Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Promising Qiu Zhen to give him a Christmas gift that day was just a stopgap measure, and Bi Xia knew what to say to achieve his goal the fastest.

The word has been spoken, the gift must be given.

He hasn't figured out what to give, he's never picked a gift for anyone.

Qiuzhen likes mathematics and often does Sudoku in magazines. You can order a set of mathematics magazines for him.It is now December, and the scheduled magazine is next year.

I can't send it out for Christmas, so I have to prepare something else.

Qiu Zhen didn't notice at all that his deskmate was observing his preferences recently. During the day, he studied and cleaned the toilet, and at night he went to rehearse dramas. He had a very fulfilling life these days.

As the old class said, cleaning too much is actually the same thing. After all, it is at school, and it is cleaned three times a day, which solves the problem of squatting and urinating. Generally, it is not dirty.

It's just a little bit of an occasional situation.

"Who the fuck is that wicked, throwing plastic bottles into the pit?"

Today is Qi Jiale cleaning the pits, Wei Xin mopping the floor, and Qiu Zhen in charge of the outside sink mirror.

Qi Jiale yelled, and they both came in. There was a Coke bottle lying on the bottom of the pit, it was still a miniature one, and it was easy to get down when the angle was right.

It's troublesome to go down, but it's easy to deal with if you don't go down. They use flat-nose pliers to clamp the bottle out and throw it into the trash can.But this is not over yet. Last time, the human tragedy during the cleaning of the seventh shift was caused by a plastic bottle, and this time it was a plastic bottle again.

"Let's tell Director Gao? Didn't he say he was caught and severely punished?"

Qiu Zhen vetoed it: "Look again, if it's really the same person, it should continue and catch the current situation."

"Okay, if we catch him, let's teach him a lesson first, what's wrong with him."

Qiu Zhen was noncommittal, but Qi Jiale just said that if he really wants to "teach others", he must be the one who looks out.

When cleaning at noon on Saturday, a plastic bottle was found again in the same location. This time they were unlucky. They found that the bottle had already entered the water pipe. They didn't know what kind of drink it was this time.

"Plastic bottles are not easy to hide. They must have been brought in directly. Ask who has seen them."

"It's probably not that easy to inquire about."

"If you can't find out, check the monitoring."

What Qiu Zhen said was categorical, but the inspection and surveillance must go through the school. Even if the school finds someone, they can only criticize it mildly. They can't really let the students dismantle the water pipes, right?

They all took a deep breath, and when they found this person, they must teach him a lesson so that his memory will improve.

but……

"Brother Qiu, how should we teach him a lesson?"

"Let him take it out himself."

Qi Jiale gave him a thumbs up, not violating the school rules but also teaching others, Brother Qiu is indeed a civilized person.

But before that, this hole can no longer be used, otherwise all kinds of solid and liquid mixtures will go down, and the tragedy of the seventh class will repeat itself again.

They sealed the door with clear glue and began investigating.

Finding the person who threw the bottle was easier than they imagined. This person is from Class [-], their deputy monitor, Ding Qiming.

Thinking of Bi Xia's matter, Qiu Zhen sneered, and settled the old and new grudges together.

It's inconvenient to be crowded at ordinary times, let's talk about it on Sunday.

In the physics competition class, the teacher was analyzing the papers on it, and Qiu Zhen was chatting with his deskmate.

"Are you going back at noon today?"

"No return."

"Oh, I have something to do at noon, you go to eat first."

"Do you need help?"

"No, don't be greedy."

Bi Xia's face turned cold in an instant, Qiu Zhen hurriedly made amends: "No, I didn't mean that, it's not a good thing, don't get involved."

Ding Qiming was a little inexplicable when he was blocked by three people in the classroom.

"Take a trip with us."

What he said sounds like there is no return, and of course Ding Qiming refused.

Qiu Zhen had carried too many people a few days ago, and he was very skilled in his business, so he directly grabbed his collar and took him to the toilet.

Ding Qiming was lifted off the ground by him, and he staggered forward, in a panic.

"Qiuzhen, don't think I'm afraid of you, I'll tell you if you do this again, I'll tell the teacher."

Qiu Zhen sneered: "What else do you do besides making small reports?"

They stopped at the door of the toilet, and three people blocked his retreat. Ding Qiming had an ominous premonition: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing? Sub-class, if you want others to know you have to do nothing, you should know what you have done, right?"

"I don't know, you guys are bullying on campus."

"We are campus bullies? What about you, throwing bottles into the toilet drain, what are you?"

"I do not have!"

Qiu Zhen turned his wrist: "Do you really want to pick up shit? We are all classmates. If we just say it directly, can we still stop you? Why are you so devious?"

Qiu Zhen looked careless, and his tone was very contemptuous. Ding Qiming was trembling with anger: "You are talking nonsense, I didn't!"

"You didn't? You didn't want to dig out the dung? Then what's your appeal for throwing the bottle?"

Ding Qiming was not fooled: "I didn't throw the bottle, you framed me."

Qi Jiale: "Stop making excuses, we have evidence."

"That means you guys conspired to frame me."

Qi Jiale was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves, Ding Qiming puffed up his chest and closed his eyes with a heroic look: "You fight."

"you!"

Wei Xin grabbed him from behind: "Don't be impulsive."

Qiu Zhen didn't bother to break up with him: "Do you think I'm discussing with you? Today you have to take out the bottle for me. Tomorrow Monday, you can file a complaint wherever you want, just go."

"You, you deceive people too much, I want to tell the teacher."

He told the teacher repeatedly, Qiu Zhen was amused by him: "I said, you go, but before that, you have to take out the bottle for me today."

They chose the time deliberately. There was almost no one in the teaching building when school was over at noon on Sunday. Ding Qiming had nowhere to ask for help and was blocked in the toilet. Qiu Zhen's attitude was very clear, either take out or stay here.

Wei Xin handed him flat-nose pliers, and Ding Qiming took it angrily: "Hurry up, we still have to eat."

As soon as he said this, both Qiu Zhen and Qi Jiale looked at him inexplicably, why did they say something like eating on this occasion?

The flat-nose pliers are used to pinch the toilet paper outside the trash can, and the length is limited. Ding Qiming tried it, but he couldn't reach it at all. His hand almost reached the drain, but he still couldn't reach it.

The three people beside him showed no intention of helping, so Ding Qiming threw the flat-nose pliers on the ground: "It's out of reach."

"Why don't you think about whether it is enough or not when you throw it?"

Qiu Zhen handed him a plastic bag: "If you can't reach it, you still have your hands. If you stretch it in, maybe you can keep enough."

"You are an insult to my personality!"

As he spoke, he actually cried.

The three of them were dumbfounded, what's going on?Can a big man cry when he says he wants to cry?

He cried with snot and tears, howling like a wild boar, as ugly as he could be, it hurt people's eyes.

"To shut up!"

Ding Qiming stopped howling and started sobbing, Qi Jiale was already scared stupid by him, Qiu Zhen was not so easy to soften his heart, Ding Qiming cried, he would only look down on him even more.

"Who do you think you are? How precious are tears? Let me tell you, today you..."

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice came from the door, all four of them looked up, it was Bi Xia.

For a moment, the four people in the toilet had different thoughts.

Qiu Zhen felt guilty: "Why are you here?"

Bi Xia looked indifferent: "Looking for you."

"Didn't I say I have something to do, do you want to eat first?"

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ding Qiming, he seemed to see a savior: "They bullied the few with more, trampled on my dignity, we are roommates, you won't just sit idly by?"

Qiu Zhen said coolly: "Yes, the roommate who made a small report."

But Bi Xia seemed to believe his words, turned his head and asked, "Why?"

Even Qiu Zhen admired him for his ability to keep his expression on that tearful face.

Qi Jiale was in a hurry: "Student committee, don't listen to his nonsense, he threw the plastic bottle into the pit, Brother Qiu asked him to take it out."

Bi Xia looked at Qiuzhen again: "Isn't it bad to pretend that you don't know? Waiting for the school to hire someone to repair it, and then criticize it publicly, what does it have to do with you."

His words showed his attitude, obviously not on Ding Qiming's side.

Ding Qiming looked resentful: "You are still the chairman of the student union, and you just let them bully your classmates like this?"

"Yes, I told the teacher that you bring your mobile phone, but you violated the school rules first. Did I do something wrong? I didn't expect you to be such a narrow-minded person."

Qi Jiale was shocked by his shameless attitude.

"Now you are the one who threw the bottle down. Is it wrong for us to ask you to pick it up?"

Ding Qiming thought he had seen through their intentions, and sneered, "Aren't you all just avenging him? I can see it, and they are colluding."

Bi Xia ignored him, but his expression turned colder: "Those who went out to eat should come back."

Ding Qiming said that other Qiu Zhen didn't take it seriously, and he still had a few words of sarcasm, but he said that Bi Xia just couldn't do it.

He lowered his face and raised his eyes to look at the person: "Do you really think that I can't do it? You can try to beep again?"

Qiu Zhen's face was very ugly, it seemed that he was really able to do it, Ding Qiming dared to fight with Qi Jiale when he rolled up his sleeves, but he didn't dare to say anything when it was Qiu Zhen.

With the support of the president of the student union, Qi Jiale gained a lot of confidence.

"Don't dawdle, are you thinking that we won't dare to wait until there are too many people? There is no teacher around in the afternoon. The more people there are, the more people will see you digging up shit here."

They were so numerous that Ding Qiming had no choice but to accept his fate. He tried again, and poured water into it carefully, hoping that the bottle would float, but the water pipe didn't just go in and out. use. "

What Qiuzheng just said about reaching out was unrealistic. If he really reached in, he couldn't operate the flat-nosed pliers.

"Would you like to find a wire?"

"Where can I find it?"

"Is the stadium mending the barbed wire and picking up a section to replace it?"

Qiu Zhen recalled for a while and said, "I'll go, you guys look after him."

Bi Xia glanced at him, and Qiu Zhen said you should go back to the classroom.

Bi Xia said, "I'll go to the warehouse to have a look."

The warehouse he was talking about was the student union warehouse.

"Farewell, everyone said you should stop meddling, and go to eat quickly."

Bi Xia took the initiative several times, but Qiu Zhen refused again and again, so he left directly.

Qiu Zhen sighed, the tablemate must be angry, and Ding Qiming was responsible for this.

Qiu Zhen went to the playground and saw that most of the barbed wire fences were almost repaired. The master probably just came back from lunch and was slowly mending the nets. go back.

Qiu Zheng looked at it for 2 minutes. He just put down the tool in his hand to smoke. Qiu Zhen looked at the few iron wires covered with rubber on the ground, which were twisted like twists and were still short. .

Before leaving, I did not forget to remind the master: "Uncle, I will lend you a wire."