Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"Do you know who took it?"

"Ah."

"It's okay, let me ask for you... um? What did you say?"

Bi Xia was a little amused: "I know."

Qiu Zhen became curious: "How do you know?"

"Only his toiletries have been touched and the bed is a mess."

There are housekeeping inspections every day. Everyone’s things are put away in the morning, and it’s a lot more casual in the afternoon. No one checks and everyone is too lazy to tidy up.

It is clear at a glance who has returned to the dormitory.

"Who?"

"The person who told Lao Ban last time that I had a mobile phone."

"You know what?"

"I know now."

"Ding Qiming is just mentally ill. He is just a chicken feather, and he remembers his name every day because he is the deputy class monitor of attendance. If he is half a minute late, he is said to be 5 minutes, and 5 minutes is half a class."

"what do you want to say?"

Qiu Zhen didn't know what he wanted to say: "What are you going to do?"

This is disgusting, but it's really not a big deal. I really went to Lao Ban to report it. It's worse than Ding Qiming. They can't hold back this embarrassment.

Besides, even if he said it, it was just an apology in exchange, and he didn't need it.

Qiu Zhen looked unpredictable, not knowing what he was thinking.

Bi Xia reminded him: "It's time to go in."

They entered through the side door, and when Qiuzheng took a look at the umbrella, it was already clean.

Bi Xia adjusted the umbrella: "I didn't worry about it, don't do stupid things."

Qiu Zhen smiled at him: "What are you thinking? Am I that kind of person?"

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen hooked his neck from behind: "Don't listen to their nonsense, I really don't fight, and I never fought in junior high school."

"I heard that you only transferred here at the beginning of the third year of junior high school. When you came here, the injury on your eyebrow was still not healed. Did you fall?"

"...Why do you listen to such gossip?"

"Isn't it?"

"That was the last time, and I really didn't do anything after that."

"Ah."

"Do you know that mentally handicapped thing that tortured and killed stray cats in the school? He can even slap a small kitten the size of a palm!" Qiu Zhen was still very angry when he thought about it: "I told him, if he doesn't want to be a human, I will make it happen." he."

"And you got fired?"

"Nine-year compulsory education, how can you say that you will be expelled if you are expelled. The principal knows my father and came to my family."

Bi Xia shook his head and smiled.

Qiu Zhen was not happy: "What are you laughing at? He is much worse than me. My mother originally wanted me to go to No. [-] Middle School, which is her alma mater! Now I come here to go to school a year earlier, and the kid has been lying in the hospital for most of the time. months."

"Well, Brother Qiu never fights."

What he said was sarcasm, Qiu Zhen slapped himself in the face repeatedly, but Qiu Zhen couldn't care less, his mind was full of the sentence Qiu Ge.

"What did you say? Say it again?"

Bi Xia stopped talking.

"Really, it was too noisy just now, I didn't hear it."

"Let's say one more..."

"Hurry up, both of you, I'll be waiting for you, Qiuzheng, where is your violin? Our class drew third. Now go to the backstage to line up."

The violin had long been placed in the background, and someone from the student union was watching. Qiu Zhen felt a little sorry for missing this time, and he didn't know when the next time would be.

But right now the competition is still important, the whole class has practiced for more than ten days.

They lined up backstage and then sang the national anthem to the accompaniment of the first class in front.

When the second class came on stage, the students of class eight were already standing by the stage, so Qiu Zhen didn't have to line up with them, but stood next to Bi Xia with his violin in his hand.

The class on the stage sang half of the selected songs, and suddenly a classmate yelled: "I want to go to the toilet in my old class."

"You are nervous, hold back."

The other students couldn't help laughing. After such an interruption, they didn't feel so nervous. When they came to the stage, they even had an unfinished smile on their faces.

They had to stand on the wooden steps for the chorus. Fortunately, there were boys in the last row, and the height of three steps would not be too embarrassing.

The conductor went on stage with them, but Qiu Zhen took his piano to the stage after singing the national anthem.

The lights on the stage were so bright that the people on the stage couldn't see the audience clearly, so they all focused their eyes on the conductor.From stepping on stage to stepping down, the time for the two songs seems to be very long, but also seems to be very short.

Everyone left the stage in the order they had arranged long ago. After getting off the stage, they still didn’t dare to come out in a big way.

It was still raining lightly, they trotted all the way around half a circle and returned to the audience from the main entrance.

Bi Xia's seat was placed by Qiu Zhen, right next to him.

Not long after Bi Xia sat down, Qiu Zhen also came back. He put down the violin and trotted back all the way. Now he just sat down and said to Bi Xia before he could catch his breath, "Shout again."

It was rare for Bi Xia to sit so relaxed. He leaned on the back of the chair, but the back of the chair was low, so it was actually not that comfortable to lean on.

Qiu Zhen noticed it and took the opportunity to confuse him: "You called, brother Qiu can lend you his shoulder."

Bi Xia just glanced at him, then turned his attention back to the stage.The songs chosen by this class are not difficult, but they are sung with great momentum.

Suddenly there was a weight on the legs, and there was an extra hairy head. Qiu Zhen turned around at some point, put his legs outside, and lay down sideways.

With his height, it was aggrieved to lie down like this, but he didn't seem to care, and put his arms around Bi Xia's waist to prevent himself from slipping.

Bi Xia's body froze, and he held his head with his right hand and exerted light force.

He whispered: "Get up."

"Sorry."

Bi Xia: "..."

Bi Xia glanced at Qiu Zhen's own seat, his whole leg was on the aisle.

"You're blocking the aisle."

Qiuzhen: "..."

He was still a little unwilling, and squeezed Bi Xia's waist before getting up, and then he couldn't get up, and was held down by Bi Xia.

Bi Xia looked down at the person lying on his lap expressionlessly, Qiu Zhen thought he was really angry and wanted to apologize.

As a result, Bi Xia covered his eyes with one hand and pinched his head twice with the other, which felt good.

Qiuzheng was dumbfounded, this is Bi Xia?

After he was stunned, he realized: "Fuck, you bad boy, you can't tell if you can't touch a man's head."

He got up and wanted to settle accounts with Bi Xia, of course Bi Xia would not be arrested without a fight, they didn't talk, just you come and I went through a few tricks, and in the end it was Qiu Zhen who was more skilled and held Bi Xia's hand in his hand.

He gasped and said, "I'll forgive you if you shout Brother Qiu."

Bi Xia shut up again.

Having fun, Qiu Zhen didn't insist on him shouting: "Sooner or later, I will ask you to shout."

Bi Xia said casually, "I'll wait."

If you want to watch a show like chorus, you can watch it, but if you don't want to watch it, it's really boring.

Qiu Zhen yawned and poked the people around him: "Aren't you sleepy?"

Bi Xia grabbed his hand: "Not sleepy"

"Listen so seriously, is it good?"

"I'm going to be a judge tomorrow."

Qiu Zhen laughed: "Hey, I forgot, our Majesty is the chairman of the student union. Then who is there now?"

"Zhang Yuxin."

"The one who came to see you before?"

"Ah."

"You have a good relationship?"

Bi Xia finally turned his head to look at him

Qiu Zhen didn't know, so he asked, "What?"

"You're a gossip."

Qiu Zhen: "???"

Really?

Qiu Zhen glanced at his deskmate from time to time, hesitant to speak.

"What are you imagining? She is my deputy."

"Oh."

After the last class left the stage, the host came to the stage to enliven the atmosphere, waiting for the judges to score.

Fifteen into seven, currently the eighth class is ranked sixth, and there are still two classes whose results have not been released.

The score of the previous class has been calculated, and the host will announce it together later. The students in the front row did not know whether they heard it or saw it, so they passed the news down.

Higher than class eight.

In other words, whether the eighth class can enter the final depends on the results of the last class.

Pending a trial pending, this one-in-a-half possibility is particularly disturbing.

When the host took the list and came on stage again, the atmosphere became even more tense.

The students in Class [-] stared at the stage with bated breath. When she reported the score of the last class, Class [-] cheered.

Exactly 0.03th, scratched the line and entered, [-] higher than the [-]th

The classes that entered the finals were announced on the spot, and when one was announced, one class cheered, and the rest were somewhat sad.

The rain has been raining since the meal time, and it still has no intention of stopping.

Qiu Zhen was holding a long-handled black umbrella in one hand and a chair in the other. He was carrying it casually. The chair swayed back and forth with the natural frequency of his hands, but because it was too casual, the shaking was a bit large, and it looked like he was going to fight.

They sat in the last row. They came out early and the outside was relatively empty. It was not a big problem for Qiu Zhen to walk in the wind, but he also had a tablemate who was not in a hurry and held an umbrella slowly.

Qiu Zhen stuffed the umbrella into Bi Xia's hand: "Give me the chair, and you hold the umbrella."

So Bi Xia walked beside Qiu Zhen with a big black umbrella in one hand and his own in the other, with people passing by who gathered chairs over their heads to keep out the rain.

Ding Qiming was also one of them. When he passed by holding a chair, he saw the umbrella in Bi Xia's hand and said, "Is this umbrella from the school committee yours? I said why it disappeared, and I thought it was lost. You don't say anything, it's scary." I have one."

"I don't know who took it."

Ding Qiming said embarrassingly: "It's a roommate after all, just ask around and you'll know."

Qiu Zhen's hand holding the chair tightened, Bi Xia didn't speak anymore, and walked forward with Qiu Zhen holding an umbrella.

Ding Qiming curled his lips, what arrogance, it's just an umbrella, and he didn't mean not to say it on purpose, it's just that he didn't have time.

Back in the classroom, there was more than half an hour before the end of evening self-study, but the classroom could not calm down.

Into the finals!

It's still a thread, and everyone is very excited.

The next two days are the preliminaries for the second and third year of high school. From time to time, some people will sneak out to watch other people's competitions.Qiu Zhen not only sneaked into the gymnasium, but also slipped into the judges' seat.

As the student representative, Bi Xia sat on the far side among the teachers, which happened to be convenient for Qiu Zhen.

Bi Xia handed over the scoring sheet to the people in the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment, and handed Qiu Zhen a small bag of melon seeds.

Qiu Zhen looked at the untouched snacks and fruit plate on his table and sighed: "This judge is quite comfortable."

"I won't eat it, you can take it away."

Qiu Zhen was not polite to him, just as the class behind Bi Xia left his seat and waited, Qiu Zhen also borrowed a chair from someone else to sit next to Bi Xia to help him finish the plate of snacks.

"Student, give way."

Qiu Zhen was patted on the shoulder, and he felt that the voice was familiar, so he lowered his head to make room, trying to reduce the sense of presence.

But his silence doesn't mean Director Gao can't recognize him: "Qiu Zhen?"

It would be boring to pretend to be a quail after Director Gao called his name, so Qiu Zhen raised his head and greeted him with a smile.

"Today is the sophomore competition, what are you doing here?"

"I'll take a look."

"What are you watching? I came to play with you at the same table, right?"

Director Gao knew Bi Xia, and knew that they were at the same table. He had no objection to Qiu Zhen. The teacher always loved and hated naughty students.

Qiuzheng smiled and did not deny it.

Director Gao didn't know whether he was giving Bi Xia face or really didn't care, he didn't chase him away immediately, but said: "Go back when it's almost time, you are absent from class."

He returned to his place after speaking.

Qiu Zhen was still a little unbelievable: "Is Lao Gao so easy to talk to?"

"Ah."

In fact, I was worried that he would be uncomfortable here alone, so I talked to him for a long time just now.

"Then I'll stay a little longer."

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen continued to eat, he was thirsty after eating too many melon seeds, he didn't shy away from it, took the disposable cup on Bi Xia's table and drank it in two gulps.

Bi Xia: ...

Although he didn't eat these snacks, he wanted to drink water. As soon as the water cooled down, he was rushed over before he could drink it.

"Have you finished your homework?"