Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Qiu Zhen ate up the snacks on the plate before leaving, and took the garbage with him when he left.

Bi Xia worked as a judge for two days in a row, and was pestered by her classmates to ask about her sophomore and senior year.

He said matter-of-factly, the first year of high school was at the bottom.

The finals are different from the preliminaries. The school will invite professional judges, and the grades will not be considered for grades.Senior two and senior three have a lot of experience in competitions and have natural advantages.

The final is scheduled for next Friday, and they have up to five practice opportunities.

But this weekend they need to get the clothing and makeup done first, the clothing needs to be rented, and the makeup artist offers.

The life committee members, entertainment committee members, and squad leader went together, and Qiu Zhen was dragged by them because he was an accompanist and had to wear different clothes.

Going out shopping with three girls, Qiu Zhen's hair is getting bigger, and Bi Xia is going to be dragged by life or death.

Go to photo studios to rent dresses, they rent a lot, and there are not many options to choose from.Over there, Wang Xiaofang, Cheng Xiaoxiao, and Zeng Menghan discussed with the staff for a long time, and even tried on a few outfits for girls.

As for the boys...doesn't this have two ready-made?

Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen stood up from the sofa to help try two sets, Cheng Xiaoxiao was not stingy with her compliments, and praised Bi Xia from hair to fingertips.

Facing Qiu Zhen, he was speechless. He had said all he could say just now, but now he was at a loss for words, so he could only say one word dryly: handsome.

Wang Xiaofang laughed, and began to wonder which one to choose.

Zeng Menghan waved his hand: "No, the two of them don't have the right looks. They both look good in whatever they wear, but the others can't."

"That's right, let's look at the color selection?"

"It can only be this way."

The girls' attire is a white tube top dress with red bow accessories.The boy ordered a white shirt, black suit pants, and a red bow tie, which looked harmonious.

Wang Xiaofang was the conductor, and she was wearing a suit different from them.

Zeng Menghan looked at Wang Xiaofang and then at Qiuzhen: "Hey, how about we conduct and accompany a series?"

Before Qiu Zhen said anything, Wang Xiaofang refused in a hurry. It was a joke. She didn't want to feel how terrible girls' jealousy was.

There are no fewer people who like Qiuzhen than Bi Xia. This kind of thing is not worrying about the shortage but the unevenness.

Everyone likes them, and it can be tacit, but those who are liked by them will definitely be envied.

Every time Qiu Zhen changed his clothes, he had to walk around the table and ask his opinion, Bi Xia simply put down the magazine in his hand and focused on him.

Qiu Zhen tried several sets in succession and was not satisfied, probably because the price was not high enough, but the class funds were limited, so he couldn't rent them for his wedding.

Qiu Zhen changed back into his own clothes, and elbowed his deskmate: "How about I go buy a set?"

"You decide."

"Then you go with me."

"Don't go."

"Go, then we can watch a movie and have a meal by the way. It's just right to go back to school."

"Have you finished your homework?"

"..."

Qiu Zhen is not Bi Xia, without his speed, since taking the competition class, one morning has been lost, and Qiu Zhen needs to catch up with homework almost every Sunday afternoon.

But homework has to be rushed, and clothes have to be bought.Twenty minutes later, Bi Xia changed his address to watch Qiu Zhen try on clothes.

In the end, Qiu Zhen bought a black suit and a white suit of the same style. Qiu Zhen looked back and forth between the clothes and the tablemate, as if thinking about how he would look in this suit.

The clerk understood and said, "The two sets of Xizhuan are the same style and different colors, which are very suitable for your friends."

Qiu Zhen coughed lightly, looked at Bi Xia and suggested, "Try?"

Bi Xia stared at him for a while, and Qiu Zhen looked straight at him, looking at each other, as if something was wrong.

It's like a silent contest, no one is willing to look away first, it seems that the one who turns away first loses.

Qiu Zhen has a thicker skin and can completely ignore the increasingly strange eyes of the clerk.

Bi Xia shifted his gaze to the clerk: "I'll try."

"Yes sir, this way please."

The clerk took Bi Xia to the fitting room, and Qiu Zhen stood there feeling his heart. It seemed that the beating was a little heavy just now. He didn't have a heart attack, did he?Or is his deskmate hypnotized?

When Bi Xia came out after changing his clothes, Qiu Zhen felt that he had a good eye.Just like the shopping guide said that not everyone can wear a white suit, Bi Xia fits it well, but it is a little too big, and the waist can be tucked in again.

There is a master in the store, so you can change it immediately, but it is getting late, let alone watching a movie, Qiu Zhen may not have time to go back to do homework, and Bi Xia has to go home, so he can only pick it up next week.

When Bi Xia arrived at school, Qiu Zhen gnawed on bread in one hand and a pen in the other, and someone else's work was placed under the homework, obviously copying.

"Have you had dinner?"

"Didn't eat." Qiu Zhen turned a page of the book and continued copying without raising his head until he smelled the smell of meat.

At some point, Bi Xia put a food box on his table.

Qiu Zhen was a little incredulous: "Bring it for me?"

Bi Xia nodded.

"What is it?"

"dumpling."

Qiu Zhen sniffed it closer and came to the conclusion: "It's stuffed with dried vegetables."

"To keep warm, you can do your homework first."

But Qiu Zhen chose to eat the dumplings first. The dumplings were steamed, but there was a lot of soup in them. After one bite, the smell of meat mixed with the unique salty aroma of dried vegetables wafted in the air.Many focused on the back of the classroom.

"Brother Qiu, what are you eating?"

"That's right, this scent is too much."

"Blessed to share."

"Whoever shares the blessing with you, my tablemate brought it to me, if you want it, let your tablemate bring it for you."

After a round, now there are two brothers, Chen Chu and Chen Yuan, in front of them. They grew up together, and they have an extraordinary tacit understanding.

"At the same table, I want to eat dumplings."

"If you have the ability, you can find someone... not brother, do you think something is wrong?"

"It's true when you say that, Brother Qiu's showing off..."

Why does he feel that it is more like saying: My girlfriend brought it for me, if I want it, go find your girlfriend.

"Brother, I want to fall in love."

"..."

After half a month of hard training, it was finally time for the competition.On Friday afternoon, Class [-] left school early and went back to eat and change clothes.

The old class warned on the stage: "It's best to eat first, otherwise it will be troublesome if the clothes get dirty. Remember to come back to the classroom after eating, you still have to put on makeup."

Hearing the word make-up, the boys wailed.

But howling was useless. When I returned to the classroom again, the makeup artists were already in place. The four makeup artists worked very fast, and it only took a few minutes to get one done.

When it was Bi Xia's turn, Bi Xia sat on the stool. He was tall, and the makeup artist had to get up.

Stage makeup is the best, the price is low, and the materials used are also cheap.Qiu Zhen didn't know the brand of cosmetics, but that makeup brush looked rough.

Judging by Bi Xia's expression, he should be really uncomfortable.

"Sister, my deskmate is so white, can you stop brushing?"

The makeup artist looked at it and nodded, "It's quite white."

Then he denied: "No, the stage lighting is very makeup-intensive. If you don't paint it well, your face will be pale."

As he spoke, he applied two lumps of heavy blush on Bi Xia.

Bi Xia: ...

Qiu Zhen turned his back, laughing so that his shoulders trembled.

"Who else hasn't melted, boy, don't hide, come here quickly."

The sister who put on Bi Xia's makeup pointed to Qiu Zhen: "There is another one here."

"Come here... Isn't this a handsome guy? What are you hiding, he's even more handsome after putting on makeup."

Qiu Zhen was skeptical of this sentence.

Qiu Zhen kept his eyes closed and continued to toss about. When the makeup artist agreed, he didn't know whether it was a layer of skin that had faded or an extra layer of powder.

He asked Cheng Xiaoxiao to borrow a mirror, Cheng Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip and brought him a very small one from the drawer and said, "I'll give it to you."

After speaking, he lay down on the table and laughed.

Qiu Zhen didn't refuse when he saw the word "gift" pasted on the back of the mirror.The classroom was well lit, and he looked at himself in the mirror with two spots of plateau red on his cheeks, feeling hopeless.

Bi Xia finished his makeup too, so he went to see Bi Xia again, and finally decided that no matter how handsome his face could bear such makeup, he was so stupid.

There are too many noisy people in the classroom, and the boys are only wearing shirts. Before going out, the old class tells everyone to wear coats. It is cold at night.

Others wore school uniforms, but Qiuzheng wore suits.This time the question comes, how to tie the tie.

Bi Xia was called out by people from the student union, and Qiu Zhen grabbed someone casually and asked, "Hey, how do you tie the tie?"

Dong Jie was walking out with a chair when he was stopped by Qiu Zhen, who laughed when he heard the words: "Brother Qiu, are you kidding me? How can I know this. Why don't you ask girls if they know it?"

"I will."

As soon as Qi Jiale opened his mouth, Qiu Zhen stuffed the tie into his hand: "Then you come."

"Brother Qiu, lower your head, lower your head, you are too tall."

Qi Jiale sat in the third row, and Qiu Zhen sat in the last row. The height difference can be imagined.

2 minutes later……

"Would you know, my neck is almost broken."

"Okay, okay, it'll be fine soon."

Another 3 minutes passed.

"Fuck, okay, are you going to do it?"

"Haven't I been out of touch for a long time? When I think about it... Ah, I remembered, I really remembered."

"I'll give you 2 more minutes at most."

"No, just a minute."

This time Qi Jiale didn't lie to him, and it was tied after 1 minute.Qiu Zhen pinched the tie, although it was a bit ugly, but it was a knot anyway, let's make do with it.

"Is that so? Why does it look familiar to me?"

"Of course it looks familiar. This is how ties are tied." Qi Jiale said with affirmation.

"Really?" Dong Jie rubbed his head and still felt a little puzzled, but he decided not to dismantle the table at the same table.

When Bi Xia came back from talking with the people from the security department, he saw Qiu Zhen sitting on the seat, and his sitting posture was worth two to five to eighty thousand.

Probably because it was hot in the classroom, he insisted on unbuttoning a few shirt buttons while wearing a tie. He looked nondescript, but he was handsome. In other words, kind of wild.

The premise is to ignore the makeup on the face and the tie on the neck.

Bi Xia lowered his head after seeing clearly the knot in his tie.

Qiu Zhen felt something was wrong: "Are you smiling?"

Bi Xia raised his head, with a persistent smile in his eyes, nodded and admitted.

Qiuzheng was a bit grumpy at first, but his deskmate was so pretty, he couldn't get angry: "What are you laughing at?"

Bi Xia pointed to his tie: "Are you wearing a red scarf?"

"Qi Jiale! Don't you say you can?"

"Hahahahahaha, I just said why it looks so familiar."

Qi Jiale looked innocent: "Isn't the tie just like the red scarf?"

Bi Xia smiled so much that he put his hands on his forehead, he rarely let go of his smile like this, Qiu Zhen was a little helpless, and poked his face: "Stop laughing."

Bi Xia glanced at him, and the smile that had just stopped overflowed again.

"I said stop laughing."

Bi Xia didn't react yet, Qiu Zhen himself laughed with them.

"Fuck, what an idiot."