Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Bi Xia didn't have dinner, went directly back to the dormitory to take a shower, and then went to the school supermarket to buy bread and milk to make do with it.

No. [-] Middle School is not allowed to bring mobile phones, but there are many phone booths in the school, and Bi Xia bought a phone card in the supermarket.

The contact information of his parents in the campus card is filled with grandfather, and now he can only use this yellow shared phone booth with a very old-fashioned feel to call his mother.

It was the first time for him to use this kind of public phone. He looked at the process on the yellow phone, and then pressed a series of numbers.

No one answered. He made a fucking private call. After thinking about it, he pressed another string of numbers. This was Ms. Xia's work number, and he usually wouldn't miss any calls.

This time, there was no time to wait, and the call was automatically rejected.She should have filtered some calls, obviously the public phone is listed here.

Bi Xia sighed softly, and gave way to the students who were behind him.He stuffed the phone card into the pocket of his school uniform jacket and walked towards the teaching building.

It's ridiculous to say that he has been like this since he was a child. To contact his parents, he needs to call and wait for a call back.

Bi Haicheng works day and night, forgetting to sleep and eat, but Ms. Xia rarely misses work calls, she just doesn't pay much attention to the other mobile phone.

During the evening self-study, Bi Xia was rarely distracted. He brought his mobile phone last week, and kept it turned off and put it in his schoolbag. The battery should not have lost much power.

The question is when and where should he go to sit in violation of school rules.The school rules of No. [-] Middle School are strictly enforced at the school level. Teachers sometimes turn a blind eye to students' violations, but things like bringing mobile phones are definitely not included.

No matter how good the grades are, there is no privilege in this respect.

There is an open space behind the complex building. It is said that there should have been a building here originally, which was specially used as an office building for teachers, the kind for leisure and entertainment.

But for some unknown reason, this place is still a flat sandy land—yes, even cement is useless.

This vacant space is a temporary parking lot. It will only be open when the school has any large-scale activities, or when the school is on holiday, and no one comes here at ordinary times.

After the evening self-study get out of class, Bi Xia didn't rush to the place he had chosen. Instead, he handed in his homework, took his mobile phone to the bathroom, turned it on to check the battery, and returned to the classroom after making sure it was all right.

In the second quarter, there is eye exercises in the evening self-study class, and the people on duty will come to count the number of people, and the head teacher also likes to come by at this time.After class, Bi Xia stayed in the classroom for half an hour before going out without changing his face.

Many classes have a registration book for entering and leaving the classroom for evening self-study, but their class does not have it. The old class said that it depends on self-consciousness.

Bi Xia has always sat more steadily than anyone else, and he is still doing his own thing when there is a lot of noise in the classroom.Qiu Zhen was a little curious when he went out in the middle of the evening self-study today, and this curiosity reached its peak when the old class asked him where Bi Xia was going.

How strange, not only did his deskmate leave the classroom midway, but he didn't even ask the class teacher for leave.

But at the same table, they should help each other and take care of things together, so Qiu Zhen said without changing his face: "He's a little unwell, he's gone to the infirmary."

Old Ban showed some concern on his face: "What happened to him?"

"It should be a stomachache. Don't worry, teacher. I'll go over and have a look. I've finished my homework."

The old class nodded: "Alright, if it's serious, remember to tell me, nothing will happen if your parents hand you over to the school."

Qiu Zhen was ordered to leave the classroom in this way, first wandered to the infirmary, and glanced from the window from a distance. There was only one doctor on duty, but resting in the infusion room was not ruled out.

Qiu Zhen entered the infirmary, and the doctor looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

He just asked casually, Qiu Zhen didn't seem to have anything wrong, he had seen such students a lot, and he came to the infirmary to visit if he had nothing to do.

Sure enough, Qiu Zhen said, "I have a sore throat, buy lozenges."

The doctor gave him a box of the most unpalatable lozenges. Qiu Zhen dug one and stuffed it into his mouth in front of his face.

Bah, what the hell, it's so unpalatable and it's also called lozenges?

Qiu Zhen went out of the infirmary and did not go back to the teaching building, but went to the playground to take a look. At this time, the sports school students were not training, and the playground was very quiet, except for the occasional siren sound from the road outside far away. .

In the evening, there is no teacher in the physical education office. Unlike the teachers of cultural courses, the physical education teacher does not need to stay in the office for evening self-study to answer questions for students at any time.

There is no light source in the office, and the outdoor playground has no street lights. It is dark and the sight is not very good. Qiu Zhen walked half of the playground to make sure that there is no one here.

Not in the infirmary, not in the playground, and can't go back to the dormitory at this time.Where can I go?

After searching several places, he couldn't find anyone, and Qiu Zhen was not in a hurry to go back. He was very interested in guessing the whereabouts of his deskmate.

In the open space behind the complex building, Bi Xia avoided the surveillance and stood behind a tree, holding a silver-white mobile phone in his hand.

The call was still not connected, but Bi Xia was not discouraged, so he changed his work account and made three consecutive calls and finally heard Ms. Xia's voice.

"Hello? Dongdong. Mom is a little busy here, you..."

"Did you buy the hot search?"

"what?"

"Hot search on Weibo, last weekend, the top student."

Ms. Xia laughed: "What are you talking about, Dongdong, my mother has long said that you should be born to eat this bowl of rice. The hot search was done by myself, but my mother asked someone to criticize it."

"Where is Weibo? You also opened it?"

"Well, I bought some fans for you by the way, if you want to take care of it yourself."

"Aren't you afraid of my collapse?"

What he said was a bit ironic. Ms. Xia wanted him to enter the entertainment industry and let him stand at the top. She had been planning for him since he was in junior high school.

He didn't like it, so he chose to come back with his grandfather. Ms. Xia was very angry about this, and Bi Xia thought she had given up.Looking at the current situation, it is obviously not the case.

Xia Wenlan didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in his son's words: "Dongdong, you are different from them, you are the best character. As long as you think about it, mother will stop all the work and take you alone."

"I do not want."

"You're still young. We'll talk about this later. Mom did all these things for your own good. If you do these things now, if you want to take this path in the future, it will be smoother. It doesn't matter if you don't want to."

"No if, I don't like it."

"In this circle, it's too rare to be a true academic master. You look good. You still have your parents paving the way for you. Dongdong, the path your mother planned for you must be the easiest..."

Bi Xia didn't speak any more, and Ms. Xia fell silent after talking for a while: "Dongdong, mom still has work to do, so hang up first, call mom when you are on vacation, and mom will go pick you up."

"Well. Then..."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

see.

Ms. Xia had already hung up the phone, and Bi Xia said her farewell softly, which she couldn't hear.

"Our university has done a lot of great things. Let me do the math. I go to the billiards room on weekends, the school brings a mobile phone, and I skip classes at night to make calls..."

This is Qiu Zhen's usual tone, Bi Xia turned around, and sure enough, he saw his deskmate standing not far away looking at him, still in that lazy posture with the focus on the back.

Bi Xia frowned: "What do you want?"

He tightened his grip on the mobile phone. The mobile phone belongs to Apple. Last year's model, Ms. Xia originally bought him a new model every year. This year, he came back with his grandfather, so it is estimated that there will be no more.

Bi Xia said something casually, and Qiu Zhen almost exploded in anger.He didn't know why he came out to find someone, let alone what to do, but he was sure he wouldn't make a small report.

If you think about it, you know, whoever made a small report before making a small report, most of the time, said a few good words and then passed it by.

But this method obviously doesn't work for Bi Xia, he doesn't know Qiu Zhen's demands at all.

Qiu Zhen sneered: "What can I do to you, I can also tell the old class that you went to the infirmary when the old class asked, and then came out and ran half of the school to look for you, and you asked me what I thought! "

As Qiu Zhen talked, he remembered the last time he wrote a note to comfort others and was ridiculed for being ugly, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.Can't this guy have a good word to say?

Qiu Zhen turned and went back to the classroom, leaving Bi Xia standing there, looking at the direction he left, a little dazed.

Did he do something wrong?

Qiu Zhen is very good, you can tell by his popularity, although sometimes the fierce classmates are a little afraid of him, but it does not prevent everyone from liking him.It's because he hasn't gotten along well with his peers for too long.

His junior high school is a private school built on the middle of the mountain. The school has all kinds of facilities and is divided into three departments: primary school, junior high school and high school.More than half of the classmates in the class have known each other since elementary school. He, who just transferred from a public school in junior high school, seemed a bit out of place.

They looked down on him, and Bi Xia also had his own pride, so he simply didn't communicate with others and buried himself in his books.

Bi Xia, who had good grades but was out of gregariousness, was naturally isolated.In this kind of school, campus bullying will not happen, the students' family backgrounds are not simple, and the teachers are very responsible.But there is nothing the teacher can do about things like cold violence.

Ms. Xia was a little disappointed in him, and sent him to such a school where communication was more important than grades, but Bi Xia was bored with his studies.

All his spare time is spent in the library and billiards room.Fortunately, the teacher likes him, and he is proud of himself. If there is anything that makes Ms. Xia very satisfied, it is that he also represents the school in various calligraphy and speech competitions.

He has never been frightened on stage, which is in line with Ms. Xia's expectations.No one knew he would have preferred to participate in the debate, but debate was never a one-man event.

Bi Xia withdrew his thoughts and walked slowly towards the classroom.

Qiu Zhen walked fast with anger, slowed down after walking a few steps, and looked back quietly, but there was no one there.

After getting angry, he was a little annoyed, why did it become like this?

Speaking of it, he was wrong before. He misunderstood the deskmate because of the summer homework at the beginning, and Bi Xia was cold and indifferent. His attitude towards the deskmate has never been friendly.

He tried to establish a good relationship with Bi Xia, but accidents happened one after another. His paper was stained in the math competition exam, and there was also the matter of paint later.He still doesn't know who did it, but he played with the paint tray and put it on the seat, so he is also responsible.

It's normal for Bi Xia not to have a good face towards him, some jokes were originally made between acquaintances, and they obviously couldn't get enough of it.

Qiu Zhen was going to wait for someone to come back to communicate with him, but he sat in the classroom for a few minutes and didn't see anyone.what happened?

When he couldn't help but want to go out to find someone, the back door was pushed open.

Qiu Zhen looked up, and when he saw it, he was stunned.

Bi Xia's cheeks were wet, and the hair on his forehead also occupied some water, as if he had just washed his face.He pursed his lips tightly, showing no emotion, but his eyes were red.

This is, crying again?