we have to go, when?"

"In the middle of next month, I will send you a ticket then."

"it is good."

Bi Xia called back the number he had persistently called nine times, but no one answered.

He dialed the second one, and if no one answered, he would have to wait until next week.

Fortunately, this time the phone didn't ring long before the phone was picked up. There probably was his note over there, and he didn't ask who Bi Xia was after the call, and directly reported his family name.

A variety show.

"Sorry, I'm not going."

"Don't worry, have you watched "The Most Powerful Brain"? Our program is similar to that one. I think you were the champion of the last "Poetry Conference", which is very suitable for our program."

"Sorry, I don't have time."

"You think about it again? It was recommended to us by the quiz contest. If you don't believe me, you can call to verify. The program is absolutely legitimate, and we are not liars."

"No need to think about it, I don't have time, sorry."

He refused three times in a row. It was a pity that the people over there saw that he was determined not to participate.

Good grades, good looks, good family background and a topic of conversation, what a suitable champion candidate.

Bi Xia is really not free, usually they have classes, and he also has plans for winter vacation.

He took out the black leather notebook and handed it to Qiu Zhen.

Qiu Zhen was stunned. The above was his grade analysis, the total score of each subject, and the average and median scores of the current exam.

In short, it is a very detailed personal data analysis.

Qiuzhen's Chinese is basically one hundred one to one hundred two, which is not too bad, but in Bi Xia's opinion, there is quite a lot of room for improvement.

English one hundred and two to one hundred and three, he is also a person who can speak when he goes abroad, but he has to use his hands and feet to gesture.

I can get [-] in comprehensive science, which is a very good result, but the partial subjects are very partial.

Mathematics is very good, reasoning is good.Overall, there is room for improvement in Chinese, English, and biology, especially in Chinese and English.

Bi Xia said: "Start with Chinese."

Qiu Zhen returned to his usual posture, and suddenly touched Bi Xia's earlobe: "Will Xia Xia make up for me?"

Bi Xia's earlobes were quickly congested and reddened between his fingers, but his expression did not change at all.

"Ah."

"How to make up for it?"

"The basics begin."

Somehow, Qiuzhen felt the chill, the foundation meant a lot, and he didn't think Xiaxia's foundation could be so simple.

Sure enough, Bi Xia opened his notebook, and there was a lesson plan on the back, which listed the knowledge points that he was required to fully master each week in units of weeks.

This is a separate round of review. Looking at the dense knowledge points, Qiu Zhen is a little overwhelmed.

His foundation is not that bad either, he thinks he is actually passable for the "idiom analysis" and "sentence composition analysis" listed above, but obviously not up to Bi Xia's standard.

Fortunately, it was Bi Xia, and Qiu Zhen felt that even if he talked about Marx, he would be able to listen to it.

In fact, Qiuzheng's composition shortcomings are quite obvious. He scored 42 points out of [-] almost every time, which is the basic score in the standard unbiased questions. Bi Xia has not thought about how to correct this for the time being.

It is right to practice more, but writing is too time-consuming.

"Starting next week, every Sunday afternoon."

Qiu Zhen nodded obediently, then moved closer to him and lowered his voice in his ear, almost shouting in a breathy voice: "Teacher Xiao Xia?"