Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Bi Xia reads everything quickly, even turning over homework, and nearly three hours of evening self-study just happened to "read" almost.

He put down the pen and moved his neck a little, then turned his wrist, and handed the paper to the head teacher.Lao Ban glanced over, and the most prominent name was Bi Xia. Everyone else's progress was a few percent, and only he was zero.

"You didn't write it?"

"The placement test didn't come."

"I remembered, you are not a local candidate. It's okay, do your homework well in the future."

"Ah."

"Let's send out the homework."

Looking at the two tall stacks of books, the old class said again: "I'll go there with you, otherwise there will be a quarrel when handing out homework."

Then got up and moved a stack.

The homeroom teacher was in charge, and even when he was handing out homework, the classroom was silent.Qiuzheng received the homework and opened it, and saw four words: practice calligraphy well

Bi Xia's handwriting is easy to recognize, it looks like the handwriting that a literati should have, and it was taught by his grandfather.

Qiu Zhen thought the font looked familiar, but the class teacher's font was not like that.He looked at his deskmate who had just sat down after staying in the office all night and was handing out homework when he came back.

Is it him?

Qiu Zhen looked at the blackboard again, the blackboard was clean, and the students on duty had already wiped the blackboard.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and it was time to go back to the dormitory.Because the head teacher was there, the students in Class [-] didn't dare to be presumptuous after class. They packed their things lightly and dared not speak until they left the classroom.

Qi Jiale couldn't hold it anymore, and started yelling as soon as he left the classroom door: "Brother Qiu, let me tell you that my homework is for nothing."

"what?"

"As far as the summer homework is concerned, I read it. No matter how much I write, there is only one reading word. The teacher didn't worry about it at all?"

"Everyone has only one word?"

"I saw more than a dozen people, all of them...why aren't you brother Qiu?"

Qiu Zhen was a little aggrieved: "Me too."

Qi Jiale felt that Brother Qiu's voice sounded a little gnashing of teeth.

Qiuzhen felt that he was being targeted by his deskmate. He clearly didn't do his homework, but he approved his homework, and he approved it, and said his handwriting was ugly?

Although it might be a little unattractive, but...is he shameless?Besides, he didn't believe that he was not good-looking in their class alone.

For a 16-year-old boy, just when he wanted to save face, this beam really got bigger.But Qiuzhen is a good classmate, he also knows how to reflect.

After the lights were turned off, he hugged the quilt and reflected on where he had offended his deskmate so that he was targeted. After only a few days of contact, he thought about changing the chair that day.

Is this person too narrow-minded?

There are a total of eight people in the dormitory, and the other seven are already acquainted, talking and laughing, and even going into the cubicle to take a shower together because of the tension in the bathroom.

He took a shower before coming to school, so he can make do with it tonight, so let's go back to the dormitory early tomorrow.

It was the first time for Bi Xia to sleep on this kind of bunk bed. He was not used to it. The classmate on the upper bunk seemed to be named Chen Zekai. He didn't seem to sleep well and kept turning over.

Bixia wore earplugs, but the earplugs were not effective and his ears hurt after wearing them for a long time, so he had to take off the earplugs and lie down with his eyes closed.

This week is Bi Xia's duty week. During the military training, the senior in the second year of high school came to guide the dormitory affairs. Bi Xia was not around, so he could only compare himself to his roommate.

He had to be the last one out of the dormitory due to cleaning, and there were not many good beds in their dormitory.

No. 25 Middle School has clear regulations on students' schedules. The rules for freshmen clearly state that the time to leave the dormitory should not exceed 06:30 at the latest, and [-]:[-] for students on duty.And their class's stipulated arrival time is [-]:[-].

At 10:[-] and [-] minutes, the students in the dormitory hurried out of the dormitory. Chen Zekai asked, "Does the school committee want breakfast? I'll bring it for you."

Bi Xia wanted to say no, but thought of what Grandpa said and changed his words: "Well, thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks, I'm leaving, hurry up too."

"Ah."

Bi Xia sorted out the towels, washbasins, and toiletries for the last time, and pushed the boxes under the bed evenly before going out with the garbage.

Stepping on the bell to leave the dormitory, fortunately there was a weekly card, and the classmate downstairs who was on duty for the weekly inspection did not make things difficult for him.

It was too late to go to the cafeteria, and even had to trot all the way to the classroom.

The living area and the study area of ​​No. [-] Middle School are separated.The gate of the school faces Yuexin Square when you come in. Because it is a concave circle, it looks like a big bowl placed in the center of the school. The students of No. [-] Middle School are passed down from generation to generation, which is called a cornucopia.

On both sides of the cornucopia is the teaching building on one side, and the administrative building on the other. Walking along the road next to the administrative building is the canteen, and then the accommodation area.

When Bi Xia arrived in the classroom, the head teacher was standing at the door, and several boys ran into the classroom in front of him. When Bi Xia entered, he said hello, teacher.

The old class stopped him: "The first day of living on campus, are you still used to it?"

Bi Xia nodded: "Yeah."

"I don't think you look like you're used to," he pointed at Chen Zekai, "You're in the same dormitory as him, right? He just arrived, and he came with breakfast. You must be behind them on duty."

Bi Xia didn't speak.

"Early self-study after class, go to the supermarket to buy some food. Be careful next time, don't come hungry, it will affect efficiency."

It is obvious that breakfast is not allowed in the classroom, but the rules have always been rule-abiding students.

Qiuzheng is not included in this list.

Bi Xia smelled the brown sugar smell of deep-fried dough sticks coming from his side, and felt his stomach protesting.

Qiu Zhen was eating glutinous rice balls and a bottle of strawberry-flavored plum garden.

Bi Xia lowered his breathing rate as much as possible and focused on the book.Most of the Chinese textbooks that need to be read and memorized are ancient poems, and Qiu Zhen has read the catalogue, and there is nothing he can't understand.

He took out "Selected Readings of Ancient Poems".

A hand was stretched out from the left, and in it was a small plastic bag with several buns in it.

Bi Xia looked at him in surprise.

"It came from over there."

Bi Xia looked in the direction Qiu Zhen pointed, and Chen Zekai blinked at him again.

"You didn't have breakfast?"

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen took a look at his wrist, and held it in a circle, about a little bit, really thin, fair, with distinct meridians.

"You eat, I will show you the teacher."

Bi Xia smelled the smell of messy food in the air, shook his head, lifted the table cover and put breakfast in: "No need."

Qiu Zhen ignored him.

The flag was going to be raised on Monday morning, and the senior director of the Political and Educational Department had to speak during the flag-raising rally. When they returned, the teacher was already waiting for them in the classroom.

Bi Xia lifted the Zhuo cover and took out the English book, and rubbed the bun with his hand, it was already cold.

The English teacher has just graduated with a master's degree, and they are the first students she leads.She is not a local, and she speaks with a little accent, regardless of nl, very cute.

Students like her very much.

Just now, the class start time was delayed by 5 minutes, and the get out of class bell was also delayed by 5 minutes before it rang. Counting the class bell for the next class, the class break was only 3 minutes.

The supermarket is some distance away from the teaching building, and it is too late to go there.

Bi Xia took the warm water in the thermos cup, bit by bit the skin of the buns, and put it into his mouth.When he was a child, his grandmother would not allow him to eat meat products bought outside, saying that it was not good meat, and he was used to not eating it. Fortunately, the buns in the school cafeteria were thick enough.

Qiu Zhen touched the thick summer homework, looked at the four bright red words on it, took a deep breath, and really wanted to throw the book on the next table to ask him clearly, but this was the scene that caught his eye.

Bi Xia himself didn't know that he was frowning at the moment, he was not happy at all after eating.

Qiu Zhen felt that his narrow-minded tablemate was a bit pitiful, or wait for him to finish eating.