Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

When Qiu Zhen opened his eyes in the morning, his first reaction was to check the time. When he saw six o'clock, his heart was cold, and Bi Xia would definitely not wait for him.

He lay back a little annoyed, and then realized that today was Sunday, and he didn't read early!Maybe Bi Xia didn't get up so early.

This week, there were only two people staying in their dormitory, and the students on the upper bunk on the other side slept soundly.

When Qiu Zhen went out with his toothbrush in hand, the door of the opposite bedroom just opened. Bi Xia just stood by the door and looked at him. A second later, Bi Xia walked towards the bathroom with a blank expression.

Qiu Zhen quickly chased after him and hooked his shoulder: "Still angry?"

Bi Xia waved his hand away and began to wash with water.

Qiu Zhen brushed his teeth with one hand and poked his waist with the other: "Why do you hold grudges so much? You've been angry all day, are you a girl?"

Bi Xia clenched his troubled hands, gave him a cold look, then let go and continued brushing his teeth.

Qiu Zhen looked at him up and down for a while and then grabbed the corner of his clothes: "I'm sorry, I'm being unkind this time, Your Majesty has a lot, please forgive the little ones?"

"open."

"Then how can you forgive me?"

"leave me alone."

"This one is a bit difficult, why don't you change it? I'll go back to pick up the violin at noon, how about playing the violin for you in the afternoon?"

Bi Xia scooped up water to rinse off the foam on his face, then rinsed the soap with water and put it back in the box, then he looked at Qiu Zhen squarely: "It's not that good."

It was already bright, and they simply went to the playground.

The playground of the No. [-] Middle School was the original county stadium. Later, the new stadium was completed, and the new campus of the No. [-] Middle School happened to be built here. This playground, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, was preserved as the No. [-] Middle School's stadium.

The stadium is open to the public on Sunday, but there are guards at the gate connected to the campus, and no one is allowed to enter without wearing a school uniform.

They came out for a run, and Qiu Zhen didn't wear a school uniform jacket, but a newly bought T-shirt. When they returned from the run, they were stopped by the security guards on the playground and refused to let them back.

"Uncle, look at me, I have the face of a No. [-] middle school student, please let me in, I won't have time for class later."

"You pretend to be a student without even knowing the class time? You have class at [-]:[-] on Sundays. You are still a middle school student. I think you look like a punk."

Qiuzhen: "..."

"No, I'm going back to take a shower!"

The security guard just ignored him.

Bi Xia tugged at Qiu Zhen's corner, motioning for him to come with him, Qiu Zhen was still a little uneasy, and turned his head three times a step: "How do I look like a gangster? What kind of eyes does he have?"

Bi Xia walked in front of him, his shoulders trembling slightly: "Well, you don't look like that."

like the boss.

The huts under the stands outside the school were not locked, so Bi Xia dragged Qiu Zhen across the playground and picked one at random.

"Undress."

"What, what?"

Qiu Zhen suspected that he had heard it wrong. The person who had to bow his head to walk in the bathroom actually asked him to take off his clothes?

"I'll change with you."

"Then how do you get in?"

Considering Uncle Security's attitude of disapproval, it is estimated that the best way is for him to go around the stadium and enter through the main entrance. Bi Xia will wait for him at the main entrance with his school uniform and campus card.

"I can go in."

"I do not believe."

"It's too late for you to dawdle."

After Bi Xia finished speaking, he turned his back to him and took off his clothes. He was very white and usually looked too thin, but now that there was nothing to stop him, Qiu Zhen found that his tablemate was actually in good shape.

I can't see it from the front, but the arm muscles are tight and smooth. Well, these two pieces seem to be called butterfly bones and they are also very beautiful.

"Done yet?"

Qiu Zhen hurriedly looked away, took off his clothes and exchanged with him.

They were all sweating a little, and there was water on their clothes. Qiu Zhen didn't think too much about it, so he just put them on. He moved his shoulders a little, and it felt a little narrow.

Bi Xia tried his best to ignore the body temperature on the T-shirt and the mixed smell of extremely light soap and sweat, he held his breath for a moment and changed his clothes.

Qiuzheng's T-shirt was originally a very casual style, and it was loose and loose on the body. No wonder the security guard felt that he didn't want to be a student.

On Bi Xia's body, he looked completely different. He was thinner than Qiu Zhen, and his clothes looked bigger, but perhaps because of Bi Xia's expression at the moment, he looked so obedient.

Bi Xia found a bathroom, rubbed her hair in front of the mirror, and then showed a harmless smile.

With another expression, the whole aura is different, and Qiu Zhen can't even tell which one is the real Bi Xia.

"I went to talk to him, you go straight, he won't notice you in school uniform."

"What if he won't let you in?"

"I'll go around to the main entrance, and you bring your campus card and school uniform."

……

"Uncle, it's my first time running on Sunday, I don't know that I have to wear a school uniform to enter..."

While the security guard was talking to Bi Xia, Qiu Zhen walked over swaggeringly. The security guard glanced at him and thought that the student was a bit strange. Everyone else's school uniform looked big, so why is he a little small?

Bi Xia's voice drew his attention back.

"Uncle, can I go in? Or can you lend me your mobile phone? I'll call my parents."

"No, you go in, don't forget next time."

"Well, thank you uncle."

Qiu Zhen watched helplessly as the security guard who was not allowed to let him in just now let him sit at the same table.

"gone."

In the blink of an eye, Bi Xia changed back to that desolate and indifferent look.

"You, the world owes you an Oscar."

Bi Xia was noncommittal, no Oscar, but he had a lot of guest roles in award-winning movies when he was a child.

I wasted a lot of time on the playground, and after breakfast I rushed to the classroom sweating again.

They came late, and although there were vacancies in the front row, people had to stand up and make way for them, so Bi Xia simply sat at the end.

Qiu Zhen followed him and sat down next to him. The teacher came later, distributed papers to them as soon as they arrived, and then stood at the door of the classroom and ate breakfast with buns in one hand and soy milk in the other.

"I won't count the results. This test is mainly to understand your learning situation and compare it with the first one. If you want to know, come and find me."

The topic this time is not cumbersome, but the idea of ​​solving the problem is a bit bizarre, and it is not difficult to think of it.Some of them were taught by the teacher in class, but none of the questions were exactly the same.

Qiu Zhen did the questions very quickly, biting the cap of his pen from time to time, thinking about it most of the time, writing directly after thinking, and occasionally writing two strokes on the draft paper casually.

Wherever he has time to write, the draft paper is very messy.

Bi Xia, however, divides each page into two columns and writes down neatly, without needing to line or fold in half. It is clearly a blank sheet of paper, but he uses it like graph paper.

There are three questions in total, and Bi Xia was thinking about the last question when Qiu Zhen put down his pen.

Qiu Zhen cleared his throat, but his deskmate didn't respond.

"piupiu—"

Bi Xia finally looked at him, and showed him the draft paper in his hand as if offering a treasure. Bi Xia saw only a bunch of patterns and a particularly abstract drawing at a glance.

What Bi Xia lacked was just a thought. When he saw his picture, he knew how to solve this problem. Drawing a picture is a common way of thinking, but this problem is hard to come up with.

Bi Xia didn't mean to ask him for help, but there was no need to be hypocritical after seeing it: "Thank you."

The teacher reserved two classes for them with three questions, and there were nine to ten minutes, not counting the end of get out of class time. Qiu Zhen was a little bored after finishing writing, and began to hand him notes after Bi Xia put down his pen.

[How did you bring the old class with your mobile phone to know? ]

Qiu Zhen probably made the words bigger on purpose, and it is still very clear that ugly should be ugly.

[It does not matter. ]

Qiu Zhen hates iron but not steel, and his deskmate was bullied by others, so he absolutely can't just let it go, Brother Qiu just helps relatives and doesn't help.

[Why is it not important, someone is obviously complaining. ]

[So what? ]

[What's the matter, don't you think it's shameful to sue behind your back? ]

The more Qiu Zhen wrote, the more excited he became, and the words almost went to the sky. Bi Xia only felt pain in his eyes when he read carefully. It was not easy for Laoban.

Fortunately, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and there was a new group of people in the classroom. Qiu Zhen was finally able to speak.

"Little man!"

The classmate who had just walked to the front row and was about to sit down was called by him and changed direction.

"...Do you know who it is?"

"I asked Qi Jiale to ask."

Bi Xia shook his head: "It's not necessary."

"You don't want to know who it is?"

"It's wrong that I'm not him."

"Shouldn't you just ask me who this is and get away from him?"

Bi Xia wanted to laugh when he saw Qiu Zhen being aggrieved by him, he chuckled lightly: "Who am I closer to except you?"

Undoubtedly, this sentence is very useful. Qiu Zhen was just blown into a puffer fish, but now he was discouraged all of a sudden, his voice was much lower, but he still said reservedly: "You can't say that..."

Bi Xia waited sideways for his next words, but Qiu Zhen gave up again: "Forget it, you're happy."

Brother Qiu covers you.

Qiu Zheng came home at noon and sat in the corner of the house

He picked up the dusty piano case, and as soon as he got to the classroom, he took Bi Xia out and said that he wanted to play the piano for him.

Qiu Zhen took him to the gazebo where he filmed the VCR last time, and patted him on the stone bench: "Sit."

Qiu Zhen took out the violin, put one on his shoulder, and pulled the strings... A few sparrows were startled.

Bi Xia just sat down and stood up again, but was pulled back by Qiu Zhen: "Hey, don't go."

"I'll go back."

"What are you doing when you go back? Do you still use the dictionary to look through it?"

"I can go back and get the earplugs."

"..."

Qiu Zhen felt that he could still save it: "I just haven't stretched for a long time, wait a while, let me get used to it."

There are two crumpled score books in his piano case that he practiced in the tenth grade exam. Bi Xia picked one up and read it. He can read the five-line score, and he has his own melody in his mind, which sounds better than Qiuzheng’s violin.

Qiu Zhen didn't know what his deskmate was thinking, he finally pulled out the first normal tone of the day, and when he saw his deskmate turning over the piano score, he said, "You bring the flute next week, let's practice together."

"The one who wants to accompany you is you."

"Why don't you tell the teacher too?"

"..."

How did Qiuzheng manage to talk to him here after making a small report in disguise?

Qiu Zhen apologized, and now he is not guilty at all: "Have you joined the Minle Club?"

"No."

"Aren't you good at blowjobs?"

"Have you joined the music club yet?"

They chatted one after another, and Qiu Zhen finally started to play the piano seriously after talking enough.

Playing the violin with his eyes half closed, he looked quite elegant.

The setting sun, the sound of the zither, and the person playing the zither.

Bi Xia sat aside and didn't know when he put down the score, closed his eyes, and listened quietly.

It suddenly occurred to him that when Ms. Xia asked him to choose between the piano and the violin when he was a child, he chose to learn the flute from his grandfather.

Ms. Xia was naturally not happy, and asked him to choose at least one more. Fortunately, Bi Haicheng felt that learning flute was good and supported his son's choice.

At that time, everyone thought that the piano was superior, but now there are more people learning folk music.Qiu Zhen didn't look like a person who would take the initiative to learn the violin, maybe it was the same situation at that time.

Qiu Zhen thought that his superb piano skills had fascinated his deskmate, thinking about the story of Boya Ziqin meeting a bosom friend in high mountains and flowing waters, but found that he seemed to be in a daze.

He was suddenly dissatisfied: "What are you thinking, so fascinated?"

Bi Xia said casually, "You."