Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The math teacher looked familiar, he was the senior director of the political education department.

The students were all stunned. Director Gao said: "Should I not need to introduce myself again? All the students should know me. I only take you in one class. You are usually in the administration building. If you have any questions, you can ask me." If it’s not convenient to go to the mathematics office on the first floor, you can find a teacher at will.”

Director Gao's class is different from usual, not aggressive at all, and quite interesting.It is probably that the leader has been working for a long time, talks too much, and dragged on for 2 minutes.

Bi Xia didn't sleep well last night, and didn't eat well in the morning, so he didn't have much energy at this time, so he lay down on the table to rest after class.

The sun is bright outside, and the light at the end of the corridor is very good. Outside the left window are rows of camphor trees, which are as high as a four-story building, and the sunlight cannot penetrate.

So Bi Xia changed direction and was facing Qiu Zhen.Half of his face was buried in the crook of his arms, making him look extremely small.Boys of this age have some skin problems, but he doesn't have any, his face is clean.Qiuzheng somehow thought of the white porcelain collected by his father.

The eyelashes are also very long, like a doll in a supermarket.

Looking at his delicate sleeping face, Qiu Zhen stuffed the blue book back into the drawer, and said silently: I don't bully anyone, I will settle accounts with you when I come back at noon.

After lunch is lunch break.The lunch time marked on the class schedule is from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], but the actual operation is not like this. Each class is stipulated to go to the classroom for self-study at [-]:[-].

After eating, Qiu Zhen returned to the classroom. It was still early and there were not many people in the classroom. Bi Xia was reading a book with a piece of bread in his hand.

Qiu Zhen couldn't help thinking why he didn't go to lunch, but fortunately he still remembered the morning plan.

He took out the blue book, turned to the last page, folded it, and threw it lightly.

Bi Xia put down "Ulysses" in his hand and looked at him.

Qiuzheng said, "What do you mean?"

Bi Xia glanced at the comment on the book: "Practice more calligraphy."

The head teacher asked him to write the words, but Bi Xia didn't mean to explain.

With his attitude, Qiu Zhen immediately became angry, and he laughed: "Then I will look up at your homework from the school committee?"

Bi Xia's tone didn't change at all: "I didn't come for the placement test, and I didn't receive my homework."

Qiu Zhen knew it long ago, and he just found an excuse to explode: "What a good reason, I didn't write that week's diary? After all, you didn't even participate in military training."

He said you one by one, and his tone was full of sarcasm. The other students in the classroom came back one after another, trying to reduce their sense of existence, secretly observing the movements here, ready to persuade and call the teacher at any time.

Bi Xia's eyes didn't have any waves, and he still said indifferently: "No."

He even picked up the book he had just put down.

He did not write a military training summary, but he wrote a semester plan, but there is no need to say these.

Qiu Zhen slammed his fist on the table and sat down with a cold face.The desk vibrated, and the students in the front row were startled, thinking that there was a fight behind them.

Qi Jiale went back to the dormitory after eating, and when he arrived at the classroom, he saw Brother Qiu punching the table with an angry face.

Qiuzhen is finally going to fight?As a result, Qiu Zhen sat down again.

Qi Jiale walked over, half gossiping and half cautiously asking: "Brother Qiu, who made you angry?"

The students around all listened to the gossip with their ears open, Qiu Zhen said, "What's the matter with you?"

At [-]:[-], the students on duty stepped onto the podium, and the self-study in the afternoon began.

As soon as the nap bell rang, Qiu Zhen fell asleep on the table.

Bi Xia turned over two pages of the book and was about to go to bed. Before going to sleep, he stared at Qiu Zhen's crossed elbow for two seconds, then retracted his gaze, and fell asleep.

The afternoons of Feb. [-] are for writing, Jan. [-] is for reading newspapers, and Wednesday is for singing.But reading newspapers is a matter of liberal arts classes in the second and third grades of senior high school, and they can arrange it freely in the first year of senior high school.

The old class simply asked them to use it to practice calligraphy.

Qiu Zhen took the Chinese textbook and copied the text on the graph paper, while Bi Xia had copybooks spread out on his desk, but he didn't really need it.He paid attention to the people around him from the corner of his eye, hesitated for 10 minutes, and dismissed the get out of class.Qiu Zhen closed the textbook and went out with a stinky face.

Bi Xia turned cold, got up and put the copybooks in the back cabinet, where all the books were temporarily unused.