Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The students liked their program, but the leader didn't. The final score of Class [-] was not high, and they didn't make it to the finals.

...

Back in the classroom, everyone was a little disappointed and complained that the judges were old-fashioned.

The old class comforted them: "It's okay, I knew you wouldn't be able to enter this show when I saw it, the most important thing is to participate, you just have to have fun."

There was a burst of wailing in the classroom, blaming him for not speaking earlier, the old class smiled and waited for them to say enough before saying: "If you haven't entered, just study hard, the final exam is not far away, the exam room is the most important battlefield for you."

We still have some regrets.

"Fight again next year!"

"There is no next year, next year will be divided into classes, and the eighth class will be gone."

"Who said, as long as we stay together, Class [-] will always be there."

"Yes, as long as we are here!"

Qiu Zhen was finally able to open the gift. The gift box was beautifully wrapped with a bow tied on the outside. Qiu Zhen carefully opened it and found a bottle of perfume.

He unscrewed the lid and smelled it, but Bi Xia couldn't stop him, the strong aroma came to his nostrils, Qiu Zhen covered his nose and leaned back, after a long delay: "What's the smell?"

Bi Xia: ...

This perfume was the kind he sprinkled on his closet, and he thought Qiu Zhen would like it.

He hesitated: "You don't like it?"

"Nothing!" Qiu Zhen held the perfume for fear that he would take it back: "The smell is so strong that I didn't smell it all at once."

He took out the method of smelling chemical reagents, and slapped the mouth of the bottle twice, but this time he smelled it, a little familiar.

"Have you ever used it? Why do I feel like I've smelled it somewhere?"

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen looked very happy, but he didn't go home this week, Apple still ordered takeaway from the fruit shop, and he didn't prepare any gifts.

He thought for a while and took out a string of necklaces from his clothes. The chain was a very rough black rope, and the pendant was a wolf tooth and a silver ornament.

Qiu Zhen was a little embarrassed: "I didn't prepare a gift. I bought this when I went on a trip. I haven't worn it for a long time. Is it for you?"

Bi Xia looked at him, then at the necklace in his hand that was still warm, and lowered his eyes without saying a word.

It is not equivalent, and a little more has to be added.

When he really used it, the perfume actually smelled very light. Qiu Zhen sprayed a little on his clothes, and the faint woody aroma surrounded him all the time. Qiu Zhen had the illusion that he was surrounded by his desk mates wherever he went.

There was still a package on his table, and Qi Jiale happened to see it when he came in from the back door, and asked casually, "Brother Qiu, you are unwrapping presents, perfume, which girl gave it to you?"

"I'm at the same table."

At the same time, Bi Xia glanced at him flatly: "Me."

Qi Jiale: ...

Sending perfume between brothers?Play or you will play.

On Christmas, there is a strong festive atmosphere on the street, but the school is no different from usual, the class is still in class, but this day the old class brought a lot of greeting cards from the office.

Old Ban didn't keep their letters, and handed them to them when they got them back. However, there are a lot of greeting cards these days, so he saved them up until Christmas to give them together.

When Lao Ban gave Qiu Zhen a stack of greeting cards, he also said: "The young man is very popular."

Qiuzheng: ...

He never wrote greeting cards, and he didn't know where so many people wrote postcards to him.

Bi Xia also received quite a few postcards. These postcards were not signed, and they all used the same kind of stamps. The ones sold in the reception room recently should be from classmates.

There was also a letter from abroad.

Qiu Zhen accidentally glanced at the letter while he was reading it, it was all in English.

"You still have pen pals?"

"friend."

In the evening, as soon as the old class arrived in the classroom, he called Ding Qiming to go out. He didn't know what he said, and after a while he called Qiuzhen again.

"Where are you at the same table?"

"The student union has something to do. He can't ask for leave without you."

"In the administration building?"

"should be."

"You come out with me."

Along the way, Lao Ban didn't speak any more, and took them both to the administrative building. Qiu Zhen saw how long Ding Qiming knew what was going on.

It was nothing more than feeling that the old class couldn't make decisions for him and went to the school leader, how wronged he was.

This was Qiu Zheng's first visit to the principal's office. The office was very spacious. The principal asked them to sit down on the sofa and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

It's tea, not water, made from that kind of purple sand pot.

"Didn't you mean the three classmates? What about the other one?"

"Downstairs, I'm going to call?"

The principal nodded to let him go. After Qiu Zheng left, the principal continued to make tea without saying anything.

He called Lao Ban, and he was very clear about the situation, and there was no problem with Lao Ban's handling.

But with Ding Qiming's personality, if he was not satisfied with the handling of the class teacher, he would go to the principal's office. If the principal didn't respond, he didn't know what else he would do.

So the principal chose to call them over to adjust.

Just like the old class, the principal wanted them all to tell the story. Compared with the last time, Ding Qiming made himself more innocent this time, and even dropped the bottle accidentally.

Qiu Zhen was very annoyed when he kept looking for trouble again and again, and he was not polite at all: "Can you show your face? If you dare to file a complaint and dare not admit your mistake, if you accidentally fell, you have the nerve to say so? Then tell me what you brought." Why do you put a bottle in it to save water resources? If the water is not enough, you have to take it out and recycle it again?"

Ding Qiming was trembling with anger, pointing at Qiuzheng you for a long time, speechless.

The headmaster's expression remained unchanged: "I have already understood the situation. Since Student Ding wrote to me, he should hope that I will deal with it. My preliminary decision is this. Listen to see if you have any objections."

"Student Ding Qiming will throw the bottle into the sewer, but since he has already solved the problem under the supervision of his classmates, he will not be punished this time."

He characterized Qiu Zhen's behavior as urging his classmates to correct their mistakes. Ding Qiming was a little dissatisfied, but the principal immediately said: "Student Qiu Zhen destroyed school property and wrote an [-]-word self-criticism, and hand it over to me before Friday."

He punished Qiu Zheng in another blameless way, and neither Ding Qiming nor Qiu Zhen had anything to say.

The principal turned his attention to Bi Xia again: "As the class committee member and the chairman of the student union, Bi Xia failed to adjust the conflicts among the students and deducted a week's salary."

The members of the presidium of the student union all have a letter of appointment and a salary. The salary is paid in the form of a scholarship, which is very low. The president is only 30 a year, and more than [-] a week.

After he finished speaking, he asked them again: "Do you have any objections?"

All three shook their heads.

The principal took out three scrolled scrolls from the desk and handed them one by one.

"open to take a look."

After thinking twice, Qiu Zhen took a look at it, put it away and said thank you principal.

What I thought in my heart was, I heard that Principal Wang is Mr. Xia's student, so he can be regarded as his senior brother. Are all his teachers good at writing?

Ding Qiming glanced at the one in his hand, his face flushed red: Be strict with yourself and be lenient with others.

What Bi Xia has in hand is: the clever work hard and the wise worry

The ingenious work hard, the wise worry, the incompetent have nothing to ask for, they travel when they are full, like a boat that is not tied.

He is a little innocent in this matter, but the chairman of the student union has the responsibility to mediate the conflicts among the students.

After reading Qiu Zhen's review, the principal posted it on the bulletin board. The reason for his review was simply destroying school property.

So everyone who saw it knew that Qiu Zhen wrote a self-criticism because of vandalism, but he didn't know anything else--Qiu Zhen's words need to be carefully deciphered even if they are well written, let alone deliberately perfunctory, he still wrote them on white paper, that word is heaven The ones that go up to the sky and the ones that go into the ground are as uneven as a dog has chewed through.

After Qiu Zhen finished writing, he made his deskmate slap his eyes. Bi Xia glanced at it and said that the principal would not read it, and then wrote him two words.

……

In any case, those who should be punished have been punished, and this matter is over.

Ding Qiming's failure to live there is his own business, neither Qiu Zhen nor Bi Xia is someone who would care about such things.

The class is so big, and the reason and consequences of their going to the principal's office spread the next day. Everyone has a tacit understanding. If you don't mention this matter on the surface, only you know what you think in your heart.

The student union will have a program at the New Year's Eve party. This matter is mainly led by the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment. Bi Xia, as the chairman of the student union, will also go to check it out. In addition, there are logistics related matters of the party that need to be arranged.

In the past few days, he has been finishing his homework after class and seeing no one at night.

Qiu Zhen was a little bored after finishing his homework, so he took out the graph paper and started to practice calligraphy.

Bi Xia would write him a few sheets every day. He practiced hard and made great progress. When he wrote well, he could at least make his handwriting clear.

Class [-] didn't make it to the finals, so they didn't have anything to do on the New Year's Eve party, just move a chair and sit under it, and some people quietly brought snacks into the arena.

The weather was cold, and the party was held in the gymnasium. There were three grades, and the venue was a bit crowded. There was only so much space in each class. The legs of the students in the back row were almost placed under the chairs of the students in the front row. Qiu Zhen sat in the seat. Can't move.

After a while he couldn't take it anymore, he forced his way out of the crowd to get out of his seat.When he asked the old class for leave, he said to go to the bathroom, and then he didn't go back all night.

Bi Xia had a special seat in the front row, and Qiu Zhen moved a small bench from somewhere to sit beside Bi Xia, and everyone passing by would look at him several times.

Bi Xia looked at the stage with a calm expression, and after a while, when scoring, he handed a note to the person who came to collect the list: "It's troublesome."

The girl glanced at Qiu Zhen when she left, and after a while, a boy moved over with a chair, not the chairs brought from the meeting room like Bi Xia and the others, but the kind used in classrooms, for example The small bench that Qiuzheng is sitting on now is much more comfortable.

Qiu Zhen was not polite at all, and handed over the small bench in his hand: "Thank you, classmate."

Qiu Zhen changed the chair and it was very comfortable. Leaning on the back of the chair which was not too high, he relaxed a lot, and sighed: "One person can ascend to the sky after attaining enlightenment."

Bi Xia turned his head to look at him: "Are you a chicken or a dog?"

When the Secretary-General came to look for Bi Xia, he happened to hear it, and said casually: "What is a chicken or a dog? Marry a chicken as a chicken, marry a dog as a dog?"

Qiu Zhen slapped his legs with a smile, Bi Xia glanced at her, she felt a little cold for no reason, with the president's eyes, wouldn't he want to wear small shoes for her?