Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Director Gao above was lecturing, and the old class below was handing out "salary slips." Those who didn't get the slips were laughing, but those who got them couldn't laugh.Most people do not do well in this test.

After Director Gao finished speaking, the old class turned off the TV, and the classroom fell into silence.Class [-] next door didn't know what they were doing, and there were applause and laughter from time to time.

Old Ban stood on the podium obviously looking like he had something to say, but he just didn't speak. The classroom was suffocatingly silent, and the students felt a little tormented sitting in their seats.

After 3 minutes, the old class spoke.

"I think just a few minutes ago, you should not just be in a daze, tell me what you thought? Zeng Menghan."

"I didn't focus on my studies, I failed the exam."

"Kang Ming."

"I didn't do well in English, I wasn't careful enough in math, physics..."

He analyzed the results of each subject, and the old class didn't interrupt him, just listened quietly, and called someone else when he finished speaking.

"Ding Qiming."

"Recently, the self-study class discipline is not very good."

Qiu Zhen let out a sneer, everyone else said he was the only one who had to drag the whole class.

"Bishia."

"The marking teacher pressured me to score."

The old class coughed lightly. He was the one who corrected Bi Xia's Chinese papers. He recognized the handwriting at a glance, and he was responsible for the scoring.

"puff--"

Others laughed softly and restrainedly, but only Qiu Zhen laughed recklessly.

"Qiu Zhen."

"I--"

"You were still looking in the mirror before the test, how much did you score in the Chinese test?"

"98."

"The full score is 98, [-] is a pass, and you take the test with [-]."

"I'm 140 nine in math."

"What about the average score in Chinese, Mathematics and English?"

Qiu Zhen didn't think about it, and the old class didn't really want to hear his average score, so he typed a few sentences and began to analyze the exam.

There are a lot of school activities recently, and the teacher is probably afraid that the students will play wild, and the papers are very difficult.

The old class's expression was very serious: "Our class is the third in the parallel class, do you want me to tell you how this third came to be?"

"Bi Xia pulled it up for you alone."

"Excluding the highest score, the average score of our class ranks eighth in the parallel class, and it was second last time."

"Do you know what the concept of eighth is? It's fourth from last."

Everyone lowered their heads and obediently listened to the training without saying a word.

Qiu Zhen tore a small piece of paper and handed it to Bi Xia: Please show me your transcript, college bully

Bi Xia handed him the report card, and Qiu Zhen handed over his as well.

Qiuzhen is good at science, especially mathematics, tied for the first place in his year.Physical chemistry is also much higher than the average score, and liberal arts is terrible.

On the other hand, Bi Xia ranked first in all subjects except mathematics.

"Although the test is not satisfactory this time, it is not the college entrance examination. We still have a chance. Everyone will write a mid-term summary and submit it this week."

Bi Xia looked at the 149 on Qiu Zhen's report card and was fascinated. He thought he spent no less time on mathematics than Qiu Zhen, but his grades were not as good as him.It's hard to say what talent is like. He can memorize every formula after reading a math textbook in two hours, but he can't use it flexibly when solving problems.

He has countless sample questions in his mind, but he always encounters different ones during the exam. For him, getting a perfect score in mathematics is no easier than in Chinese.

On Monday morning, the red report card was posted on the bulletin board of the first year of high school. Bi Xia was still the first, and he was the kind of first that was unmatched by the second.

His total score is 932, No.2 is in the second class, the total score is a very auspicious number: 888.

Last time, there were quite a few people with more than [-] in the test. This time, when the difficulty of the paper was raised, there was only one Bi Xia left. Perhaps this is the difference between a master and a god.

But the god of learning also has troubles.

Today's answer papers were handed out one after another. Bi Xia collected the papers by category, and then thought about the last math question.

He was not slow in doing the questions. He left five or 10 minutes for the last question in the examination room, but he still didn't think of the correct way to solve the problem.

This question was done by Qiu Zhen, and his points were deducted from the time, and he didn't have time to verify it, so he missed one wrong answer.

Qiu Zhen used the method taught by the teacher in the competition class. Bi Xia looked at his answer sheet and recalled the questions the teacher taught that day. Just looking at the questions and doing the two questions were not of the same type at all, but Qiu Zhen could think of this method.

"How did you come up with that?"

"I thought of it when I saw it."

Bi Xia lowered his eyes and sighed softly. In terms of mathematics, he is not as sensitive as Qiu Zhen.

As soon as Bi Xia sighed, Qiu Zhen reflected on whether what he said just now was a bit unworthy of a beating?

"I didn't mean you were stupid, how could you be stupid with so many firsts..."

Qiu Zhen explained clumsily, lest he think too much.

Bi Xia didn't think much, he was thinking about how to speak, he couldn't even speak to his parents let alone other people.

"……Taught me?"

"Ok?"

"math."

It is one thing to comfort someone, but it is another thing to take the opportunity to take Joe after knowing that the tablemate does not need comfort and asks for him.

Qiu Zhen leaned back in his chair, exuding the aura of "I am your elder brother".

"Call Brother, come and listen."

Bi Xia couldn't yell out, but in exchange he could teach Qiu Zhen something else: "I can save your handwriting."

Damn, can you speak other words again?

Qiu Zhen didn't know what was going on, the word ugly was a fact, but he felt uncomfortable when his deskmate said it, and in the end he not only said it, but also mentioned it over and over again.

Qiu Zhen got angry, and said with a stinky face, "Is there any end? Don't teach."

Bi Xia stopped talking.

Qiu Zhen realized later that he was serious.

He actually took it seriously?

Brother Qiu is not good enough for you!

How could you not want to help you? !

Qiuzhen was really angry.

When he was angry, he was sulking—and no one cared about him.Bi Xia's face was not good-looking, and he flipped through the English dictionary by himself.

Both of them exuded the aura of not getting close to strangers.

The students who came to Bi Xia to ask questions, and Qiu Zhen to chat and play, all retreated after seeing this posture.What's going on here?

During lunch, they walked out of the classroom one after the other. Bi Xia was in the front and Qiu Zhen was in the back. Qiu Zhen walked behind him all the way, and even lined up behind him in the food shopping line. Bi Xia never looked back.

Along the way, Qiu Zhen went from angry to helpless to relieved, and it would take his next life to ask his deskmate to apologize to him. If there is a conflict, someone must bow his head first. Brother Qiu has a lot of people, so let's bow his head first.

Speaking of which, he is a little older than Bi Xia, and the older brother always gives way to the younger brother.

When Bi Xia ordered food and left from the window, Qiu Zhen asked him what he was eating nonchalantly, but Bi Xia didn't seem to hear him, and kept walking.

Qiu Zhen felt that the matter was a bit tricky. He thought it was just a small conflict, which could be reconciled in two hours.

No one at the same table was stumbling, obviously his tablemate didn't think so.

How to do this?

He remembered that when his parents had conflicts, his father would deliberately pick things up and then let his mother scold him happily, as long as the anger subsides.

Want to try it?

But his tablemate is not someone who can quarrel at all, he can only fight coldly.

During the meal, Qiu Zhen sat opposite Bi Xia, and looked up at him from time to time, but Bi Xia didn't seem to see him, eating every bite of food very gracefully.

Qiu Zhen often eats with him, knowing that he actually prefers to use a spoon, usually when two people eat, he would take a spoon, but today there is no one?

There seems to be less rice than usual, which is a bit serious.

When Bi Xia got up with the plate, Qiu Zhen stuffed the rest of the meal into his mouth in two or three bites and followed, leaned over and said, "I'm sorry."

Bi Xia didn't seem to hear it and continued to wash his hands with his head down. He followed the seven-step hand washing method posted in the hospital, washing very meticulously.

Qiu Zhen suspected that he didn't hear clearly, and said again: "I'm sorry, I..."

"Ah."

Bi continued to bow his head and wash his hands, he just heard it, but didn't know what to say.

"I said angry words at that time."

"You care?"

Qiu Zhen was stunned for a while before he realized what he was saying: "I don't care that much, it's just..." I don't want you to say it.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that he had a bigger problem?Obviously the same table just told the truth, and didn't directly say that his handwriting is ugly, why did he have such a big reaction?

Why do you want to save face at the same table?

"what?"

"It's nothing, I'm having a convulsion."

The two returned to the classroom together without embarrassment, Qiuzheng looked at the same table from time to time on the road, as if he was not angry anymore.

Are they reconciled?

Back in the classroom, Bi Xia took a copybook from the back cupboard and gave it to Qiu Zhen. The font of the copybook is Xingkai, which is beautiful and unrestrained, the kind written by Bi Xia.

This copybook looks like it has been around for a while, the pages are a little yellowed, and it is not the red paper that is commonly seen in the market today, and the calligrapher's name on the cover is not familiar.

Qiu Zhen checked the publication time, and found that it was in 1992, which was much older than them.

"Heirloom?"

"No, I bought it from a used bookstall."

The image of Bi Xia squatting on an old bookstall and picking and buying books emerged in Qiu Zhen's mind. When he found the book he liked, he would smile unconsciously.

"Oh, but didn't Lao Ban say he wanted to practice regular script?"

That being said, Qiu Zhen didn't return the copybook to the tablemate.

Bi Xia learned to write from regular script when he was a child. At first, he followed Mr. Xia's instructions, and later he wrote it by himself. He really didn't have regular script copybooks, but he should have them at home.

"Go back and find a copy for you."

Qiu Zhen found that Bi Xia was very talkative now, if he didn't take the opportunity to ask for something, he wouldn't be Qiu Zhen.

"I want the kind you wrote."

"No."

"Then give me your practice paper. I think your writing is much better than the one on the copybook."

Bi Xia did not agree, but at noon he wrote three copybooks in order from easy to difficult.

During calligraphy practice after the lunch break, Qiu Zhen received a few pieces of graph paper.

Qiu Zhen was satisfied. Although Bi Xia didn't say I'm sorry, he had already done it in action.

He really takes soft things but not tough ones, and is very easy to talk to when he feels guilty.

There are five days a week when I practice calligraphy, and the old class asks me to pick the two most satisfactory ones and hand them in every Saturday, which can be regarded as Chinese homework.

The Chinese homework was the first classmate to receive it. Qiu Zhen usually passed the homework forward, but today he rarely stood up and took a few practice papers to pick and choose.

He walked to the front row before picking out the homework and handing it over.

Yu Yue looked at the two works he had chosen for a long time with complicated eyes, and said politely: "Brother Qiu, the two in your hand are better?"

Qiu Zhen: "These two? These are my tablemates."

"Oh, you help the school committee with homework. Put it on the table, Shu Qi will be back in a while, hey, did you write the name of the school committee?"

"No, he wrote it for me to copy."

Yu Yue:? ? ?

So what are you doing with it?Is it for a show?How good is it to show you your deskmate?

Gay in gay gas.

"Are you at the same table?"

Yu Yue looked back and saw that Bi Xia had also come to the front. He put down his homework and left without any intention of paying attention to him.

But she always felt a little strange, why the friendship of these straight men is always so imaginative?