Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Qiu Zhen hummed a tune and waited for the bus. Before getting on the bus, he suddenly remembered that he still had his mobile phone with him and had to go home.

Tsk, miscalculated.It was clear that he could take the same bus as Bi Xia just now.

Qiu Zhen didn't know why he wanted to stay at the same table for a while longer. He was the king of children since he was a child, and he would respond to everyone wherever he went. He had many friends, but he had never been so eager to become friends with someone.

Qiu Zhen thought for a while and thought it might be because Bi Xia was special.His grades are ridiculously good, he likes to play billiards and also carries a mobile phone, and he is good-looking.

"Qiu Zhen."

As soon as Qiu Zhen got out of the car, he was stopped by someone, and when he turned around, he saw a girl in a skirt smiling at him.

He recalled that this girl was called Ying Yarong, she was in the first class of junior high school, this girl was silent back then, but now she looks quite cheerful.

He nodded in greeting.

Ying Yarong trotted over, Qiuzhen had no choice but to stand there and wait for her.

"Have you gone shopping for clothes?"

Qiu Zhen was still carrying a shopping bag, so it was easy to guess.

"Ah."

"I'll invite the music teacher."

Qiu Zhen remembered what Lao Ban had said about the chorus competition, and casually said, "Are you here to invite me? Are you a cultural and entertainment committee member?"

"Yes."

Ying Yarong kept laughing when she was talking, and she was completely different from before, but Brother Qiu never had much to say to girls, he just wanted to go home quickly.

"That's good, I have to go home, let's go first."

He said he wanted to leave, Ying Yarong immediately stopped talking and said goodbye to him.

Qiu Zhen walked out a few steps, Ying Yarong called his name again: "Qiu Zhen, thank you."

Qiu Zhen didn't look back, he waved his hand casually, indicating that you're welcome.

Qi Jiale may be half right, this girl likes him, no matter whether he is too narcissistic or not, since he doesn't mean that, it's better to keep a distance.

Ying Yarong stood on the spot and watched his back until she was out of sight before turning and leaving.

Qiu Zheng went home and rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a camera. He joined the school's photography association but never brought a camera.Due to work needs, his father has high requirements for cameras, and there are many cameras at home.

Qiu Zhen took a random picture of the window, and suddenly felt a little stupid. As the saying goes, if you want a man to go bankrupt, let him play a SLR. With his father's salary alone, how could he afford these cameras? The income of the project is also enough.

He glanced at the antique rack again, and there was a porcelain bowl covered with a dustproof cover, which he put together when he was a child. He always thought that his father was like a mountain of father's love to preserve the precious imprint of his son's growth. Now he thinks it may simply be Because expensive.

Qiu Zhen walked around the house and once again felt that he was a rich second generation. Then he packed his clothes and went to school with his camera.

The rich second generation also have to go to school.

When Qiu Zhen came to the classroom, the cultural and entertainment committee was counting the artistic talents of the students in the class.

Qiu Zhen remembered that the only thing his mother forced him to learn was the violin. He never touched it after the tenth grade, so he couldn't say it.

However, he still went over to take a look, and found that Xiao was written after Bi Xia's name.

He can blow a dick?

Qiu Zhen was very surprised. He thought that someone like Bi Xia would learn the piano, and felt that traditional musical instruments were indeed more suitable for him.

Bi Xia was flipping through the dictionary again, and just as Qiu Zhen wanted to start a conversation, Bi Xia leaned over and said without raising his head, "Have you finished your homework yet?"

Qiuzhen: "..."

There's a lot of homework, I didn't finish it yesterday, I was in a competition class this morning, I went shopping for clothes in the afternoon and I didn't finish it when I got home.

It was already five o'clock, and Qiu Zhen knew it was too late as soon as he checked his homework.

He put his mind on Bi Xia.

Bi Xia watched him for a long time, and Qiu Zhen thought that he would not agree, which was normal, after all, he didn't seem like a person who would dare to do such a thing.

Then Bi Xia gave him the homework.

Qiu Zhen was a little flattered, his deskmate actually copied his homework for him?Does this mean that their friendship has taken a qualitative leap?

Copying homework without questioning is the basic morality. Qiu Zhen wrote down one by one, and finally couldn't help but glance at the same table when he wrote mathematics.

The math homework is still a paper, and there is an easier method for the last question. They have taught it in the competition class, but with a slight change, Bi Xia used the method that the teacher usually taught in class, and wrote a full page.

Qiu Zhen was too lazy to write so many words, so he decided to do this question by himself. Bi Xia's answer was correct, so Qiu Zhen didn't tell him.

Bi Xia's math...Qiu Zhen touched his chin and felt that he must have guessed correctly, Bi Xia's math is not very good.Of course, this is not good because for himself, compared with others, he still kills a lot in seconds.

After handing in his homework, Qiu Zhen was cutting up his English homework with a utility knife - English also required doing wrong problem sets, he was too lazy to copy, and posted everything he could.

Sticking to each other, they began to play with solid glue. When Lao Ban came, Qiu Zhen's hands were covered with glue, and Bi Xia moved a little away from him.

The old class asked them to line up to go to the music classroom, and the chorus competition was coming soon. It is estimated that all the music teachers in the county were invited to No. [-] Middle School during this time.

It is said that their class hired the same teacher as Class [-].

When they arrived at the music classroom, the music teacher hadn't arrived yet. The old class called Wang Xiaofang and asked Wang Xiaofang to pick them up at the school gate, and the rest lined up first.

The formation of the chorus was a little different from that of the physical education class. The tallest stood in the middle, and Qiu Zhen and Bi Xiaxiang stood next to each other in the middle of the last row.

The music teacher's surname is Zhang. When he arrived, he gave each of them a sheet of lyrics, the kind with numbered notation.

"Let's practice vocalizing first."

The first time I came into contact with chorus, there were some problems with everyone's vocalization methods. Teacher Zhang led them to sing scales and corrected them one by one after singing.

After practicing for a while, let everyone sit down and rest, and practice by themselves.

The students immediately sat down where they were, and started chatting, practicing?nonexistent.

Teacher Zhang was a little surprised when he saw Ying Yarong: "Isn't your class the next class? Why are you here at this time?"

"I may not have enough time to practice, so I will come down early to practice."

"This song is indeed a bit difficult, and your time is a bit tight."

"Well, so I asked the class teacher for leave. I will also come down to practice the piano when you come to lead Class [-] in the future. Do you think this will work?"

"Okay, you can practice by yourself, and come to me if you have any questions."

After Mr. Zhang finished talking with her, he went to communicate with the old class.

Wang Xiaofang walked to the piano and talked to her: "Thank you, if you hadn't given me the contact information of Teacher Zhang, I wouldn't even know where to find a music teacher."

"You're welcome, and you're not in vain. It's convenient for Teacher Zhang to come and take two classes." She blinked as she spoke, and Wang Xiaofang also smiled.

Music teachers are invited from other schools, and they are not free. Most of the teachers do lead more than one class.

Wang Xiaofang glanced at her piano score: "Is this the song of your class?"

"Ah."

"That's great. No one in our class can play the piano."

"It's okay, Teacher Zhang will accompany you."

"Of course I can come by myself. It is said that accompaniment and conducting are also bonus points."

"I don't necessarily need a piano."

"The problem is that our class is all learning folk music. It is said that half of the freshmen recruited by the Folk Music Society are from our class. The song in our class is no good."

"Huh? Isn't Qiuzhen good at the violin?"

"Huh? He didn't say it when I counted."

"Then maybe he doesn't want to, he doesn't seem to like it very much."

"You seem to know him well."

Wang Xiaofang's expression became a little more inquisitive, and her intuition told her that Ying Yarong deliberately brought the topic to Qiu Zhen.

"We are classmates in junior high school. He helped me back then."

"Oh, speaking of it, we all call him Qiu Lang, but you call him Qiu Zhen."

"His name was Qiu Zhen."

"That's what I said, but it always feels weird to shout like that, but our school committee also shouts like that."

Ying Yarong's smile froze for a moment, and she quickly covered it up. Wang Xiaofang confirmed her guess that she just liked Qiuzhen.

She said that there is no such kind-hearted person, just because she is in a club, and introduced her a music teacher, the drunkard's intention is not to drink.

"Your school committee is..."

"It's his deskmate." Wang Xiaofang pointed her in a direction: "Nong, look."

The music room is huge, with two pianos and a wall covered in mirrors.

At this moment, in front of the mirror, Qiu Zhen dragged Bi Xia to compare his height: "I am so much taller than you."

Qiu Zhen stretched out his hand and gestured, Bi Xia didn't bother to talk to him, Qiu Zhen said something else to him, and Qi Jiale felt aggrieved and couldn't intervene, when did Brother Qiu have such a good relationship with the school committee?

Seeing that it was a boy, Ying Yarong looked a little better, with a smile on her face, and even praised Bi Xia with interest: "He is also very handsome at the same table."

"Yes, there are two male gods in our class."

The practice started again, and Teacher Zhang said: "Let's continue to practice the way of vocalization, and you can go back and memorize the lyrics and numbered notation by yourself. If you can get into the No. [-] Middle School, you must memorize the notation very quickly.

The class teacher said that you have to sing the national anthem first during the preliminaries, so let's practice the national anthem today, everyone knows the national anthem, right? "

He asked everyone to sing it first, and once the students were able to sing, they threw all the vocal skills taught by the teacher to the back of their heads, and sang louder and louder one by one.

Teacher Zhang wanted them to stop several times, but the students sang so forgetfully that no one noticed his gestures, or deliberately ignored them.

Teacher Zhang was a little helpless, so he could only listen to them finish singing.

"I feel everyone's patriotic enthusiasm, but passion is not enough for us to get high scores."

All previous efforts were wasted, and Teacher Zhang took everyone to practice scales and correct the way of vocalization: "Our singing position is different than usual when we speak. Let's feel it, isn't it good just now?"

After practicing for a while, Teacher Zhang called to stop: "That handsome guy in the middle of the last row, what's the matter with you?"

Bi Xia only opened his mouth from the beginning to the end, and there was no sound. Qiu Zhen thought that his lip-syncing was discovered, and smiled happily.

The teacher said: "Why are you laughing? Because I praised you for being handsome? You are handsome, but this singing is really not very good. Even if you are good-looking, you must also be able to sing. In the future, practice two guitar pieces to confess to the girl you like. It will be more effective with half the effort. .”

Everyone laughed, and Teacher Zhang said, "Be serious."

In fact, Qiu Zhen's attitude is very correct, and the pitch is correct, but the position of the vocalization is wrong, no matter how correct it is, it can't be corrected. By the end of today's practice, Qiu Zhen is still singing in the original way.

Teacher Zhang was very helpless, and Qiu Zhen was also very wronged.

"It's not that you're not serious, your vocal method is wrong, you're the only one in the class, obviously... the student next to you is right, it's you, you teach him when you have time, everyone remember to recite the lyrics when you go back."

Bi Xia: "..."

Qiu Zhen laughed at him: "Will you teach me how to lip-sync?"

"Can't sing, won't you shut up?"

"Then how can I do it? The old class said that everyone in the class must participate. How about I teach you?"

"..."

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? Let me tell you, I've actually found the doorway, and I'll sing it to you. Cough cough... get up—"

Bi Xia silently quickened his pace.