Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"So happy to know I'm here?"

Qiu Zhen calculated that Bi Xia would not waste energy talking to him at this time, and deliberately teased him.

Bi Xia really didn't want to pay attention to him, he adjusted his steps on his own to match his breathing frequency.

Qiu Zhen joked a few words before becoming serious: "You are seventh now, I will take you for a run, you follow me?"

He is now third and is in no danger of being overtaken for now.Running with the same table for a while can save him a little effort.

But Bi Xia felt something was wrong while running, why was it so slow?If this goes on, the gap with the front will become bigger and bigger.

"slow."

"Aren't I afraid that you won't be able to keep up?"

"run."

In order to hold his breath, Bi Xia jumped out word by word.

Qiu Zhen glanced at him sideways, Bi Xia's face was not very good-looking, not good-looking is just a euphemism, his face was so pale that he could lie on the ground in an instant.

"Forget it? You don't know how ugly your face is now. I dare not stay too far away from you."

Bi Xia ignored him and continued to move forward. He had just agreed that Qiu Zhen would take him, but now it was completely reversed.

Qiu Zhen was still nagging in his ear to persuade him to give up, and Bi Xia ran faster to get rid of him.How could Qiuzhen let him get away and continue to chant after him.

"I promised the old class to be optimistic about you. I knew that you would not be able to let you run the relay..."

No matter what Qiu Zhen said, Bi Xia was indifferent, and Qiu Zhen knew what he meant, so he simply stopped persuading him.

He ran to the front of Bi Xia, and led him to run as he said just now.

Every 100 meters someone stood to deliver water. Qiu Zhen took a bottle and drank a few gulps before throwing the bottle away.

Bi Xia was also very thirsty, but he didn't drink, any extra movement might break his current state of balance.

"Your lips are cracked."

Bi Xia licked it reflexively, but there was no smell of blood, and Qiu Zhen lied to him again, but he didn't have the energy to argue with him now.

Qiu Zhen probably knew what he was worried about. Passing the finish line, Qiu Zhen took another bottle of water and poured most of it directly before handing it to Bi Xia.

"It's not sinking anymore."

Bi Xia stretched out his hand, and Qiu Zhen confirmed that he had firmly grasped it before letting go.He didn't dare to drink in a hurry, he just moistened his lips, chatting was better than nothing.

After drinking Qiuzheng, he took the bottle from his hand and took two sips before throwing it away.The mineral water bottle rolled twice on the grass and was picked up by volunteers.

Bi Xia could see Qiu Zhen's movements, but his physical exhaustion made his thinking dull and unable to react.

Three laps left.Qiu Zhen no longer persuaded him, it would be a pity to give up at this time.

Bi Xia walked mechanically and followed Qiu Zhen. He was so tired that his legs barely felt, and he didn't lie down because of his willpower.

Another lap passed, and someone had already started sprinting.

"You go, leave it alone, me."

After Bi Xia finished speaking, he took a few breaths, Qiu Zhen was afraid that he would lose his breath, so he didn't dare to let him speak again.

With two laps to go, it was time to sprint.

"Are you all right?"

Bi Xia didn't speak any more, let go of his tightly clenched hands, and made a one-to-one comparison to him.

Qiu Zhen knew what he meant, and didn't hesitate anymore: "Then I'll go first, I'll wait for you at the finish line, it's quite uncomfortable to be physically exhausted, take it easy."

After Qiu Zhen finished speaking, he rushed forward, as if he had warmed up and jogged ten laps before starting to exert his strength.

The starting gun went off and there was one last lap left, and that was for the first man.

But later everyone was also infected by the atmosphere and rushed for tens of meters. This rush was relative to the original speed, but it was actually still very slow.

The atmosphere on the playground was very hot, and there were quite a few people shouting hoarsely in the auditorium. Some people felt that the shouting was not loud enough, and some even knocked on the washbasin and played the horn.

The members of the radio station on the rostrum stopped reading the manuscript but did not turn off the microphone, and people kept coming to the microphone to shout for support.

Bi Xia didn't seem to be infected by the fiery atmosphere at all, he still had nearly three laps, and the people in front and behind were a little far away.

He just ran three laps with Qiu Zhen and passed two people, and now he is fifth.

Bi Xia's goal at this time is very clear, to finish the race.

Qiu Zhen passed the finish line for the last time, and took another bottle of water. The person who handed him the water let go a little slower, and he staggered a few steps forward.

The finish line had already been pulled to the red line. Qiu Zhen poured water from his head and then slammed the empty bottle under his feet to accelerate again. There was a burst of screams from the audience.

Passing by the rostrum for the last time, less than 100 meters away, the eighth class cheered loudly.

"Brother Qiu, come on! Brother Qiu, come on!"

"Come on, ah, second, second!"

"It's super super!"

"Brother Qiu, come on!"

Qiuzheng did not disappoint them either, surpassing No.2 in the ubiquitous screams, and the gap with No.1 is also constantly narrowing.

But it was too late.If the finish line was ten meters further away, maybe he could pass it. Now, that's the only way to go.

However, there are accidents everywhere in life. The first brother rushes to take the last few steps and takes extra large steps. Then he doesn't know whether his legs are weak or he tripped and fell before the finish line, failing.

He was only one step away from the red line, and a group of people surrounded him to help him, but Qiu Zhen rushed straight up without stopping.

Successfully hit the line!

the first!

Under the action of inertia, Qiu Zhen rushed forward with a long red line for more than ten meters before stopping. No.3, who was just overtaken by him behind him, also crossed the finish line and took second place.

At this time, the No.1 brother on the ground got up and limped, took a step and crossed the finish line, third.

Qiuzhen won the championship, but the shouts of Class [-] have not stopped, they still have Bixia!

Bixia has about 600 meters left.

"Bi Xia, come on!"

"Bi Xia, come on!"

The students in Class [-] shouted very rhythmically. The monitor took the lead and shouted his name with a loudspeaker, and the other students followed suit.

The class next to him: Brother Qiu, who was like the boss of the society just now, is now His Majesty, you guys know how to play.

After running past the line, Qiu Zhen didn't stop, the red line fell on the ground, he continued to run slowly, and everyone didn't care.After a long run, you need to jog for a transition period to recover.

As a result, this person ran along the runway before taking off his number cloth, and ran to accompany him.

referee:? ? ?

The referee pointed at Qiu Zhen and blew his whistle, and the people maintaining order on the playground tried to pull him away. Qiu Zhen saw them coming and ran faster.

The security team was out of breath after chasing him. I'm afraid this person ran a fake 5000 meters.

The same is generally true, the more the top few runners, the easier it is to run.

Qiu Zhen managed to escape and was free for a while, but he couldn't laugh when he got to Bi Xia's side.With eyes, one can tell that Bi Xia is in a state where he can fall down at any time.

His face was pale, his eyes focused on the void.Qiu Zhen called him twice before Bi Xia heard him. He bit the tip of his tongue a little bit hard so as not to bleed, and the slight pain made him wake up a lot.

Qiu Zhen wanted to help him run, but he was afraid that the wrong posture would make him work harder, so he could only run with him at a slower speed than walking.

The security team couldn't catch him, so they just waited for him at the finish line. Qiu Zhen accompanied Bi Xia for a [-]-meter run and was stopped again: "If you can't do it, you can't do it, even if you are an athlete."

One lap left.

The students in Class [-] all laughed watching the farce below, and the girl with a low teardrop cried while smiling.Looking at Bi Xia alone may not be able to detect his state, but in contrast to Qiu Zhen, he looks extremely tired.

They no longer cheered, but called Bi Xia's name one after another.There is no one in the first year of high school who doesn't know this name, and those who have no one in their class on the track start to shout for him.

Bi Xia looked up at the auditorium, and then at No.4 not far from him. He seemed to be able to surpass it.

He no longer has the strength to pull repeatedly, he chooses to slowly narrow the gap with the classmates in front of him and wait for an opportunity to surpass.

Qiuzheng was stared at, reluctantly waiting for him at the finish line, but fortunately he was an athlete, at least he could wait at the finish line.

In the last 50 meters, the distance between Bi Xia and the students in front is only a short three meters.

Qiu Zhen waved to him at the finish line: "Bi Xia - rush over, overtake him, I'll follow you! Come over -"

Bi Xia bit the tip of his tongue again, squeezed out the last bit of strength to surpass the people in front, and the audience screamed again.

These more than ten meters took all his strength, and Bi Xia could hardly lift his legs. Fortunately, behind him, the people he surpassed had no strength.

Bi Xia ran to the finish line at a pace of less than [-] centimeters each, and Qiu Zhen was standing in front of the white line at the finish line. As he said just now, as soon as Bi Xia arrived, he stretched out his hand to catch people.

Bi Xia persisted for so long with his willpower, his legs softened the moment he crossed the line, and he fell firmly into Qiu Zhen's arms. In another scene, Qiu Zhen would definitely tease him for throwing himself into his arms, but now is obviously not the time.

He is a big guy, although he is a little thin and tall, but he is placed there, the weight of bones and muscles is not light.When the whole person fell, even Qiuzheng almost hit the ground with him, but luckily he managed to stabilize.

Qiu Zhen half hugged him, Bi Xia's whole body weight was on him, his knees didn't work, and he couldn't stand up.

Bi Xia's current state is not much different from a coma, he can't use any strength, and he is much heavier than normal. The staff and volunteers in the nearby infirmary have to come to help, but there is one person who moves faster than them .

The old class is here.

In previous years, there was always someone to accompany the 5000-meter long-distance race. The students could stop it, but the teacher couldn't.In this way, the teachers compete on the other side during the 5000-meter race.

I don't know how the old class got here.

Qiuzheng and him helped Bi Xia walk for a while, and a notice came from the radio: Teacher Ban Guohua is invited to the basketball court to participate in the competition.

He escaped the game and came to see the students.

"I'm here, old class, you can go to the competition without worry."

The old class left, and Qiuzheng continued to take him away alone. They had already left the playground, but Qiuzheng did not take him to the camp to rest, and walked on the road outside the playground.

Bi Xia had never been so embarrassed before. Rather than being helped to walk, he wanted to stay alone and recover quietly in a place where no one was around.But he didn't have the strength to break free from Qiuzhen.

That's fine, he wanted to sit for a while to recover his strength and then forced him to leave.Rationally, he also knew that he had to walk for a while, but his body was really weak, his whole body was sore, his internal organs protested as if they were dislocated, his entire respiratory tract was dry, and his mouth still smelled of blood.

It was rare for Bi Xia to say useless harsh words: "Qiu Zhen, you wait."

Qiu Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and felt that he probably had never seen his deskmate like this before, so it was a pity that he couldn't record it.

"All right, all right, I'll wait."

While continuing to support him, Qiu Zhen thought about it: "What do you think you are doing so hard? You are already the first in your grade. Do you want to be the first in sports? If you don't run, don't run, no one will blame you. Why bother to make such a fuss."

The sentence you just waited seemed to have exhausted Bi Xia's vent. When Qiu Zhen said this, he just asked calmly, "Will you give up?"

will not.

They all know the answer.

For a boy of sixteen or seventeen, there is no such thing as giving up in the dictionary, only going forward.