Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The two words of scoring are like a guillotine hanging in the heart, which may fall at any time, and Qiu Zhen wastes a few sheets of manuscript paper without writing a satisfactory love letter.

Looking at his scrapped manuscript, he finally understood Lao Ban's mood, what kind of shit is this.

He pondered for a while that the love letter should be lyrical, but besides I love you, he couldn't think of any other confession. Does Xia Xia need a confession written on paper?

He finally felt powerless, I want to give you the best, but I have nothing.

It's different from the feeling of racking your brains and having nothing to write when writing a composition. First, there is no time to struggle with the composition of the exam. If you can't write it, you can just make up nonsense.Secondly, now he has a lot of things he wants to say, but when he writes them on paper, he feels that it is not the case.

Vulgar, naive, nasty, he rubbed another piece of paper, thinking blankly.

Fortunately, there is no limit to the number of words. In the end, Qiu Zhen used the words he thought were the most beautiful and only wrote three words.

Bi Xia received his love letter and didn't think about homework. The old class only said that there was a method that he needed to cooperate with, without specifying what it was. He didn't even know it was a love letter.

It really doesn't look like a love letter, a piece of A4 paper, folded in half from the middle twice, without an envelope, without any decoration, just like Qiu Zhen's confession back then, very pure and unpretentious.

Bi Xia unfolded the A4 paper, except for three creases, there were only three characters on the paper, and the content on it was clear at a glance, but his eyes stayed there for a while, and then he began to think about what day he didn't know today.

He didn't think about it, and looked at Qiu Zhen with some doubts, Qiu Zhen said hesitantly, "Love letter."

"……Um."

Qiu Zhen coughed twice in a concealed manner: "Then... how much score did you score?"

A confused expression gradually appeared on Bi Xia's face: "Score?"

Qiu Zhen realized some problems: "Didn't Lao Ban tell you?"

Bi Xia also realized what Lao Ban called the method that required his cooperation.

But he didn't really rate it. A sincere emotion should not be judged by a certain standard under any circumstances.

He carefully kept this "love letter" with only three characters.

Qiu Zhen lowered his head and rubbed the ground with his toes for a while, then approached him and whispered, "Xia Xia, I don't think there is anything worthy of you."

Bi Xia was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said softly, "You."

Qiu Zhen felt that his boyfriend's rank was much higher than him, and just such a word made him discriminate between things.

There seemed to be fireworks exploding in his mind. The bright light and violent noise made him unable to see or hear anything other than fireworks.

At this moment, my heart was pounding.

Bi Xia was not used to this way of speaking, and his ears were slightly red, but he still looked into Qiu Zhen's eyes and said seriously: "A good love letter can touch many people, but you only need a blank piece of paper to touch me. You The composition of the paper should convince the marking teachers, they have common preferences."

Qiu Zhen imprinted the first half of the words in his heart, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, and his brain tried hard to think about the second half of Xia Xia's words.

He thought of the old class saying that he humiliated the marking teacher. Of course, the real situation is not that exaggerated. Not every teacher hates mathematics, but they must like Chinese and beautiful language.

He thought again, the essence of a love letter, to be lyrical, to express one's emotions.So he didn't confiscate it anymore, and he didn't write an article a week like the old class said, but wrote a small card every now and then when he remembered it.

Qiu Zhen bought the small cards from the girls in his class. At first they were all A4 papers. They didn’t have any serious use when they bought them, so he just used them to write love letters.

Often there are only one or two sentences, simple and straightforward, and sometimes even illogical. Anhydrous copper sulfate turns blue when it meets water, and it can also be related to me. I am only one away from turning blue.

In fact, Bi Xia didn't understand why he turned blue, maybe for him, blue was not melancholy but happy.

As Bi Xia said, Qiu Zhen only needed a blank piece of paper to impress him, no matter what was written on the card, he could keep it away without changing his face.

From another point of view, Lao Ban's goal has been achieved. These sentences are completely different from Qiu Zhen's exam composition-there is no strict logic, but a bit lively and sincere.

Shangguan Lu Yuan looked at Qiu Zhen sending cards one by one, shook his head and commented four words: crazy bees, waves and butterflies.

Until the old class came to ask Bi Xia Qiuzheng if he had written anything, Bi Xia nodded, and the old class left again.

Shangguan Lu Yuan was at a loss, what did he write?

"What are you guys playing? Too much pressure and the boss asked you to write love letters to relax?"

Bi Xia didn't answer him, he guessed for a long time, and finally thought of it when Qiu Zhen came up again to give a small card.

"Isn't it writing essays and practicing pens?"

Qiu Zhen's composition is well-known. In order to increase the interest, the teacher will use his composition as negative material when teaching composition.

It's not entirely negative material, his idea is still very accurate.

So it is generally like this: "... But everyone, don't worry, as long as the intention is accurate, the sentences are smooth and there are no typos, there must be a benchmark score, such as this one..."

Qiu Zhen knew exactly what Shangguan wanted most, and he nodded with a smile: "Yes, Xia Xia will help me with my composition."

Shangguan Lu Yuan: "..."

No matter how many times I hear this, I still feel sour.

But this is not the honor of being at the same table, but the privilege of boyfriend, he will never even think about it in his life.

He looked away resentfully, not wanting to talk to him for a while.

The old class only asked once, and didn't really ask Bi Xia to give a score.

What he said at the beginning was just to remind Qiu Zhen not to fool around just because his boyfriend wouldn't expose him, and he didn't mean to embarrass them.

The weekly exam is not so formal, and the papers are corrected by the teacher.

Lao Ban put aside Bi Xia's papers this time, and he wanted to be the first to read Qiuzheng's papers to check and accept the practice results during this period.

I turned directly to the back and roughly browsed the composition. This time, I didn’t get it. I used common conjunctions, and the explanatory language was less.

The effect is not bad, Lao Ban thought cheerfully.

Qiuzheng's problem is too obvious, and if he consciously corrects it, it will be corrected quite quickly.

Looking at this soft and quite a lot of composition, the old class was very satisfied and gave him 45 points. Although it is still not very good, at least it has improved.

The more you watch, the more you are satisfied, and the more you think about it, the more proud you are. He is a model of teaching students according to their aptitude. Look, if you handle it well, falling in love can also help students learn.

This is a model of his educational success.

The next day, there was a word on the wall next to the desk of the old class: Teach students in accordance with their aptitude.

He wrote the words himself, and he took them to communicate with the principal before hanging them on the wall.Looking at this picture, he can face it optimistically no matter what bad answers he encounters when he corrects the paper next time.

He told himself that there are no students who can't teach well, only teachers who can't teach. Be patient and don't give up.

……

After several weekly exams, it was the end of the year again, and Christmas was just around the corner. Lao Ban brought back a stack of postcards almost every day.

When Qiu Zhen came, Bi Xia was sorting out the postcards and put them in two categories—those that needed to be returned and those that did not.

Qiu Zhen remembered Bi Xia's letter in English in his first year of high school, and he felt that they could now understand each other's social relationship, so he casually mentioned it.

Bi Xia said, "A friend."

"He has rewritten it in Chinese now?"

The greeting cards that Bi Xia sorted out are not in English—goodgoodstudy, daydayup, etc. are not counted.

"No more contact." Qiu Zhen considered whether to continue asking, but Bi Xia said, "He doesn't need it anymore."

He said it without the slightest regret of being forgotten.In the first year there, he still needed to contact domestic friends who were not so close, because they were of the same kind, and they were one of the few people who had a little common language.

Now he doesn't need it, which is good.

This year’s New Year’s Eve Gala’s third class newspaper program is an African dance, 18 people are all boys, full of wildness, and the soundtrack makes people think of the animal world.

If their class is rough to the extreme, then the program of class four is elegant to the extreme.They held a sacrificial ceremony, and Bixia was the priest who recited prayers on the high platform, praying for good weather in the coming year, surrounded by people singing and dancing.

On the high platform, holding the bamboo slips in his hand, he slowly recited the rhythmic prayers, his voice seemed to contain infinite tolerance and compassion, which made people solemn.

This is still the effect of their school uniforms.

The preliminaries were over, and Class Three successfully entered the finals. Qiu Zhen, as the class leader, was going to draw lots, but the program of Class Four didn't even draw lots—it was directly designated as the first prize, as the opening performance of the party.

On Christmas Eve, all their costumes and props arrived, and Qiu Zhen bought a set of Santa Claus clothes with his private goods.

He went to the administrative building with a Santa Claus costume, and when he came back, the Santa Claus suit in his hand was gone.

It was snowing outside at night, and the get out of class was over for the evening self-study. The students ran to the corridor excitedly to see the snow. However, the time was too short, the snow had not yet accumulated, and the ground was so wet that there were no snow traces at all.

By the second class, the homework has basically been completed, the discipline of the self-study class is not so guaranteed, and there is some commotion in the classroom.

The temperature difference between inside and outside the classroom is large, and a layer of water vapor is condensed on the classroom glass, which is foggy, blocking the sight of the teachers on duty from looking into the classroom, and blocking the snow scene.

Not long after, the students couldn't help but draw a circle on the glass with their fingers out of curiosity, through which to see how the snow outside is.

At first, it was just to watch the snow, but later I started playing with glass and writing on it. More and more people played with it, and there were more and more tricks. After playing, I didn’t want to wait for the water vapor to condense again. Exhale into the glass, the physics are very good.

Qiuzheng was sitting on the podium for the exam. He had no glass at his hand, and his hands were actually a little itchy, but it was too eye-catching to run over to draw a love heart and write two characters. As long as he secretly suppressed such thoughts, he prayed that the snow would be heavier, and he could wake up in the morning. Write on the snow.

The students by the window played more and more happily, and the mist covered the window again. A student pointed out his finger on the cold glass, and he couldn't think of anything to draw for the time being.

Well, this point is like an eye, so draw an emoji, he draws the eye a little bigger, then releases his hand to draw another eye, and then he suddenly sees the eye blinking.

!!!

He refrained from screaming, and then realized that it was the teacher on duty.He looked at the teacher outside the window through the glass in horror, as if he saw the perverted murderer committing crimes in the corridor through the cat's eyes, and met his gaze.

In extreme fright, he exhaled towards the glass, and the white water vapor gradually filled the gap, covering the blinking eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The teacher outside the window: ...

When the evening self-study class was over, the snow was still not heavy, but such a small amount of snow fell overnight, and a thin layer was also accumulated the next morning.

Qiu Zhen didn't have the habit of wearing gloves, but he did bring gloves, which he had prepared for Bi Xia before going downstairs.After that prolonged cough, in Qiu Zhen's heart, he became someone who needed special care in winter.

Bi Xia's hands were stuffed into gloves by Qiu Zhen, but he himself drew a love heart and wrote his name on the hood of the car, and he didn't plan to wipe it after writing, anyway, the snow would disappear as soon as the car started.

Zhou Xing had something to do at the company, and he wanted to leave while it was snowing and there was no class. He saw that the car seemed to be painted by someone from a distance, but he didn't care. There were more such things in winter.

When he got closer, he realized that someone had come to his car to show off his affection.

Little bunny.

Then he circled around and drew a love heart and wrote two names on the buttocks of the clean and flawless car.