Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

When Bi Xia returned to the dormitory, several people in the dormitory were gathered together, all holding watches in their hands, and their deputy monitor Ding Qiming was in the middle.

"Are you ready? Count down ten, nine, eight... two, press one!"

"I've tuned it."

"Hey, I was half a second late."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and wash up, the school committee is back after washing."

"I don't wash my clothes or take a shower tonight. If there's time, Qiming, let me see your watch. Is it true that Beijing time is accurate to the second?"

"Then it's still fake? The original price was more than 4000, but I bought it on the occasion of their anniversary, and it was only more than 3000."

Liu Qi was a little speechless. He asked about the time rather than the price. Just now they casually mentioned that the watch looked good and the man dragged them to adjust the time.

The school bell is very casual, and it doesn't follow Beijing time at all.

Everyone was looking at his watch, but Bi Xia was still doing his own thing in a leisurely manner, storing the things he just brought back, and then putting on his watch.

Ding Qiming couldn't help but say: "I remember that the school committee's watch is not cheap, right? Let's open our eyes."

Everyone else was a little surprised, let's just show off to us, why provoke him so well?

Bi Xia's unattainable grades make people daunting, and they usually don't talk much and don't get close to him. They don't have a good relationship with him, but they won't deliberately target him.

Ding Qiming's words sounded a little sour.

The watch was Bi Xia's 14th birthday present. Bi Haicheng designed it himself and asked someone to make it for his son. The price alone is not high.

He wanted to see it, but Bi Xia stopped, took off the half-worn watch and handed it over: "It's not expensive."

Liu Jiahao came over and took a look: "Astrolabe? Isn't it so cool, is this circle of time all diamonds?"

"Even if they are broken diamonds, they are very cheap."

Liu Jiahao: "..."

Didn't you just say it was expensive?

Ding Qiming looked at it a few times but didn't see the brand logo, so he returned the watch to Bi Xia: "What brand is this, I haven't seen it before."

"Not a name brand."

"Hey, I said you guys don't want to wash it anymore, it's too late if you don't go."

"Go, go, go together."

Ding Qiming curled his lips and went out to wash up.

Bi Xia looked at their backs and retracted his gaze, holding the watch and gently turning his wrist to adjust the position.

How familiar, inexplicably malicious.

In the early morning of the next day, a piece of paper was pressed on the blackboard with a magnet. Judging from the size, it should be a note for deducting points. Bi Xia went up and copied the contents of the note onto the blackboard.

4-7 The cover of the desk is upturned, which is Qiuzheng's seat.

Qiu Zhen received the bad news early in the morning and expressed that he could not accept it.

He was going to practice chorus last night. He had to go to the administration building to teach homework within 10 minutes and then rush to the complex building.Before he left, he stuffed the things into the drawer without paying attention to the problem with the table.

"No, who has such good eyesight, who can notice whether the desk is warped or not when checking outside the classroom in pitch black?"

He tidied up the drawers in disbelief, and then pressed down the table: "There's not much difference, it's just warped a little..."

He tried to get the approval of his deskmate, but his deskmate was reading the text with an English textbook and ignored him at all.

Unwilling to give up, Qiu Zhen groped on Bi Xia's table: "Is it because your table legs are high or low, making my table look warped?"

Bi Xia: "..."

Qiu Zhen suddenly felt something knock on the top of his head twice, and looked back to see Miss Dong passing him lightly with an English textbook.

Qiuzhen finally settled down and began to read words honestly.The pronunciation is quite standard, but the reading is stuttering, and the phonetic symbols are required for slightly unfamiliar words, the whole thing is like a tape recorder.

Bi Xia felt uncomfortable, so he turned to the vocabulary page and read it from beginning to end.

Qiu Zhen, who has been at the same table for almost two months, has not heard Bi Xia read a word. He quickly realized that it might be for himself, and he must live up to the kindness of his tablemate.

Qiu Zhen listened intently, and felt that the voice at the same table was much more pleasant than the weird-sounding man in the last monthly listening test.

Bi Xia stopped after reading it once.

3 minutes later……

Qiuzheng: "bi, be..."

beneath, how do you pronounce this word? What sound does e make?

While continuing to read, Qiu Zhen glanced at Bi Xia's reaction. Bi Xia looked calm and was still reading the text. Qiu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw his deskmate take out a pair of earplugs.

Is it so exaggerated?

at night

"School Committee, someone is looking for you."

Bi Xia looked up and saw that it was Zhang Yuxin. The only time they met was in the student union. Zhang Yuxin came to him probably for tomorrow's election.

"Why haven't you handed in your VCR yet?"

"VCR?"

"You do not know?"

Bi Xia shook his head.

"In this year's TV campaign, candidates have to record a VCR introduction in addition to giving a simple speech."

"I was not informed."

Zhang Yuxin was a little surprised: "What's going on, the office should have notified you about this matter. Tsk, the incumbents are all seniors in high school, and they just finished an exam, so they probably can't take care of it. We are the successors, so I have something to say It’s hard to tell, hurry up and make up one, and hand it over to the student union office before tomorrow night.”

Bi Xia nodded: "Thank you."

Zhang Yuxin smiled and said, "Thank you? Let's just work together in advance. I'm not bad as the vice chairman, right?"

As soon as Qiu Zhen came back from the administration building to hand in his homework, he saw Bi Xia and a girl standing face to face in the corridor. He couldn't see the girl's expression, but Bi Xia had a smile on her face.

Qiuzheng is inexplicably uncomfortable, you haven't smiled at me a few times.

The class bell rang, and the music for eye exercises played. Qiu Zhen put his hands on his eyes, but looked at his deskmate through the window with his eyes open.It was late at night, and the light was not very good.

What about the students who check the discipline, why don't you care?

They finally finished talking, and the eye exercises were about to end. Bi Xia returned to his seat, and the girl who was talking to him turned on the light for them.Only then did Qiu Zhen realize that she was wearing a red weekly badge.

what's the situation?The senior sister on duty took the lead in violating discipline?

Bi Xia has already prepared the speech for tomorrow, but the VCR is a bit troublesome.

Zhang Yuxin told him that he could ask his classmates from the Photography Association for help. Most of them would bring a camera, but he didn't know anyone from the Photography Association, so he had to find someone first.

When Bi Xia returned to his seat, he was in a daze, or in contemplation. Qiu Zhen was a little curious and wanted to ask him what was the matter, but felt that he was gossiping when he asked, what if someone confessed to him?

Wait, with Bi Xia's expression just now, he doesn't really want to fall in love, does he?

Qiu Zhen guessed a class, looked at his deskmate from time to time, and hinted at him with his eyes when they met occasionally.

Bi Xia didn't realize it, and started to preview tomorrow's class after being dazed.

Qiu Zhen couldn't help but ask after class: "Why did she come to see you?"

Bi Xia was thinking about how to arrange tomorrow's time, and he couldn't let people skip class if he asked for help.When Qiu Zhen spoke, he didn't realize what he meant.

"It's the senior sister who was on the weekly shift just now."

There is nothing to hide, Bi Xia said truthfully: "It's about the election of the student union."

"Then you are sure, why do you look worried?"

After Qiu Zhen finished speaking, he found himself very proud of using two idioms in a row.

Bi Xia froze for a moment, is it obvious?He felt that his expression hadn't changed much.

"I need to record a VCR and hand it in before tomorrow night."

"Can you make it?"

After Qiu Zhen finished speaking, he also knew that he had said something nonsense, so he had to record it before it was too late.

"So have you found someone good?"

"No, go to the Photography Association tomorrow and ask."

"Photography Association? You are looking for me, I brought a camera this week, and I will take pictures for you."

The VCR is actually a self-introduction, and Zhang Yuxin said that she filmed it at the tennis court.Bi Xia didn't care where the filming took place. He took out a part of his self-introduction from the speech and made an expansion, and wrote another short self-introduction. After finishing it, he folded the paper and put it on the corner of the table.

Qiu Zhen shouted at him from behind the camera: "Are you going to stand here and say something?"

"……if not?"

"Write a script and set up a small theater to show your personality charm? At least make a move. Believe me, they will definitely love watching you more than reading a manuscript."

Finally, Bi Xia was asked by Qiu Zheng, the photographer, to walk along a small road. At the end of the road was a gazebo, where Qiu Zhen waited for him with his camera.

Bi Xia walked back and forth seven times before Qiu Zhen nodded, his temper was so good that even Qiu Zhen was surprised.

He tentatively said, "Go again?"

Bi Xia just sat down, glanced at him, then stood up and walked out of the gazebo.

Qiu Zhen hurriedly stopped him: "Don't, don't, I'll just talk casually, there are enough, you can cut it whatever you want...Why are you so talkative today."

Bi Xia said concisely: "You help me."

"Because I made a video for you and you are so easy to talk, then I have recited you, how do you count?"

"I'll help you when you're in trouble."

"..."

Qiu Zhen took the camera and watched the two of them work hard for a class and sighed: "I don't think you don't need a VCR, a photo can instantly kill them."

Bi Haicheng studied acting at the beginning, but became a director after graduation. Xia Wenlan was also an actor and then became an agent. Both parents are good-looking, so Bi Xia is naturally not bad.

He heard such compliments a lot, but it was the first time he heard it from boys. Most boys probably prefer Qiu Zhen's appearance.

It's not appropriate to say that they like it. Boys are obsessed with their own appearance, but if they are allowed to choose, they should hope that they can be as handsome as Qiuzhen.

"You said that you are already so good-looking and so outstanding, will you give someone else a way to survive?"

Bi Xia suddenly remembered how many times he had been treated maliciously for no reason: "Is it annoying?"

"What?" Qiu Zhen thought he heard it wrong, what does excellence have to do with being annoying?

Bi Xia shook his head and stopped talking.

After sitting for a while, Bi Xia got up. The video still needs to be edited and stitched together and handed over to the academy office before dinner. He has no extra time to spend here.

"Only those maggots who never see the light in the gutter will have evil thoughts in their hearts because of your excellence."

Qiu Zhen's voice came from behind and dissipated in the breeze. This voice was neither the usual lazy tone nor the sharp-edged one when confronting the teacher. It was serious with a bit of the desolation of life.

Bi Xia stopped and turned to look at him. From this angle, Qiu Zhen was backlit, and the expression on his face was unclear, making him appear to be inscrutable.

However, in the next second, Qiu Zhen stepped forward and grabbed Bi Xia's shoulders, hugging him forward.

"So you have to be friends with equally outstanding people, such as me, Brother Qiu and me."

Bi Xia: "..."