Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The calendar at the front of the classroom was getting thinner and thinner. Class [-]'s calendar was written by Lao Ban and Bi Xia. The students were very active in tearing it up. From the first one, they carefully treasured it.

Later, tearing up the calendar became the job of the student on duty, and that page of the calendar naturally belonged to him.

Bi Xia himself had no intention of collecting it. When it was his turn to be on duty, he folded the calendar and was about to put it in the trash can, but was quickly stopped and robbed.

The girl in front of her was heartbroken: "Such a beautiful handwriting, you can't send it to the trash can just because you wrote it yourself."

Bi Xia did not know how many words he wrote since he was a child, and more of them were thrown into the trash can than left behind. It's no big deal, but...

"I didn't write this one."

If it wasn't written by him, then it was written by Lao Ban. For some reason, the girl looked at the calendar in her hand and felt... She didn't want it that much anymore.

Throwing it back didn't seem too good, she thought about it, a friend from Class [-] always wanted their class's calendar, so she just wanted to give it away, anyway, she couldn't tell who wrote it.

Bi Xia didn't take this matter to heart, he was only on duty for one day, and he could tear up the calendar at most once.

But this matter did not know how to spread in the class.

Everyone knows this calendar. Lao Ban not only wrote the bottom plate, but also wrote a few numbers.But they both wrote official script, and they deliberately made the calendar harmonious and unified. Most people really can't tell the difference, so people come to ask Bi Xia almost every day: Who wrote today's one.

Trying to collect calendars is basically girls, there are many girls in Class [-], so it looks like the whole class is collecting.

It's not that everyone dislikes Laoban's calligraphy, but the main reason is that few of them are calligraphy lovers. Keeping the calendar is a bit of commemorative significance on the one hand-the countdown to the college entrance examination, and on the other hand, they like Bixia.

Although everyone likes Lao Ban very much, he is a middle-aged man after all... Forget it?

Shangguan Lu Yuan thought it was interesting, and would occasionally help to read it, but he was actually just guessing and couldn't see anything, but Qiu Zhen never missed it.

Bi Xia was not there, so Qiu Zhen concluded that this piece of paper was not written by him after just one glance.

Shangguan Lu Yuan couldn't believe it: "Have you ever studied calligraphy?"

"It doesn't count," Qiu Zhen casually wrote Bi Xia's name on the paper, "It's just practicing calligraphy with Xia Xia."

Shangguan Lu Yuan saw that this word was [-]% similar to Bi Xia's name written on the cover. He could tell the difference because he was looking at it. If he took it out alone, he really didn't have the confidence to recognize it.

He made a careful comparison again: "You... have two tricks."

Qiu Zhen is very modest: "I can also recognize Xia Xia's handwriting."

Shangguan Lu Yuan: "..."

When Bi Xia came back from the office, he saw her boyfriend teaching his deskmate to write. As soon as he came back, both of them put down their pens to look at him with a disgusted look. he.

……

The third year of high school seems to be composed of one test after another, with a small test every week and a big test every other week.The test papers are falling in the classroom like snowflakes, leaving no time for others, no time to think about the future, no time to be confused. Everyone knows that their goal is only one, the college entrance examination.

April is almost the most comfortable season of the year. As long as the weather is fine, no teacher will occupy the physical education class. Not only that, but students are not allowed to run back to the classroom halfway to study.

Most of the boys are willing to play basketball, and most of the girls are only willing to take a walk on the playground, sit under the shade of a tree, chat and read books and memorize words.

Obviously Bi Xia also participated in a basketball game, but no one except Qiu Zhen could persuade him to play. Classes [-] and [-] didn't take physical education together, so he hadn't touched basketball for a long time.

This day, the chemistry teacher of the third class had to adjust the class temporarily, and the physical education class was moved to the afternoon, so that the classes of the third class and the fourth class were arranged together.

Qiu Zhen originally wanted to give Bi Xia a surprise, but he was spotted during lunch: "Didn't you attend PE class?"

If Qiuzheng were in physical education class, it would be impossible for him to wear his coat properly without sweating.

"It's in the afternoon, let's play basketball together."

In the afternoon physical education class, as soon as the teacher said free activities, all the boys ran away with the ball and disappeared. Qiu Zhen rejected the invitation of the classmates in the class, and took Bi Xia to find a very remote basketball hoop.

There is no basket net here, and the ground has not been painted. Not far from the nursery, the white lines on the ground can no longer be seen clearly, and there are a few cracks across the cement surface, but Qiu Zhen is very satisfied with this environment.

There is no one else here.

It was inconvenient to go back to take a shower at this time, Bi Xia tried his best to avoid sweating, but Qiu Zhen was not so particular, and even took off his shirt at the end of the fight.

In the daylight, Qiu Zhen dribbled the ball shirtless for a layup, his body drew a beautiful arc in the air, even if Bi Xia didn't fight him, his movements were all fancy, not for keeping the ball, but simply for the peacock to open his tail .

Bi Xia turned his eyes away, even if this is a boyfriend, even if they have met each other countless times, he still feels a little uncomfortable looking at Qiu Zhen like this, he is a masculine after all.

Seeing this, Qiu Zhen curled his lips quietly, and walked up to him with the ball, his whole body was filled with steaming heat.

Bi Xia took the ball and took the opportunity to stagger a step to shoot, but was trapped from behind. Qiu Zhen put his hand on his and said in his ear: "It's been too long and I forgot? I'll teach you."

After "teaching" half a class, Qiu Zhen regretted that the class time was too short. I don't know which class's physical education teacher blew the whistle first, followed by one after another. Qiu Zhen put on his clothes and led his boyfriend back, and walked away. Before coming to someone, I would deliberately scratch his palm and ask, "Do you remember?"

The second model is the most difficult of the three mock exams, but it is a real master who dares to face the difficult test papers and face up to the dismal scores.

Shangguan Lu Yuan took his tablemate and his own report card and compared each subject.He is also very stable in the exam, and there are no points that should not be lost this time. Compared with himself, he is satisfied with this result, but when he is in front of Bi Xia, he knows what the gap is.

He sighed: "If I repeat the exam, can I get your score?"

Qiu Zhen answered for him: "Do you know the difference between a 99-[-] student master and a full-score student god?"

Shangguan Lu Yuan: "..."

Qiu Zhen also did well in the exam this time, and with the [-] points added, he was the first in his year group.

This time science and mathematics were surprisingly difficult. It was said that many people could only solve the first small problem for the last big problem. Qiu Zhen still got full marks, and I don’t know how many points he got for this class alone.

Even without those [-], he can still reach the third place.

Although science is not like liberal arts, since the second year of high school, No.1 has not moved and No.2 has rarely changed, but there are only a few who come and go in the first three. Qiuzhen suddenly got the first place in the exam this time. , has the meaning of a little dark horse.

It was almost the college entrance examination and his score was raised suddenly, and some classmates came to inquire about his study methods.

Qiu Zhen didn't know what had come to his mind, he got interested, and asked someone to approach him mysteriously.

"You know the cornucopia, right?"

The visitor nodded doubtfully, isn't it the square?

Qiu Zhen said again: "That's the lowest place in our school, a treasured place of geomantic omen, and a place where spiritual energy gathers."

This rumor has always been there, and it is nothing new. The classmate couldn't figure out why he mentioned it, but he still listened patiently.

Qiuzhen was very satisfied with the patience of his classmates, he continued to lay the groundwork: "That fountain..."

There is a fountain pool on the east side of the school square. The number of times it opens in a year can be counted on two hands. It opens when school starts, Teacher’s Day, and brother schools come to visit. Some leading groups come to guide.

"fountain?"

The classmates were even more puzzled, why did they talk about the fountain.

"Look at the temple, is there a wishing pool?"

"Yes."

"You don't have aura, why don't you understand?" Qiu Zhen said, "The wishing pool!"

The classmate finally realized: "Oh——"

The two of them were like talking about cross talk, one was teasing the other, and they understood the matter of the fountain. Qiu Zhen patted him on the shoulder: "Young children can be taught."

"..."

This classmate was probably bored in life, so he found some adjustments, added fuel to Qiu Zhen's words, and quickly spread the word.

"The fountain in the school is very effective. Just throw a coin and pray sincerely..."

There is no shortage of exams in the third year of high school. There are only three exams a week. After a week, there are more and more coins in the wishing pool.

The third year of high school is playing like this, how can the first and second year of high school not be curious, even if there is no college entrance examination in front, it does not prevent them from tossing coins to join in the fun, anyway, it is only a dollar at most.

When there are many people, there is always a time when it will come true.

"Throw away a dime that day and get another bottle."

"The teacher didn't find out that the homework was not handed in."

"I didn't get caught ordering takeaway."

……

The school didn't take it seriously at first, but later found it was wrong, the wishing pool, no, why are there more and more coins in the fountain?

Director Zhang stood by the fountain and was about to find a classmate to ask. Sure enough, someone came soon, but it was probably because his face was so frightening that he shouted "What are you doing?", the classmate dropped the coin and ran away. After chasing two steps, he reacted and stopped to adjust the instrument and waited for the next one.

The next classmate arrived soon, and he grabbed him and told him what he knew.

Then the Department of Political Affairs and Education spent a week asking many students for questioning, and finally figured out the source. As soon as Qiu Zheng's punishment was revoked, Director Zhang reported his criticism on the radio.

When he was broadcasting, the whole school was laughing, and Qiu Zhen was writing a self-criticism in the office. Since Director Zhang said that the plot was serious and must be used as an example, he had to read it in front of the teachers and students of the school next week.

On Monday, Qiu Zhen held the microphone and the script, and said "Hello" several times, followed by a burst of laughter.

Director Zhang kicked him, but it didn't work, so Qiu Zhen dodged away.

"what are you doing?"

Qiu Zhen said innocently, "I'll try the sound."

Director Zhang took a deep breath and told himself not to argue with this brat, the hair belonged to him.

"Get started quickly."

"Okay!" Qiu Zhen responded briskly, and the students below were laughing again. The review hadn't started yet, and it had already brought a lot of happiness to everyone, so when Qiu Zhen opened his mouth, there was a tsunami of applause below.

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect me to be so popular, I'm flattered."

The applause that had just stopped rang out again, and Qiu Zhen saw that Director Zhang who had just stepped aside was about to come to him to settle the score, so he quit when he saw it and quickly began to read the self-criticism.

He read the content of the review slowly, and finally said: "Let's study this...you still have to rely on yourself, don't take shortcuts, if you really want to pray to God, you should go to the temple to worship, our fountain is a pure The fountain..."

He started talking nonsense again, and Director Zhang directly took the microphone from him and said, "This is the end of this meeting."

On the way back, almost everyone was laughing, Qiu Zhen was undoubtedly left by Director Zhang to educate him again, and Shangguan Lu Yuan was able to walk beside his deskmate.

With a bit of sourness, he said, "No.1 is pride."

It was sad to say that when dividing subjects, he thought that Bi Xia would definitely choose science, so he resolutely chose liberal arts in order not to be overwhelmed by others, but he did not expect that in the end he would still be second in ten thousand years.

Bi Xia smiled and said nothing, this first place really made Qiu Zhen relax a lot.