Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"Do you know why I called you out?"

Lao Ban's tone was not the same as usual, it sounded a bit serious, Bi Xia nodded calmly.

The students are so good that it is difficult to discipline them. Even if they bring a mobile phone, so what, their grades are there, and there is no such thing as playthings.

They stood on the corridor between the two teaching buildings. The sun had risen completely in the east, and the golden morning light was shining on the treetops, and the leaves were rustling with the wind.

Bi Xia was not very surprised, he was ready when Liu Jiahao saw it in the morning, but it might not be him, maybe someone else woke up.

He didn't care who sued him, anyway...he didn't have any expectations.

"I believe in your self-control, but this is a matter of principle. The school focuses on it, and no students can make exceptions."

"Ah."

"Put the phone here first, and you can get it if you want to use it."

"it is good."

"Give it to me now, it's not good for the students to see after class."

Bi Xia nodded, went back to the classroom and took the mobile phone. The old class took it and glanced at it: "Have you brought the data cable? I have brought it and put it at my place to charge it for you."

The class teacher is so easy to talk, Bi Xia is not polite: "I will bring it to you after class."

The old class didn't know what to think of, so he smiled: "You and you are at the same table... It's good for you to sit together."

Bi Xia thought about the meaning of his words, and the old class asked him again: "Have you set a password?"

"No."

"Then set up one now, don't worry, the teacher won't spy on the students."

Bi Xia never used a date with a special meaning as a password, so he thought about entering the current time.The password is a bit redundant. He believes that the old class will not read it, and it doesn't matter if he reads it. He does not leave chat records.

After reading for a few minutes in the morning, the deskmate was called out by the head teacher, and he came back after a while and took the phone out.

I can figure out what's going on with my toes, but it's just that the teacher found out that I was carrying a mobile phone, and most likely someone made a small report.Will the president of the student union who is the first in the age group get preferential treatment?

Qiu Zhen knew that Bi Xia was always carrying his mobile phone, but the number of times he saw it as a tablemate was very few, let alone others.I don't know who is complaining.

After reading get out of class early, Bi Xia went out again with the data cable.Confiscated mobile phone with data cable?

Qi Jiale came over blusteringly: "Brother Qiu, what time did you get up today?"

"It's past five, isn't it?"

Qi Jiale looked admiring: "God-man."

Qiu Zhen thought for a while, and added: "Come with me at the same table for morning exercises."

Why does this sound so strange?

"By the way, you can ask me something."

"what's up?"

Qiu Zhen looked around and said in a low voice, "Bi Xia has a mobile phone, Lao Ban knows."

"You want me to find out who is the informer?"

Qi Jiale looked excited, feeling that he finally had a place to use his skills other than homework.

"Well, I'll treat you to dinner then."

"Is there a need for a treat for such a small matter?"

"Well, try to tell me before school is over on Saturday."

"Where is Saturday? I will find out for you today. Brother Qiu, do you want to block people on the way after school?"

Qi Jiale looked ready to move, unknowingly thought he was the one who offered to fight, Qiu Zhen punctured his fantasy: "How many times have I said that I don't fight, we are civilized people."

"Oh," Qi Jiale was a little disappointed: "But Brother Qiu, are you not mistaken? Our school committee doesn't look like someone with a mobile phone, but you are more like it."

Qiu Zhen couldn't figure out why he was the one who got full marks in the school regulations, and the one who hung around the billiard room on weekends and brought his mobile phone was his deskmate, yet the whole world thought he was the one who would cause trouble.

Bi Xia came in through the back door, and Qiu Zhen didn't want him to know about it: "Go if you're told, what are you talking about so much?"

"Okay, wrap it on me."

The old class allowed them to read for 2 minutes before dictating. Qiu Zhen stood up the Chinese textbook and coughed lightly to attract the attention of the other deskmates.

Bi Xia turned his head to look at him.

"……Are you OK?"

"That's right, the old class didn't say that he would invite parents or something?"

When Bi Xia took the phone just now, he didn't want to hide it from him, and said lightly: "It's okay if you invite me."

Qiu Zhen was amused: "So confident that your parents are on your side?"

"They can't come."

"Then call me brother."

Bi Xia couldn't figure out why the subject suddenly changed: "...why did you call it?"

Qiu Zhen took it for granted, "I'm definitely older than you."

"Don't believe me? Has your birthday passed this year?"

Bi Xia saw through his plan at a glance, whether his birthday has passed or not and how old he is this year are two different things.Bi Xia ignored him, but Qiu Zhen didn't let him go: "When is your birthday? Tell brother, brother will buy you a cake."

"Well, if you're older than me, I'll call you brother."

"Sixteen, December."

"I'm in April, as long as you don't repeat a grade, you must be my senior. Quickly call brother, brother Qiu is also fine..."

When writing silently, Bi Xia's words "they can't come" filled Qiu Zhen's mind. He secretly wiped his tears when he got such a good grade in the monthly exam last time. Is there something wrong at home at the same table?

The dead are like this, but the one who is full of emptiness is like that... Why do you feel that something is wrong, what is the next sentence?

Qiu Zhen thought hard, and finally just threw away the pen, and went to write silently again at night.

At the same time, Bi Xia also put down the pen, checked it and put on the cap.

Looking at the unobstructed dictation book at the same table, Qiu Zhen felt that he could still struggle.

It's useless to struggle. After the evening self-study dictation book was distributed, the language office was overcrowded. Qiu Zhen randomly found a corner to lie down and write dictation. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his own mobile phone.

Lao Ban's cell phone is made in China, so it goes without saying whose cell phone is charging.

When Qiu Zhen finished the dictation and moved the math homework to the administrative building and rushed to the music classroom, Teacher Zhang had already led everyone to practice the national anthem.

The chorus, which was originally very harmonious, suddenly became two parts when Qiu Zhen joined in.

Teacher Zhang made a gesture of acceptance, a little helpless.

Generally speaking, the national anthem has been practiced very well, but occasionally, Qiu Zhen's voice stands out among the fifty students.

Wang Xiaofang looked at Ying Yarong who was playing the piano not far away, thought for a while and suggested to Teacher Zhang: "Teacher, can we add some accompaniment to this song?"

"What accompaniment? Didn't you say that there is no one in your class who can play the piano?"

"There is one who can play the violin."

"The violin," Mr. Zhang pondered for a moment and said, "This is not easy to add."

"It's Qiuzhen, the handsome guy you call every day."

"Add!" Teacher Zhang said firmly, and then asked: "How is his level?"

"I don't know much about it. It is said that it has passed level ten."

"That's fine."

After the break, we gathered again, and everyone found that Mr. Zhang looked much more relaxed.

"Qiu Zhen."

"arrive--"

Qiu Zhen was a little surprised, Teacher Zhang kept calling him a handsome boy, why did he suddenly call him by his name?

"You can play the violin?"

A look of vigilance: "No"

"The teacher knows that you can, and you are tired of singing here, so why don't you go to the accompaniment."

"..."

"It's too difficult for me"

"It's not difficult. If you have level ten, one week is enough."

"I haven't touched it for more than half a year."

"It's okay, just practice more, there's still a week left."

Seeing Teacher Zhang's attitude of driving ducks to the shelves, Qiu Zhen stopped struggling and took the opportunity to find some benefits for himself: "Then can I not practice today?"

"Ah."

So next, under the envious eyes of his classmates, Qiu Zhen dragged a chair and sat watching them sing, and he clapped once after they sang.

Ying Yarong, who was practicing the piano over there, noticed the movement here and cast her eyes frequently.When she took another short break, she went to Wang Xiaofang to inquire about the news.

"Why is Qiuzhen sitting there?"

"He can't get along with us."

"So you won't let him participate?"

Ying Yarong looked a little angry, with some questioning in her words, Wang Xiaofang was also a little unhappy.

"How is it possible? He is the accompanist. Didn't you tell me that he could play the violin?"

"Well, sorry, I'm more excited."

Ying Yarong took her hand and sincerely apologized: "He helped me before, without him I would not be where I am now, I am really grateful to him."

"Forget it, it's because I didn't make it clear."

Today's practice progress is very good, and it is rare for Teacher Zhang to let them go 5 minutes early: "Didn't you say that time is tight at night and you can't make it in time? Leave early today, don't get caught. If you catch your homeroom teacher, I can't justify it."

"Cultural and entertainment committee member, and that handsome young man, please stay here for a while."

Qiu Zhen hooked his deskmate's shoulders and was ready to run happily, but he had to stop and let go of his hands to walk back when he heard Teacher Zhang's words.Teacher Zhang called Ying Yarong over again, and was going to tell them about conducting and accompaniment.

Qiu Zhen had to stay, but Bi Xia didn't have any intention of waiting for him, and went straight out, Qiu Zhen was not happy.

He suddenly said: "By the way, teacher, let me tell you something," he said to Teacher Zhang, but the volume seemed to be addressed to people far away: "My deskmate is shy, yes, just You must have an impression of the one who is as handsome as me standing next to me, right?"

Teacher Zhang wondered why he said this suddenly, but nodded.

Bi Xia's eyelids twitched, feeling ominous.

"What's up with him?"

Qiu Zhen kept paying attention to Bi Xia from the corner of his eye, and Bi Xia had already turned his head to look at him.

"He might stop talking if I'm not here. You should encourage him."

"understood."

Teacher Zhang continued to tell them the precautions, Qiu Zhen turned his head to meet Bi Xia's gaze, showed a smug smile, and mouthed to him: You are welcome.

Bi Xia closed his eyes, silently recited Qiu Zhen's name, chewing it over and over countless times.