Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Bi Xia didn't just talk about it. He first read the textbook carefully, then the homework book, and asked his classmates to borrow it for practice.

As far as he is concerned, there is no point. It is not difficult to memorize all the contents in the textbook.

The old class found that there were a lot of people who stayed in school this week, almost the whole class stayed.

But he didn't think too much about it, he just thought that the midterm exam gave them a lot of stimulation, young people held their breath and wanted to kill them, students love to study, and every teacher likes it.

He didn't know that on Saturday night, everyone waited for the discipline-checking teacher to come and finish the roll call, then closed the classroom door and began to listen to the bully draw the key points.

Bi Xia sat on the podium holding the textbook, and spoke from the front to the back in order. He roughly divided the knowledge points into three parts according to the difficulty of the teacher's test paper, basic, improvement and score.His voice barely fluctuates, he speaks quickly and clearly, and he only says everything once.

In the time for two evening self-study sessions, there is still more than half an hour left to finish the key points of the three courses.

After Bi Xia finished speaking, he stepped down and didn't stay much longer.On the seat, Qiu Zhen held two pens in his hands, bowing left and right, and the textbooks were full of blue and red lines.

"Can't remember, too much politics, right?"

"Split the back according to the target."

Qiu Zhen roughly flipped through the textbook, and found that even if he just wanted to pass the exam, he had to memorize a lot of things. He lay down on the table, like a salted fish that had lost his dream.

Studying is one's own business, and in the end it depends on oneself, but Bi Xia always has to be more patient with her deskmate: "There are many multiple-choice questions on the knowledge points of the compulsory one, and the score distribution of the final exam is likely to be five or five, or even □□. Mostly just understanding memory.”

"What about geography?"

"Don't memorize, understand."

Without waiting for him to ask again, Bi Xia continued: "History must be memorized."

"Oh."

Qiu Zhen lay back on his stomach again.

Although the moon is not round tonight, it is very bright. Qiuzheng is lying on the table. From his angle, he can just see the moon hanging on the treetops from the window. With his face on the table, his voice is a little vague: "You will Will you choose liberal arts?"

"how?"

"It's okay." Qiu Zhen scratched his head a little irritably, and then began to read the textbook: "Make sure."

In the sophomore year of high school, Bi Xia will definitely enter the top class regardless of liberal arts and science, but for him, the three majors of liberal arts and comprehensive studies can drag him to death.

The final exam is approaching, and the competition class is also suspended.One extra morning is just for review.

Qiu Zhen had never read a book so seriously before, he read down by himself, and asked his deskmate from time to time, and saw the afternoon, Bi Xia did not go home, and accompanied him to sort out all the knowledge points.

The class in the afternoon was very lively, and the students returning home made a clear division of labor in the group and then sorted out all the key points of Bi Xia's plans into electronic manuscripts, and Cheng Xiaoxiao finally printed and brought them with the class fee, and everyone had a copy.

Bi Xia also has.

In the last week of Qiuzheng's final semester, he spent a lot of time studying and forgetting to eat and drink. Politics was originally his most troublesome subject, but this time he actually wrote all the subjective questions.

As soon as the papers were handed in, Qiu Zhen couldn't wait to go back to the classroom, and wanted to share his joy with his deskmate. He happened to run into the head teacher who was invigilating next door and had just collected the papers.

Qiu Zhen waved his hand and greeted loudly: "Hello, old class."

The old class responded with a smile: "Did you do well in the exam?"

Qiu Zhen was very modest: "I don't have a perfect score, 99."

"Your deskmate said 99, I still believe it, if you can get 99 in politics, you don't need 99, [-], I won't assign winter homework."

"Talk what you say."

"of course."

Qiu Zhen said 99, but his heart was still a little empty, so he hurried to match up with Bi Xia while he still remembered the answer, and roughly estimated whether it would be [-] or not.

The correct answer after the test will be despised, but Qiuzhen's situation is a bit different. His grades are also related to the winter vacation homework of the whole class.

This exam is a more formal joint exam, and the test papers are also collected. Everyone helped to recall the questions together, trying to restore the whole set of test questions for him.

But what if Qiu Zhenzai lost points on the question of sending points?Everyone dared not have any illusions about Brother Qiu's achievements in liberal arts.

A group of people thought for a long time and there were still four multiple-choice questions missing. Qiu Zhen slapped the table and said, "Don't think about it, my deskmate will definitely remember it."

Sure enough, Bi Xia remembered that he had just been called by the teacher to move the papers, and when he came back, he was dragged by Qiu Zhen to ask political questions.

He glanced at the questions they sorted out, and reported the remaining four questions, and gave the answers by the way.

Qiu Zhen asked him subjective questions again, and then calculated the approximate score, which was almost ninety, depending on how the teacher corrected it.

After the three-day final exam, Bi Xia is already a god-like existence in the eyes of the eighth class.

It used to be the most elusive god in the next year, but now it is the god who shrouds the earth with brilliance.

It is different to say that Xueba is different. They all have their own way of learning, and they have followed suit.80.00% of the questions on the papers can be answered in the materials compiled by their class.

After all, it is a liberal arts, and the reference answers to subjective questions cannot avoid the words "just make sense", 80.00% is basically all.

The day after the exam happens to be Friday, and I will go home after school, but this is not a winter vacation, and I will come to school for four days to make up lessons next week.

The results came out on Sunday. Everyone always has a strange way to know the results. Some students posted a sentence in the class group: Brother Qiu is ninety!

There is no winter homework for Chinese!

The news in the group was swiped quickly, and the screen was full of congratulations, Brother Qiu!

During the winter vacation, there were two essays to be written, which were arranged directly by the school. With these two essays, there was no Chinese homework for the whole year, and it had nothing to do with Qiuzhen's score.

But Bi Xia didn't say anything, so let them be happy for a while.

After the report card was issued, Qiu Zhen used a pen and paper to calculate the distance between him and the top class.

There are four top classes, three for science and one for liberal arts. There are about 50 students in each class for science, and slightly more for liberal arts, but it will not exceed [-].

He has to get his total score into the top quarter of the year group to have any hope, and the basis for class placement is several exams in the next semester.

He doesn't care what class he's in, he just wants to be closer to Bi Xia, with Bi Xia's character, they've been together for so long, so he's willing to take him as a friend, if he's not in the same class...

Qiu Zhen shook his head, there is no need to make these assumptions, just work hard together.

This time, several high schools in the county took part in the entrance examination, and the marking was also disrupted by the teachers of several schools. Usually, the teachers of No. [-] Middle School were very ruthless in correcting the papers, but this time they perfectly integrated into the group of teachers from other schools.

The students of No. [-] Middle School obviously felt that their grades were much better than before, and Qiu Zhen's grades were better than expected, not to mention Bi Xia.

After the annual final entrance exam, the county newspaper will also publish the top [-] results in the county.

Among the 97 students, 1 were in No. [-], which is normal. The name No. [-] was not for nothing, but the result of No.[-] was so good that one wondered if there was a mistake in the scoring.

The eight courses of the joint entrance examination are all based on a 790-point system, with a full score of [-]. Bi Xia took the exam with [-]-[-].

He finally got full marks in Chinese and Mathematics. When he got the report card, he smiled. It was the first time Qiu Zhen saw him smile because of his grades. It was a bit strange: "I thought you were used to it."

"Thank you."

"What are you thanking me for? I also thank you, you gave me at least thirty points."

While talking, Qiu Zhen gave him a three: "As for you, shouldn't you get a full score in the exam?"

As soon as Bi Xia's grades were published in the newspaper, a tutoring agency came to his door. I don't know how that person got in, and he accurately identified Bi Xia in the crowd.He came up and said that he paid Bi Xia to go to their class, not tutoring, but tutoring junior high school students.

Thirty thousand a year, once a week, is a lot for a high school student.

But Bi Xia refused.

Unwilling to give up, he chased after him and continued talking, Qiu Zhen took a step forward and stood between Bi Xia and him: "He won't go."

The man turned his mind on Qiu Zhen again: "You are classmates, right? You can come together."

Qiuzheng: ...

All the people who take the senior high school entrance examination want to go to the No. [-] Middle School. The student tutoring in the No. [-] Middle School is indeed a living sign, but there are so many good grades in the No. [-] Middle School, so few really go. The gain outweighs the loss.

Qiu Zhen said to him seriously: "You may not know that as a top student, you have to study until midnight every day, and of course you have to study on weekends. There is no time."

Bi Xia glanced at him, the schedule in the school was very accurate, and the lights were turned off on time every night, so how could they study until midnight.

While sighing in response, the man still didn't give up: "I don't have time to come to class, so it's okay to give a lecture to share learning experience."

Bi Xia's result is really beautiful, he is not willing to give up.

Bi Xia's tone of voice has not changed, it is still the same two words: "Don't go"

"Two thousand, two thousand once, plus a commission, how about adding one hundred for one registration on the spot?"

He stretched out his hand to pull people away, but Qiu Zhen blocked him: "If you don't say it, you're almost done."

If they don't eat oil and salt, that person can't do anything about it.

"Then leave a contact information. If you change your mind, you can contact me at any time, or if you have a classmate who wants to come, you can ask him to contact me."

He slipped a business card over.

The security guard over there searched for a long time and finally chased after him: "What are you doing? Don't you know that irrelevant personnel are not allowed to enter the school?"

The man smiled and walked away with the security guard.

Qiu Zhen looked at his back and said casually: "I've seen someone who accepts students to make money, but it's the first time I've seen someone who looks crazy and asks teachers to give money. Alas, it's a pity that I don't have time. Otherwise, what a great opportunity, [-]."

"Are you short of money?"

"It's okay, who cares about burning hands with things like money?"

Bi Xia was thoughtful.

During the make-up period, the other four high schools in the county will send representatives to exchange and study. Each school has three teachers and five students.

On Monday night, the student union organized a welcome party and arranged classes and dormitories for students from several schools. The classes were chosen by lottery.

These days, the student union is fully responsible for the exchange group. This work is not for nothing. These schools have paid tuition fees for the exchange, and the student union can get paid for working.

There are learning experience exchange meetings on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, just invite a few academic masters to share, and this is also paid.Those who share are usually selected from the top class, but Bi Xia thought of what Qiu Zhen said last time, so he left him a registration form.

Qiuzheng's math scores have been kept in the top ten of the year, meeting the requirements.

When the final list came out, Qiu Zhen was a little confused, but he was really selected?

He is a really talented player in mathematics, what to share?Say I know what to do when I see the question?This is not an exchange of learning experience, this is to sow hatred.

But Bi Xia told him that you can do whatever you want.

Bi Xia said at the opening of the exchange meeting: "Everyone's learning experience is different, and not every one can be copied. Please choose the method that suits you wisely."

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Zhen went up to talk about how talented players learn mathematics.

"For example, for this question, I haven't looked at the question, but I already guessed how to draw the auxiliary line when I saw the picture. Looking at the question, it really is like this..."

Sitting next to Bi Xia was a classmate in the second grade. He came to talk about exam skills. At this time, he looked at the stage and objected to Bi Xia and said, "Is this your deskmate? Using power for personal gain?"

"He's sharing his learning experience."

"There is nothing to learn from it. This is very frustrating. The audience is not as good as ours. Shouldn't we encourage everyone to work hard? Just like that, I spend two hours on what others can do in one hour..."

"How do you know that the other person you're talking about hasn't spent two hours? Talent determines the upper limit."

"Hiss——according to what you say, it is impossible for me to surpass you in this life?"

"Ah."

"..."

Qiu Zhen said on the stage: "It's useless to do a lot of questions. If the teacher changes a small detail, you may not know it. The key is to be active in thinking. I suggest that everyone can do Sudoku when they have nothing to do..."

He laughed dryly: "You guys look alike at the same table."