Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Qiu Zhen has been very serious about writing recently. Every afternoon, he writes a piece of red lined paper and shows it to his deskmate after finishing writing.

On the weekend, I got a copybook from Mr. Xia. This copybook is not like the one Bi Xia gave him. The publication date is very recent, but there is no tracing paper.

Mr. Xia said that if you want to write well, you can't just draw, you have to write.

...Qiu Zhen took the copybook with a serious face at that time, but put the copybook aside as soon as he arrived at school. He still liked Bi Xia's handwriting better and copied it according to him.

Bi Xia took the paper from him, although he still didn't see it by his standards, but compared with the words on Qiu Zhen's own homework, at least these words were all written correctly, not heaven.

The most basic thing to write is to be horizontal and vertical, but the word Qiuzhen likes to bend both vertically and horizontally.Bi Xia met his gaze begging for praise, and forced to circle two barely visible ones for him on the paper.

Qiu Zhen could see his reluctance, why didn't he feel like it?

"Let me tell you, I'm actually left-handed."

Bi Xia glanced at his left hand, and Qiu Zhen showed him a pen with his left hand in a decent manner.

"I used to write with my left hand. When I transferred from junior high school, I felt that the new school had a new start, so I used my right hand."

"..."

"Have you ever written with your left hand? It's the same feeling as my right hand. After writing for a year, I still can't get used to it."

Bi Xia looked indifferent, neither believing nor disbelieving: "Then write with your left hand."

Qiu Zhen really knew it, he picked up a pen and wrote two words casually, just like in the study that day, he wrote Bi Xia's name.

Bi Xia took the paper and compared it with the handwriting on his practice paper, and it really looked like it was written by two people.

They are ugly in their own way.

What did the left hand do wrong?

Qiu Zhen took the paper and tried to prove that the writing on the left hand was more beautiful than the right hand, but soon he was speechless.

Bi Xia suddenly grabbed his left hand and stroked it with his thumb.

Qiu Zhen was so shocked that he forgot to take back his hand and let him do whatever he wanted.

Bi Xia withdrew his hand, his expression indifferent, like a scumbag who lifts up his pants and refuses to recognize anyone.

"Lied to me."

It was only then that Qiu Zhen realized that Bi Xia was touching the middle finger, and most of the students' middle fingers had calluses left by holding pens all the year round, and the stuffing was exposed.

He changed the subject with a playful smile: "That's enough to look at, why did you touch it directly? Classmate, you are taking advantage of me by this behavior, do you know?"

what do you want?

Bi Xia didn't make a sound, but his eyes meant that, Qiu Zhen took the initiative to answer: "I want to touch it back."

Then he took Bi Xia's hand and touched it seriously.As soon as I touched it, I found that the hands at the same table were really beautiful, with slender fingers and well-defined joints, round and clean nails, and clean palm lines.

But the feeling of touching with a purpose is different from touching for the sake of touching. Touching and touching feels a little wrong. Qiu Zhen feels like a pervert who molested a little girl.

The little girl who was being molested was still calm, and the pervert was too much to bear, so Qiu Zhen let him go and said in embarrassment: "Okay."

It seems even weirder.

Bi Xia was not as indifferent as he showed, he withdrew his somewhat stiff hand and moved his fingers lightly.

In order to make the atmosphere less strange, Qiu Zhen began to chatter again: "I was really left-handed when I was young, but didn't my teacher know how to teach me to write with my left hand? She insisted on changing my right hand. Really, I can still hold chopsticks with my left hand now."

Bi Xia knew why his calligraphy was like this. No one taught him well when he was a child, and he didn't practice well, so of course it wouldn't look good.

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you what to eat tonight."

Qiu Zhen did what he said, and at dinner, he performed a left-handed noodle eating for Bi Xia. In order to prove that his left hand is very flexible, he also challenged the stewed egg again.

When he tremblingly picked up the marinated egg, Bi Xia hid back, but this time he succeeded.

So there was an extra marinated egg in Bi Xia's bowl.

"How? I'll just say I can."

"Ah."

Bi Xia responded perfunctorily and ate the marinated egg.

Qiuzheng: ...

This time he really just put on a show, how did the marinated eggs go to the bowl at the same table?

Forget it, it's not someone else anyway.

As he thought about it, there was an extra poached egg in the bowl.

Bi Xia likes to put the poached eggs under the noodles and eat them last. Generally speaking, the last ones are the ones he likes the most. Now the poached eggs are actually in his bowl.

The tablemate actually gave him his favorite poached egg!

Even though he exchanged it with marinated eggs, Qiu Zhen grinned happily all night. He didn't know why he was so happy, but he was happy anyway.

He was in a very happy mood until he returned to the dormitory, and then Lao Ban came.

Class teachers rarely come to student dormitories, and the old class only came at the beginning of the term. This time, they came here because the 419 internal affairs deductions were too serious.

The whole class deducted the most points from their dormitory, and they kept surpassing themselves to refresh the record of deducting points for a week, from deducting every week to every inspection, from every time someone failed to meet the standard to every time several people failed to meet the standard.

Others are advanced to drive the backward, and they have fallen together.

As soon as the old class entered the door, he saw several round quilts on the lower bunk on the head of the bed. The school's requirement is that the quilts have edges and corners. The inspection is not so strict, but it is obviously not up to standard.

Qiu Zhen's is the most exaggerated, other people's called Tuan, his called Tuo, it has no shape at all.

"Didn't a brother from the second year of high school come to teach you when you started military training? How did this quilt fold into such a virtue?"

Only Qi Jiale, Dong Jie, and Wei Xin were in the dormitory. Dong Jie and Qi Jiale came back late and happened to bump into the old class, and Wei Xin was sitting on the bed soaking his feet.

Lao Ban pointed to Qiu Zhen's bed and asked, "Whose is this? The school requires it to be folded into dried tofu, and he folded it like shredded tofu."

Qi Jiale suppressed a smile: "Brother Qiu."

The old class nodded: "I guess it's him too, and he's the one who deducted the most points. What about you? I remember you too, which bed?"

Qi Jiale pointed upwards, and Lao Ban stood a little farther away, but he still couldn't see the whole quilt, and it was not convenient for him to climb up to see it with his shoes on.

"Hiding in like this, do you know it's ugly?"

Qi Jiale nodded with a bitter face.

"You do have self-knowledge...You guys go to wash up first, and I'll hold a meeting for you when you come back."

Qiu Zhen knew that Lao Ban was in his dormitory in the bathroom, so he deliberately dawdled until the bell rang to enter the dormitory.

After the bell rang, everyone in 419 went back to the dormitory. The old class said what you should do, and I just said a few words.

"I usually only focus on your grades, and don't care much about internal affairs, but your dormitory is too exaggerated. Look at this quilt, especially Qiuzhen."

"Teacher, my quilt core is not original, it is rather slippery."

"You can't flatten the quilt cover? How do you sleep at night when the whole quilt core is huddled together?"

"Just shake before going to bed."

"Then give me a shake when you get up in the morning!"

"Tomorrow must shake!"

"Pay attention to yourselves. Housekeeping must be done well. At the end of the term, awards and awards must be based on personal assessment scores."

Before the old class left the dormitory, he seemed to mention something unintentionally: "I seem to have forgotten to tell you that next week it will be our class's turn to clean the toilets. At that time, priority will be given to those who have deducted points from the class assessment."

"what?!"

The people in the next room couldn't sit still, and the tragedy that happened in the seventh class of cleaning the toilets was still vivid in my mind. The words "cleaning the toilets" were very deterrent.

"What kind of priority method?"

"0.5 points a day, those who have deducted too many points will take the round first, and after the round is over, the normal arrangement will begin."

As soon as the old class left, they were all counting how many days they had to scan with their fingers, but the frequency was too much, almost every week, sometimes more than once.

Qi Jiale: "It's over, it's over, we won't have to live in the toilet, will we?"

"Isn't it?"

Saying that it's not enough, Qiu Zhen also felt a little worried: "Who remembers this thing? Let's go over tomorrow and ask how many points have been deducted."

The next day everyone folded the quilt very carefully. Qiuzheng's quilt core was not original, so it was indeed a little tricky, but he got up early and seized the opportunity, so he simply hung the quilt on the balcony.

Qiu Zhen praised his wit, and then went for a morning jog with his deskmate.

The dawn is getting later and later, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Most people have already changed their winter clothes, and Bi Xia changed today.

Qiu Zhen felt a little uncomfortable looking at him: "Why are you wearing winter clothes?"

"It's cooling down today."

"How cold can it be?"

Qiu Zhen didn't take it seriously, and shivered as soon as he stepped out of the dormitory: "So exaggerated?"

Bi Xia laughed: "Do you want to change?"

"Don't change it, don't change it, you won't be cold after running, and change it when you come back."

Qiu Zhen discovered that the breath he exhaled was actually white, so cold?Then what did he do to hang out the quilt early in the morning?Receive dew?

Speaking of quilts...

"Who has the deduction list for our class? The old class said that there will be statistics at the end of the semester. Who is keeping it?"

"Here I am."

"Aren't you the school committee, you still care about this?"

"I'll keep it after copying it."

"Oh, do you know how many points I deducted?"

"Seven points."

Qiu Zhen seemed to know some terrible news, his whole face was filled with rejection.

"how?"

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"..."

Seven points, fourteen days is already an established fact, Brother Qiu decided not to be entangled, and just strive for less deductions in the future.

However, Qi Jiale came over after lunch and told him that their dormitory deducted points again.

Qiu Zhen is very confident: "It's definitely not me."

"Today is Mr. Hu's inspection, it may be stricter."

"That's impossible. I hung out the quilt today. There's no quilt on the bed. What's the buckle?"

"It could be someone else, I hope it's not me."

"Where did you see it?"

"On the blackboard from the cafeteria, there was a feedback form from this morning's internal affairs inspection... No, I saw bed No. [-] written on it."

The third bed is Qiuzheng.

"Is it wrong?"

They all knew that there was almost no possibility of writing mistakes, so Qiu Zhen pushed at the same table: "Do you think the teacher has a grudge against me? I don't have a quilt on the bed today."

Bi Xia was a little strange, usually he didn't care about the deduction of points, why was he so persistent today?In the morning, I asked him who kept the assessment points, and now he is struggling with the point deduction.

Bi Xia didn't answer, Qiu Zhen talked to himself again.

"One yard is one yard. It's too dark to avenge your personal revenge. You said I can go to Director Gao and add it back for me?"

"Wait for the order."

Qiu Zhen thought about it too, no matter whether Mr. Hu was targeting him or not, he had to look at the deduction sheet first.

The deduction sheet was delivered to the classroom in the afternoon, and Bi Xia went up to copy it, and Qiu Zhen also followed in order to know it earlier.

The deduction item on the deduction sheet is not the quilt, but the bed sheet.

Their bed sheets were uniformly issued by the school, with vertical stripes, and the reason for the deduction was written: the stripes of the bed sheets were not parallel to the edge of the bed.

This tm is also okay?