Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

In the classroom of Class [-], the VCR was playing on the TV, but the students below did not put down their pens, and each of them frowned, trying to read the handwriting on the book by the light of the TV screen.

They went to practice chorus in the last class, and spent the whole class in the music classroom. They barely rushed back to the classroom after the class bell rang. Most of today's homework has not been written yet.

Everyone is naturally not happy about being asked to watch TV when they should be racing against time to catch up on homework. How much does the chairman of the student union have anything to do with them?

The seat next to Qiu Zhen was vacant. He looked at the speaker on the screen at this time, and felt that she was not like a desk anywhere, as if she was the senior who came to see Bi Xia that day.

Qiu Zhen propped his head with his right hand and turned the pen with his left hand, looking a little careless, who is the first at the same table?

"thank you all."

After the fourth candidate finished his speech, Qiu Zhen straightened his back. Bi Xia said that there were only five people participating in the televised election, and five people chose five positions.

Now that the four of them have finished talking, the next one must be Bi Xia.

Everything was on the TV, and the VCR started to play. This was shot by Qiu Zhen. He was very satisfied with his technology.

Although the time is tight and there is no time to do transition effects, compared with the previous videos, it is a bit plain, but the people in the picture are up to date.

Qiu Zhen watched the young man walking towards him step by step on the screen and whistled. Many people were attracted by him and looked up to see what kind of beautiful girl was in the picture.

I didn't expect that good-looking is good-looking, but it's not a girl.

"Mom, so handsome!"

"Academic Committee?"

"What school committee? Have you finished your homework!"

"Watch TV, school committee!"

"There is no one in the seat."

"It's really him?"

"Didn't you say they were all sophomores?"

"who knows."

"Ah! As expected of my male god."

The classmates in my class are running for elections, so what homework do they care about?Class [-] students put down their pens and looked at the TV screen one after another. Such an important matter as the student union presidium election must be watched carefully.

The VCR was not long, and it finished playing soon. The moment the picture stopped at Bi Xia's sideways head, everyone in the classroom screamed restrainedly.

Qiu Zhen suddenly discovered that the quiet tablemate on weekdays had such a good relationship with girls. Most of the girls in the classroom were staring at the screen intently, with excited faces, wishing they could rush to the broadcasting room immediately.

But I can understand it, after all, it looks good.

The VCR ended, the screen went black for a second, and there was some noise from the microphone on the TV. When it turned on again, Bi Xia was already on the screen. His sitting posture was no different from usual, but today he looked extraordinarily handsome.

Looking at the person on the screen, Qiu Zhen felt strangely proud like an old father.

After sitting down, Bi Xia first adjusted the angle of the microphone, then stared at the camera and started his speech.The content of the speech this time is not much different from the re-election in the administrative building, but last time he was standing and this time he was sitting, and he seemed more calm and composed.

He just sat there, a look can be convincing.

The previous candidates all had smiles on their faces, but Bi Xia didn't show a smile from the beginning to the end. After he finished speaking, he stood up and bowed at thirty degrees, and then disappeared into the camera.

Each student has five ballots in their hands, corresponding to five positions. The five candidates have already mentioned the positions they are running for in their speeches, so just fill them in accordingly.

Although it was really just a cutscene, there was a familiar name added in the cutscene, and everything became different. The students in Class [-] were all proud.

It was my classmate who ranked first in this examination year and who was elected as the chairman of the student union in the first year of high school.

Bi Xia had a conversation with other members after his speech, and came back a bit late.

The lights were on in the classroom, and the back door was locked, so Bi Xia had no choice but to enter through the front door. The moment he pushed the door, there was thunderous applause in the classroom.

At that moment, Bi Xia thought he had gone to the wrong classroom.

He stood there without moving. After the applause subsided a little, he bowed like he was in the studio just now: "Thank you."

The applause that had just calmed down sounded again, and Bi Xia lowered his head slightly and returned to his seat.

Qiu Zhen bowed his hands to him in a brisk manner: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, for being crowned the Great Treasure."

Bi Xia cast a glance at him, continued to pull out the chair and sit down, and rarely answered his stalk: "Which dynasty did you perform the ceremony?"

Qiu Zhen didn't expect him to say that, and he stretched out his hand to tickle him: "How do you talk to brother?"

Bi Xia had been prepared for a long time and avoided his hand: "Who is your brother?"

"you--"

Qiu Zhen blurted out and immediately realized something was wrong: "No, why didn't I realize you were so bad before?"

As he said that, he was about to start, Bi Xia stopped him, and said solemnly: "Keep quiet in evening study."

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the last 10 minutes, Qiu Zhen was writing hard on Bi Xia's homework, and occasionally glanced at the group of people flipping through the dictionary in peace. He was really happy today.

After finally finishing his homework, Qiu Zhen turned his wrist a little curiously: "When did you do your homework?"

"You flip back."

Qiu Zhen took his homework and turned back two pages, and found that Bi Xia was almost done.

After the stage of new students looking for acquaintances, everyone's teamwork has changed somewhat when they eat and go back to the dormitory. Qi Jiale has a good relationship with his deskmate recently.

The weather turned cold, he no longer took a bath every day, but Brother Qiu hurried back to the dormitory to wash up every day.

Without his little friend, Qiu Zhen walked with his deskmate logically.

In the bathroom, Qiu Zhen looked at Bi Xia washing his underwear in surprise: "You actually wash your underwear?"

"..."

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, you know how to wear such down-to-earth things as underwear?"

"..."

"It doesn't seem right, hey forget it, you understand what I mean?"

"I don't understand."

After Bi Xia finished washing, he went back to the dormitory. Qiu Zhen vaguely tried to make a meal appointment with his toothbrush in his mouth: "Let's have breakfast together tomorrow."

"You got up too late."

"How early did you say?"

"Go out at 05:30."

"Isn't it 05:30? You wait for me."

Bi Xia was noncommittal.

Bi Xia lay on the bed and recalled what happened today, and he always felt that something was missing.One by one to-do items jumped out of the non-existent memo, and then crossed out one by one.

the film.

Bi Xia opened his eyes, and Bi Haicheng's new movie is starting today.

He had been busy all day, and he didn't think of watching entertainment news when he was using the computer in the afternoon.But the lights are out now, so we can only talk about it tomorrow.

Waking up early the next day, after washing up, the door to the opposite bedroom was still open. Bi Xia thought about it, and took out his phone to see if there was any news from Bi Haicheng.

There are missed calls on the phone and a wechat message, all of which are from Ms. Xia.

Xia Wenlan: How many people know about your sexual orientation?

Bi Xia: Teacher, and you and Dad

After Bi Xia responded to the message, he opened Weibo. His father didn't make much noise this time, and he didn't invite the media.Bi Xia found the director from the on-set photos posted by the film official blog. His father seemed to be in good spirits.

The second most searched protagonist is an artist brought by his mother. Bi Xia has seen him before. His height is less than 1.7 meters five and he announced that he is 1.7 meters eight.

When Liu Jiahao got out of bed, he saw the school committee sitting on the bed with a mobile phone in his hand.

He suspected that he hadn't woken up, rubbed his eyes, and said tentatively: "Hey, did you bring your mobile phone, school committee?"

Bi Xia nodded.

"You actually bring a mobile phone?"

"Something to deal with."

Liu Jiahao smiled ambiguously, winking: "Girlfriend?"

Bi Xia shook his head.

Bi Xia was neither hot nor cold, and couldn't continue talking this day, Liu Jiahao went out to the toilet, came back to bed and went to sleep, and could still sleep for more than half an hour.

Ms. Xia's reply letter arrived. At this point, I don't know if I woke up or didn't sleep.

Xia Wenlan: Someone talked about this on your Weibo.

That's not my Weibo, but now the point is not this.

Bixia: who

Xia Wenlan: Probably your junior high school classmate

Bi Xia immediately searched the so-called own Weibo, but couldn't find it.He is gay, and he faces up to his sexual orientation, but he doesn't say it in a big way, and not many people know it.

Xia Wenlan: Don't be afraid, mom has already suppressed it.

Bi Xia: What did they say?

Xia Wenlan: You were very close to a gay man

Xia Wenlan: Do you like him?

Bi Xia stared at the screen, a little uncomfortable, not sure if it was because of the word "gay" or the speculation behind it.

He entered it maliciously: Do heterosexuals like seeing the opposite sex?

In the end, it was deleted and replied: We are just friends

Xia Wenlan: That's good, but you should be a little careful, don't fall in love, whether it's a man or a woman, you are still young.

Bi Xia stared at this sentence and realized that Ms. Xia said this out of the mentality of ordinary parents who don't want their children to fall in love early, or is it because of his "stardom" that he considers not to leave a dark history?

Bi Xia: I see.

Bi Xia put away his mobile phone, it was already 25:[-], and there was still no movement in the dormitory opposite.

The homosexual Ms. Xia mentioned was the senior of Gao Bixia's class, his only friend for three years in junior high school, and the partner he met in the billiard room.

He obviously has a good family background and excellent grades, but he was semi-exiled by the family because of his sexual orientation.In the third year of Bi Xia's junior high school, he went abroad, and since then he has never competed with others.

Bi Xia saw those so-called straight men humiliating this gentle and gentle senior with unrestrained malice more than once.

He couldn't help but wonder what would happen if it was Qiu Zhen, if he found out, would he look at him strangely, or would he keep a distance from him to show his innocence?

Even, like those people treat seniors, block him in the toilet to see the difference between him and normal boys?

The opposite door opened, and at 29:[-], Qiu Zhen rushed to the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth. Bi Xia walked to the door and waited for him while imagining in his mind the scene after Qiu Zhen knew his sexual orientation.

Two minutes later, Qiu Zhen came back in a hurry. When he walked out of the bedroom door again, his face was still dripping.

Will he change his attitude because of these three words?

After leaving the dormitory, Qiu Zhen spoke loudly: "Why do you wake up so early, look at the cafeteria is still dark."

"Morning exercise."

"Morning exercise? You can't do it because... Hahahaha brother will accompany you, let's run [-] together next year."

"Ah."

Bi Xia's tone was the same as usual, cold and calm, but Qiu Zhen felt that he was not happy.

"you are not happy?"

"No."

"Did you wake up too early?"

Bi Xia shook his head.

"Then what's the matter, you just waited for a long time? Then I'll go early tomorrow..."

Bi Xia suddenly felt that his guesses and predictions were meaningless. He liked getting along with Qiu Zhen very much and didn't want to lose this friend.

Then it is necessary to test his attitude. He knows that this circle is very chaotic, and he may not be able to find someone he likes in his life. Since he may not come out publicly in this life, why bother to make some unnecessary temptations?

"Can you get up?"

Bi Xia's tone was still flat, but Qiu Zhen felt that his tablemate seemed to be happy again. Is it because he was a little late?

He gritted his teeth and said, "Get up if you can't get up."