Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

No, it can't be said, he has seen too many straight men's malice.

Bi Xia turned his gaze out of the window, he didn't want to gamble, he didn't want to try.

Qiu Zhen felt that his deskmate was like a snail with a shell on its back. It was hard to pull him out a little, but somehow he retracted.

Originally they were running together, although Bi Xia didn't talk much, but Qiu Zhen could feel the change in his attitude and felt a sense of accomplishment.

In the end, we went out together, and when we came back, we were no different from before.There is still a little difference. It used to be indifference and now it is alienation, deliberately keeping a distance.

Everyone happily waited for the arrival of the sports meeting, and their minds were a little floating.In order to maintain discipline, the old class came over five or six times a night.

However, the floating flames were extinguished by a light rain.

When I woke up on Tuesday morning, the sky was cloudy. Looking out from the balcony, the ground was wet and it was raining again.

Autumn rain is different from summer rain. It is neither urgent nor heavy, but it just happens to be fine and dense for a whole day.The rain still didn't stop in the evening, and everyone gave up hope for the sports meeting.

According to the original plan, the sports meeting was held on Wednesday. Although the rain stopped on Wednesday morning, the ground was still a little slippery. Everyone stopped discussing sports meeting related matters and sat down to read early.

After the morning reading, the sports march sounded on the radio, and the students were still a little confused. It is winter time, and the morning exercise time is after the second period. What is the reason for suddenly playing the sports march at this time?

Someone from an unknown class upstairs yelled, "Sports meet!"

The resounding resounded throughout the teaching building, instantly boiling the teaching area.

The old class also had a smile on his face: "It's the opening ceremony in the morning. The ground is not dry yet, so we can't compete. Take your things down first and set up the camp."

The camp and the spectator seats are not located in the same place. There are many things that need to be placed in the camp, most of which are for athletes, and it is not appropriate to set them up in the stands.

The battalions of each squad are in small rooms under the stands, and several squads share one room.

There are doors at both ends of the small house, and the glass door leading to the side of the playground allows you to see the scene on the runway.

Students from the other two classes came and went, always chirping in front of the door to discuss and watch the game.

Bi Xia was not interested in this, and had been sitting at the table after the opening ceremony to sort out the newsletter.

Newsletters can also add to the class total score, but it is relatively small, and only [-] points are added for ten articles. In the competition, it is more than this point, and the sports meeting is still about sports.

The old class asked each student to write two articles and hand them over to Bi Xia. Bi Xia made some revisions from time to time, watching the competition schedule and submitting the manuscripts.

Class [-] handed in more than a dozen manuscripts in the morning and only read one, which shouldn't be the case.

People kept going back and forth between the camp and the viewing area. At first, Bi Xia asked them to bring their manuscripts and submit them.Later he passed by himself once.

The playground is surrounded by stands, and their class is arranged next to the rostrum. The location is not bad, and they can watch the track and field competitions.

Bi Xia stared at the podium for a while.

The presidium of the student union has not yet been re-elected, but the recruiting of the following departments has been completed.Those sitting on the rostrum reading the manuscript are members of the radio station, belonging to the Propaganda Department.

Now, the freshman members are basically selecting manuscripts, and the sophomores are reading manuscripts, but most of the manuscripts read out are sophomores.There are even senior sisters who read manuscripts and write on them with a pen, writing one and reading one.

Bonus points are calculated based on the manuscripts that are read.

He is determined to win the student council election, but now he seems to be unable to do anything.

Bi Xia no longer struggled with this issue, and went back to the camp to sit. In addition to the newsletter, he still had his own speech to prepare. Tonight he was going to run for the presidium.

It rained two days ago, and the ground of the playground was slippery and not suitable for running. Qiu Zhen didn't run for a few days. Today, the rare weather permits, and he is going to take his deskmate to run.

However, Bi Xia did not return to the classroom after dinner. Qiu Zhen waited for a while, and the self-study officially started at night after the preparation time, but Bi Xia still did not come back.

Qiu Zhen simply went to the office to ask the teacher, and the old class said that he should run for the presidium of the student union in the administration building.

Qiuzheng left the office and was going to the administration building. When he got to the stairs, he felt something was wrong... Does his election have anything to do with me?

Thinking of this, he wanted to go to the classroom again, but his legs didn't seem to be able to control him.

After struggling for a while, Qiu Zhen went to the administration building.

Just take a look, at least they are at the same table.

The final hurdle in the presidium election is the school-wide vote. At that time, the specific position will be determined among five people, and no one will lose the election.

Now is the most critical round.

There was no special announcement for this round of elections, but students who got the news and had the ability to let the class teacher let them go could come and watch, they could only watch but not choose.

The right to decide is in the hands of the school leaders and the members of the presidium of the previous student union.

Bi Xia was the only candidate in the first year of senior high school, and almost none of them knew that they were running for election today. The third year of senior high school would not come to see it if they knew about it. Most of the students present were sophomores.

In previous years, the student union election was indeed only a sophomore event, but this year is destined to be different.

When Qiu Zhen came over, Bi Xia had just come on stage, he didn't deliberately change clothes and put on make-up like the others, he just went up in his school uniform.

He first bowed, and then introduced himself with the most common beginning: "Hello, everyone, my name is Bi Xia, I am from Class [-] of Senior High School, and I am running for the position of President of the Student Union..."

Bi Xia didn't deliberately take out the script, but the speech was more like a prop for him to change his sight.

When he gave a speech, he spoke a little differently than usual. The last time Qiu Zhen heard such a voice was the one that woke him up from his nap at the end of the military training.

"I have a lot of self-control,..."

"learning aspect……"

"Finally, the students of No. [-] Middle School will have many opportunities for foreign exchanges. The chairman of the student union is also the face of No. [-] Middle School from another perspective. As far as my personal image is concerned,"

When Bi Xia said this, he looked around the auditorium and saw his deskmate beside a pot of fortune tree. He finished what he said just now according to the original rhythm: "I think I can do it."

There was a burst of applause from the audience, probably not expecting someone to openly say that they are good-looking in such a campaign, although good-looking is indeed a bonus.

"Thank you everyone." Bi Xia bowed again and stepped off the stage after speaking.

Principal Wang had a smile on his face. Bi Xia's speech was very interesting. Most of the candidates said that they should do a good job as a bridge of communication between the school and students. Only Bi Xia focused on external exchanges to win honor for the school.

Others are more or less self-effacing, only Bi Xia is full of self-confidence from the beginning to the end, but he restrains his edge very well, so that people will not think he is arrogant.

Today's Bi Xia is shining brightly.

Bi Xia walked off the stage, the applause continued, Qiu Zhen felt that the chairman of the student union at the same table as him should be stable, and it seemed to make no difference whether he came or not.

There are about 20 people participating in the election, three to five minutes per person, and one evening self-study is just right.The voting results were announced on the spot, and the five people with the highest number of votes entered the final election.

After Bi Xia stepped down, he walked towards the fortune tree, but Qiu Zhen had disappeared.

On the other hand, the senior who handed out the forms on the day of the primary election came over to say hello to him. She knew that she was not as good as him after seeing Bi Xia's speech, so she extended her hand to Bi Xia generously: "Hello, my name is Zhang Yuxin, and there is a high probability that I will become your vice-president. Chairman, we will have a happy cooperation in the coming year."

She tacitly agreed that Bi Xia would definitely be elected as the chairman of the student union, and Bi Xia was not humble, and stretched out her hand: "It's a happy cooperation."

When Bi Xia returned to the classroom, Qiu Zhen was still waiting for him.

"Go to the playground together?"

Bi Xia nodded when he thought of the rarely familiar figure among a group of strangers during his speech just now.

Qiu Zhen discovered that the best way to maintain friendship with him at the same table is actually to be as alienated as he is, and he will avoid him if he is too warm.

On Wednesday morning, there was basically no race scheduled due to the slippery ground. On Thursday, the race schedule was a little tight. The 500 meters originally scheduled in the morning were squeezed into the afternoon.

The paper clip on Qiuzheng's number cloth was rusted, so I came to the camp to change it.The room in the camp was too short for his height, and he would hit the ceiling with a light jump.

Hearing footsteps, Bi Xia looked up at him and then lowered his head to copy the newsletter in his hand.

Qiu Zhen found that there was an extra "Modern Chinese Dictionary" on the table today, it seems that he is relatively free today.

Qiu Zhen took the pin from the small box and asked casually, "Did you write it for me?"

Bi Xia didn't raise his head: "One thousand and five people wrote it."

"Have you written it?"

Bi Xia finally raised his head, and then spit out two words: "No."

Qiu Zhen began to howl, as if Bi Xia had done something outrageous: "You went to win honor for the class at the same table, and you didn't even write a manuscript?"

Bi Xia finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw a can of Red Bull at him: "Get lost."

Qiu Zhen took the red bull, tossed it up and down and walked away with a smile, not at all unhappy because of the sound of rolling.

In fact, alienation is not necessarily necessary, Bi Xia will never reject a person who smiles at him.

Qiuzhen entered the playground and waited for the game to start. Bi Xia glanced at the time, said something to Cheng Xiaoxiao who was on duty at the camp today, and left with the manuscript in hand.

Cheng Xiaoxiao found that although his male god looked a bit cold, he was actually gentle and polite to everyone, except Qiu Zhen, and Bi Xia was not polite to him at all, and they seemed to have a good relationship.

On the runway, the referee held the starting gun: "Everyone on your marks..."

"Oh!"

The signal gun sounded, and the people on the starting line rushed forward quickly. After half a lap, they were roughly divided into three echelons, and Qiu Zhen was in the first echelon.

All the other classes shouted their names, but Class Eight: "Brother Qiu! Come on!"

The broadcasts all over the playground read the newsletters delivered by each class, and Qiu Zhen only heard the wind and the shouts of the eighth class passing by to watch the competition.

"Come on, Qiuzhen."

He doesn't pay attention to others, but his name is still somewhat sensitive. Qiu Zhen listened to the voice on the radio and thought distractedly: Bi Xia really didn't lie to him, someone really wrote it.

The voice on the radio continued: "Contributor: Senior Grade [-], Bi Xia."

His deskmate talked without writing, but in the end he not only wrote but also read it just as he was running the last paragraph, duplicity.

Running, especially when sprinting, no matter how handsome he looks, his expression is somewhat ferocious, not to mention Qiu Zhen has such a fierce hairstyle.

Brother Qiu, who had a ferocious face, had no self-knowledge at all. After hearing the name of his deskmate, he smiled again, looking even more distorted.

Qiuzheng had such an expression when he crossed the finish line, scaring away the volunteers wearing red armbands who tried to help him.

The school arranged for medical staff at the finish line, and the student union also arranged for help here, and every athlete who crossed the line would be supported by someone.

Qiu Zhen didn't need it at all. He was in good condition. He walked over to get a cup of sugar water to drink, and then he couldn't wait to go to the camp.

One thousand and five is the final, and it is over after one run. When Qiu Zheng returned to the camp, five or six people gathered in the camp and congratulated him for taking the second place.

No.1 is a sports school student, there is no need to compare with others.

Qiu Zhen responded with a smile, and then turned his gaze to his deskmate.

Bi Xia: "Congratulations."

Qiu Zhen originally wanted to make fun of his tablemate, but in the end he thanked him nicely.Because Bi Xia's eyes are clearly written, do you want it next time?

Qiu Zhen didn't say anything, Bi Xia quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Bi Xia didn't know what to do with him, he wanted to keep a distance from Qiu Zhen, but it was as if this person couldn't feel it, and he stuck to him with a dead skin, and there was nothing he could do.