Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

In the morning, the wake-up time was postponed, and there was another assembly to present awards. The morning reading time was reduced by half compared to usual. When Ms. Dong said the word dictation in English class, the whole classroom was dark.

But despite the pleas of her classmates, she finished reporting [-] word phrases. At first, Qiuzhen racked her brains to recall, but then she gave up struggling altogether.

He was a little bored watching Bi Xia's writing. Most people's dictation books would be folded in half, but Bi Xia didn't. He just wrote four words neatly in one line.

Qiu Zhen is someone who can write crooked lines on white paper. He has always been curious about the skill of sitting at the same table, and how he mastered it.

After finishing the dictation, Ms. Dong said without waiting for the last row of students to stand up and accept it: "Today's morning reading time is short, everyone is not prepared enough, so I will not accept it, and the classmates at the same table will change each other."

"After changing the grades, the students will consolidate on their own, and the progress cannot be missed. I will report some of today's words when I dictate next time."

Qiu Zhen and Bi Xia exchanged dictation books, and Bi Xia's correction was easy, Qiu Zhen knew that he could score full marks with his eyes closed.

Qiuzheng's is also very easy to correct, the serial number is not even written after the tenth, and there are very few complete words written on it, others count as negative points, but he has to count as positive points.

"Cough cough cough..."

Bi Xia stopped his scoring hand and looked at his deskmate. Qiu Zhen originally wanted to say that he was merciful, but felt that it was meaningless to deceive himself, so he changed his words: "Lend me your dictation book, and I will correct it."

"Ah."

They had finished correcting, but the other students hadn't. Qiu Zhen held Bi Xia's notebook and admired the English calligraphy at the same table.

Bi Xia saw that he had no intention of returning the notebook to him for the time being, so he simply completed the dictation for him with a blue ink pen from memory.

Brother Qiu was a little happy and a little excited, so that this class was extra positive.

After class, Qiu Zhen posted the chorus certificate next to the certificate from the last sports meeting.

There was also a special prize in the third year of senior high school this year, but there was only one first prize in the first year of senior high school, and the second prize was given to Class [-], which is not bad.

The second prize is not as good as the first prize, and everyone said that they would avenge their shame at the New Year's Eve party.

The old class is never in a hurry to go to class, and I will chat with them from time to time, and today is the same, as soon as I come in, I ask everyone if they are happy.

The students answered in a long tone: "Happy——"

"I'm happy to have a good rest this week. The mid-term exam will be next, and there will be a parent meeting after the exam. Some students may not be able to go home for several weeks."

After he said this, no one would be happy. When the old class signed the list of detentions, he found that there were more people staying in school this week than usual, more than [-] people, nearly half.

The purpose of staying in school is to concentrate on reviewing. Although there are many people this week, the discipline is not bad.Qiu Zheng maintained discipline on the podium, feeling a bit bored.

I'm going to have a competition class tomorrow, I haven't finished my homework for last week's competition, and I haven't finished my weekend homework this week, but it's just boring.

The blackboard groove is cleaned three times a day by the students on duty. There is no dust and no chalk ends. Qiu Zhen took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box, broke off a short section, aimed it, and fired it.

Qiu Zheng’s three-point shot was quite accurate, but he didn’t throw the chalk very well. He didn’t grasp the strength well, and the small piece of chalk flew directly across the entire classroom to the back blackboard, leaving a small white spot on it. Then fell to the ground.

Bi Xia didn't even give him a look.

Unwilling to give up, Qiu Zheng folded off the second piece of chalk and prepared to do it again.

Bi Xia suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the podium. Qiu Zhen was unprepared, caught by him, and then grinned at him, but he didn't intend to stop the movement of his hands.

Bi Xia picked up the homework book and shook the cover at him.

Qiu Zhen was honest.Recognizing the reality, the same table is the capital for him to be able to play boringly without worrying about endless homework, and he cannot be offended.

In order to please his tablemate Qiu Zhen, he ordered takeaway to invite him to lunch.

Qiuzheng also has a phone card. Unlike Bi Xia, his phone card is used to make takeaway calls.

No matter what study materials he put away, he found a folder for the colorful takeout list, and stuffed the phone card in it.

The ringing of the bell on weekends is the same as that of normal classes. Now it is winter time, and the second class in the morning is also practiced between classes, which takes a long time.Qiu Zhen took out his stack of takeaway orders and asked Bi Xia, "What do you want to eat? Brother Qiu treats you at noon."

Bi Xia rejected his stack of takeaway orders: "Canteen."

"Is there anything to eat in the cafeteria on weekends?"

"The third floor."

"Occasionally change the taste, I remember you like to eat egg tarts, how about kfc?"

Qiu Zhen made up his mind to order takeaway, and he wanted to bring Bi Xia with him, so he simply didn't express his opinion, and if he didn't speak, Qiu Zhen would just take him as his acquiescence.

"Do you want to eat chicken rolls?"

"Where are the fries?"

"Would you like to buy a family bucket?"

"And a box of egg tarts."

"Coke is the only drink? Don't you like it? How about hot milk?"

Qiuzhen ordered the meal according to Bi Xia's default.

He tore off a small piece of paper from the draft paper and wrote down the main points on it, then went out and made a phone call, specifically ordering that it must be delivered by [-]:[-].

After class, Qiu Zhen dragged Bi Xia to the school gate, and the school didn't grab takeout on Sundays.

Qiu Zhen and the younger brother in uniform completed the transaction, brought back a white plastic bag with a red grandfather printed on it, and then took the same table to the small pavilion, spending the lunch time for the two of them very cleanly.

The exam room for the midterm exam was scheduled to come out on Monday, so Qiu Zheng immediately went to find the names of himself and his deskmate, but they were not in the same exam room.

But they are all in the teaching building, that is to say, in the same study room.

Every time the cleaning is done, half of the class will participate. This time, they have nothing to do, so they can leave early.

The seats in the classroom were arranged by the cleaners, and after dinner, Qiu Zhen found that he could not find his own seat when he returned to the classroom.

Bi Xia's seat was in their original position without much movement, but Qiu Zhen's desk was moved to the front row by someone.

I don't know how Qiu Zhen communicated, but when Bi Xia sat on the seat and flipped through the math textbook, the same table had become the front seat.

Changing his position, Qiu Zhen discovered a new joy. He took out the mirror he had used during the chorus before, and began to observe his deskmate.

Originally, what he saw most from his angle was Bi Xia's side face, but today he saw the front face with his head slightly lowered.

How do you say that? 360-degree beauty without dead angle.

Tomorrow the first subject is the Chinese test. The old class is waiting in the office to answer questions, but there are not many classmates looking for him, so he just came to the classroom by himself, and found that Qiu was playing with a small mirror for at least 3 minutes.

He walked over and tapped Qiuzheng's desk lightly: "Looks good?"

Qiu Zhen casually responded with a hmm, and then realized: "It's not—"

The old class took the mirror from him and said earnestly: "Men don't pay too much attention to appearance, what's more important is bearing, look at your deskmate, you will be different from others when you stand there..."

What I saw was my deskmate.

The episode passed quickly, and Qiu Zhen thought about his disastrous Chinese scores in the last exam, so he took out his textbook and copied ancient poems.

No. [-] Middle School places great emphasis on exam discipline, and will never condone cheating if found.

But when the review is hopeless, some people will always want to go astray. When class is over, Wei Xin comes to Qiu Zhen with a stack of "cheat sheets" to discuss with him how to cheat.

He also listed plans one, two, three, four, five, one by one, Qiu Zhen found it very interesting, and listened with relish until he heard the sound of his deskmate closing the pen cap behind him.

The inexplicable desire to survive made him straighten his back and said righteously: "No, in order to test our real level during the exam, is it interesting to deceive ourselves like this? Can we still copy the college entrance examination?"

"Little Fatty, listen to my brother's advice, let's not deal with these evil ways."

Wei Xin was taken aback by him, and looked behind him. There is no teacher, brother Qiu's attitude has changed too quickly, right?

But cheating is really bad, and he came to Qiuzheng because he didn't know what to do.

He knew that Brother Qiu would not make small reports even if he disagreed. Since he also felt that this was not good, Wei Xin dismissed the idea. He didn't want to fight alone.

He gritted his teeth and threw the cheat sheet into the trash can, out of sight.

It was picked up from the trash can within two seconds.

Qiu Zhen sent people away, turned around and wanted to claim credit from his deskmate, but found that Bi Xia had left his seat at some point.

But Wei Xin came back again.

"Brother Qiu, what about the cheat sheet?"

"It's called a cheat sheet in the exam room, but now it's just a review material, so do what you like."

"No, it wouldn't be good if someone misunderstood... Well, actually, I'm reluctant to throw it away, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist the temptation..."

Qiu Zhen decided that good people will do it to the end, and everyone is responsible for rescuing the lost lamb, so he took them to the toilet.

Wei Xin knew what he meant, and was a little reluctant: "Brother Qiu, this is not good, we can't blaspheme knowledge like this."

Qiu Zhen was impatient: "Knowledge is in your mind, not in shi."

Then, ignoring the pain on his face, he grabbed it and threw it into the pit.There was a bit too much paper, so I didn't flush it all at once, and Qiu Zhen pressed it twice more.

"You have the nerve to call this big stack a cheat sheet?"

After throwing it away, Wei Xin heaved a sigh of relief, touched his head and smiled, a little embarrassed.

On the second day of the exam, a hole in the men's toilet on the second floor was blocked, and the sewage was almost overflowing the pipes.

The first ones to be discovered were the classmates who cleaned the toilets in Class [-], and they took some measures for this.

During these two days of exams, there were people from Class [-] in each exam room. After one afternoon, the whole story spread throughout the first year of high school.

It is said that someone who cleaned the toilet at noon came up with a bad idea, saying that if the sewer is blocked, you can flush it with hot water.

So they took hot water for practice. The moment the hot water went down, an indescribable smell rose up.The students in the toilet seemed to see the color of the doomsday—the yellow color of excrement. One by one, they rushed to the corridor to breathe at the speed of escape, holding toilet brushes that were still dripping.

The stinks come and go, and the toilet still needs to be cleaned. A few people finally went in to check the situation wearing three-layer masks, and found that they went down a basin of hot water.

As soon as the door of that pit is sealed with transparent glue, let alone one point deducted, it doesn't matter!

So for the next half a day, the stairs on the east side of the teaching building, which should have been relatively empty, were overcrowded.

Qiu Zhen knew the whole story from Qi Jiale, and he was so disgusted that he went to the toilet on the first floor, and he had to bring his deskmate with him every time, for fear that he would not be able to experience the pool of biochemical weapons.

"Let me tell you, don't look at the smell outside now, you will know when you go in..."

"To shut up."

The smell dissipated the next day, and except for the sealed door, the men's room was no different from usual.It is said that Class [-] has already applied for repairs. It is not known when it will be repaired. For most people, this matter is over.

Wei Xin came to Qiu Zhen with a sad face, and whispered like a thief: "Brother Qiu, it must be blocked by the thrown paper?"

"How is that possible? It's just a few pieces of paper, which will soften after soaking in water."

Wei Xin was still worried, frowning; "Brother Qiu, do you think there will be paper in the pipe when you open it?"

Qiuzhen couldn't stand him anymore.

"Who the hell is so boring to study what's in the shit!"

Bi Xia's hands that turned the pages of the book paused, and the pages in his hands trembled slightly.

The master who dredged the pipes on Saturday came to take a look and said that the problem was rather difficult and had to be solved from downstairs.During the school period, there are many people in the school, and the frequency of toilet use is also high. It is not convenient to repair, so we can only wait for Sunday to deal with it.

So on Sunday, the senior director who returned to school took up the time for the week's summary. After the leader of the week had finished speaking, he sat there with a solemn face.

Everyone thought that someone was cheating in the exam, and the atmosphere was very solemn for a while.

Then Director Gao talked about the blockage of the toilet. Director Gao said that someone threw a plastic bottle into the toilet blockage this time.

Director Gao also said: "Whoever throws plastic bottles into the toilet and I catch them, we don't want you to pay for repairs. You can help the master who dredged the pipes, and experience how hard it is for others."