Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"Qiu Zhen, get up."

In front of them, Chen Chu and Chen Yuan shrugged their shoulders with a smile.This pair of cousins ​​laughed at about the same frequency.

Although Qiu Zhen fell asleep, he knew that he was in the classroom, so he didn't fall asleep, and Bi Xia woke up when he pushed him.

Seeing him open his eyes, Bi Xia ignored him.Withdrawing his hand, there was no wave on his expression, Qiu Zhen suspected that he was dreaming just now.

Qiu Zhen touched his arms and ears, feeling something strange.

Probably because the teacher called him "Qiu Lang", most of the classmates also called him that way, and he was used to it, but Bi Xia didn't, Bi Xia actually called him "Qiu Lang".

Xia Qinghe smiled outside the window: "Students have worked hard in class."

An old lady next to her said, "They just started school, right? They just started high school, so they probably haven't adjusted yet."

One word and one word made the matter go away.

Principal Wang also laughed, and said to the old lady: "I fell asleep in class back then, and Teacher Li was still concerned about whether I didn't have a good rest because of something at home."

"Yeah, in the blink of an eye, you have become the principal."

At the class meeting on Friday afternoon, the old class entered the classroom with his hands behind his back and a sullen face.

"Have a summary class meeting today, and then select the class committee." He shook the head teacher's workbook in his hand: "Do you think it's okay if I don't say it? I'll remember it for you."

"One is the problem of arriving early. I won't say anything until the point is reached, but each of them brings breakfast into the classroom! Do you think it's well hidden, because the smell of that body can be smelled from afar. After breakfast You are not allowed to bring it into the classroom, you will be caught by me..."

He bought a pass, turned his eyes around the classroom before continuing: "I can't let you eat, you just stand in the corridor to eat, and you can make up for the lack of time for self-study in the morning, and you can get there in a few minutes less reading." Read at my office door for a few minutes."

"The second is the issue of discipline in the self-study class. Needless to say, keep quiet. In addition, the self-study class is not for you to sleep!"

The students all thought of what happened on Tuesday. Everyone was worried for a long time that day, and now it is a bit funny to think about it.

"You have the nerve to laugh."

"Teacher, we have already felt guilty and have reflected on it."

"Qiuzhen, shut up. When the principal told me about this, he focused on you. You were the last one to wake up. Did you sleep comfortably?"

The whole class burst into laughter.

He actually nodded and said, "It's okay."

Bi Xia admired him a little.

The old class shook his head and showed a little smile: "Okay, the principal said it's fine this time, and everyone will cheer up in the future. Whose high school is not hard or tiring? We have to find ways to overcome... Today's focus is on class selection. Committee."

At the beginning, everyone was a little restrained, and only one person came to the stage, Zeng Menghan, the temporary squad leader they had chosen during the military training.

This girl's name sounds gentle and quiet, but she is full of boldness.When I got on stage, I said: "I want to continue to serve you."

Then no one went up.

"The school committee will come first."

"Isn't the teacher's academic committee elected?"

"Let's give an inaugural address to the school committee."

Bi Xia: ...

Bi Xia left his seat to go on stage. Although he didn't prepare in advance, he read a lot and wrote a lot. He was confident and never frightened.

From persuasion to the Analects of Confucius, he finally settled on studying for the rise of China. His intentions were correct and clear, and his classmates were bluffed by him.

"It's not bad, it's a standard argumentative essay after changing it. Everyone can learn from our academic committee. If you read more books, the article will be easier to write."

The atmosphere gradually became active, and people began to run for the stage one after another, and there was no competition for the monitor and the school committee.There are three people running for the secretary of the Communist Youth League.

Voted by the students, the old class checks the decision.Time is limited, everyone only voted, no statistics, so the results will be announced tonight.

The evening self-study on the schedule of No. [-] Middle School is divided into two sections, each of which lasts more than an hour, officially starting at [-]:[-].But it is generally required to arrive at the classroom at [-]:[-], and the time in between is also self-study.

The old class came in and read the list of class committee members, and then asked the class committee members to go out for a short meeting.

Qiuzheng is a member of the sports committee and is also on the list.

The two of them sat in the last row, and it was more convenient to go out through the back door. Bi Xia was close to the door, so he got up first and went to open the door.But Qiuzhen grabbed his shoulder and rushed out ahead of him.

Bi Xia frowned and turned sideways to let him go first.

The old class took them to the corridor. There was a bit of wind in the corridor and it was very comfortable.Qiu Zhen leaned against the railing, and Bi Xia stood farthest away from him.But this way they are almost face to face.

The two people who were facing each other didn't even look at each other.

There are only three classes on Saturday afternoon, and the last class is self-study, so the classroom is restless.

The original scheduled military training time caught up with the typhoon, and the school postponed the school for a week.

This is the second week in terms of school work arrangements, but for the students, this is the first week of high school.

And they have been in school for six full days.

When the teachers bring the students from one class to the next, they all know when they can't sit still. In the last 10 minutes, the head teachers of all classes in the first grade of senior high school all appeared in the classroom by coincidence.

Finally, after school, no matter whether the head teacher is there or not, as soon as the classroom door is opened, most of the people are gone.The stairs on the east side are rarely crowded with people, and the school gate is on the east side, so you can save a few steps from here.

This staircase is not wide, so many people poured in at once, it was a bit crowded.

Bi Xia glanced at the door, and decisively chose the stairs to the west.But no matter which way you go to the school gate, you will be blocked.

There is a small opening on both sides of the school gate, and several teachers with weekly badges are maintaining order.

Squeezing out from the school gate, Bi Xia's face was not very good-looking.It is inevitable that there will be some contact in the crowd. The autumn clothes have not been issued yet in the first year of high school, and everyone is wearing summer short-sleeved clothes. I don’t know how many sweaty hands have been wiped on my arms.

When Bi Xia came here on Sunday, he was dragged by his grandfather, and now he can only walk back when he goes back.He went into the bathroom when he got home.

In the dormitory, Qiu Zhen sat on the bed, facing his mother.

"I said I should send you to this kind of strict management school. Look at how well the quilt is folded and the shoes are neatly placed."

Qiu Zhen was a little speechless. The No. [-] Middle School in this small county is the highest institution of learning. Other high schools and junior high schools below all learn the No. [-] Middle School management system. He also came here in the third year of junior high school, but the school rules were not strictly enforced.

"Where's my dad?"

"It's digging graves."

Qiuzhen: "..."

Both parents are university professors, one is archeology, the other is ancient literature, and they are still college classmates.But his mother always disliked his father's career, and kept digging graves.

"Then let's go out to eat. I didn't know you were coming. I filled the detention this week and have to go to self-study at night."

Wang Xiuzhen felt a little regretful, but didn't say anything.Huanhuanxi went out to eat with her son before sending him back to school.

"Mom will pick you up at noon tomorrow, let's have a meal together and then I'll go back."

This is not good for staying in school. Apart from Saturday evening self-study, there are also four self-study sessions on Sunday morning. Staying in school is to study.

Qiu Zhen is studying at school, but Bi Xia spends all day in the billiard room.

The billiards room is not big, with only three billiard tables and a few game consoles piled up in the corner.

The fee was not high, nine yuan an hour, and Bi Xia went in and threw fifty.

Regardless of his age, people focused on the mobile phone and pointed him to the innermost table.

He got used to the club for a while, and then he played more and more smoothly, only breaking one shot in the middle of the third game.People began to gather around the table.

"It's boring to fight alone, let's compete?"

A young man with yellow hair wearing a skull T-shirt and earrings opened his mouth.

There were two red balls, six colored balls and a white cue ball on the table. Bi Xia stared at the table and thought about how to get a higher score.Hearing this, he didn't take his eyes off the table.

"I don't gamble."

In the junior high school he attended, there was a special activity place in the school, and billiards was no different from other sports.

But here, the billiard room is a restricted area for minors, and he doesn't want to be troublesome.

After returning home for dinner, Bi Xia resolutely rejected his grandfather's proposal to send him off, and he wanted to ride a bicycle.

When I arrived at the classroom, it was half an hour earlier than the stipulated time.

Homework is handed in first in the classroom. The first to sixth students in each group receive homework in Chinese, mathematics, English, physics, chemistry, politics, history and geography, and Bi Xia and Qiuzhen are the only seventh row in the class. There is no need to charge.

There is a video conference in the evening self-study of the second quarter on Sunday, which serves as a summary of the study and work of the whole school last week, followed by the class teacher's class summary.

The leader on duty for the first week was the principal, and last week was the senior director of the Political and Educational Department, and he is the one who is summing up now.

He sat in front of the table with two microphones with a serious face: "I browsed the news yesterday and saw a sad news that a school fire in xx caused one death and many injuries."

"The fire is not the direct cause of death or injury, but the stampede is... This Wednesday, all the students in the school will be arranged to conduct an escape drill..."

There was no prior notice of the escape drill.

During the reading and writing time at noon and noon on Wednesday, people from the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment taught everyone to sing one by one on TV, and the students in the classroom sang along with the lyrics issued in advance.

The siren suddenly sounded on the radio, and the siren sound could be heard by the whole school. Everyone looked at the radio with inexplicable faces, thinking about what special day it is today.

It was still one of the singing instructors who reacted: "Drill! Escape drill, run!"

As he spoke, he pushed the others out, and all of a sudden, only the lyrics floating on the ground remained on the TV screen.

The teaching building was full of voices, and it was only then that everyone realized that none of the teachers were there.

The squad leader went out to take a look at the second-grade high school building next door, and came back to make arrangements: "Everyone line up in the morning exercise formation and go downstairs one by one. Pay attention to whether there are few people in the front, back, left, and right. The deputy squad leader and I will lead the team, and the party secretary and sports committee will go last."

On the stairs, students from which class did not line up and came down directly. Bi Xia was pushed and almost went down the stairs.A hand reached out from behind and grabbed his arm.

He was in the last row, with only the party secretary and Qiu Zhen behind him, but he knew about Qiu Zhen without looking back, and he remembered this body temperature.

The voice next to his ear confirmed his guess: "Student, stand still."

The autumn school uniform was still unissued, so Qiu Zhen grabbed his arm directly from behind, not only his hands, but also his back felt the warmth from behind him.

Bi Xia thanked him with downcast eyes, Qiu Zhen was a little surprised, he thought he would be thrown away, but he didn't expect to have a thank you.

The flow of people engulfed them and moved forward, Qiu Zhen let him go and stopped talking.

He walked behind Bi Xia and twirled his fingers, wondering why his deskmate's body temperature was always so low, it was very comfortable to meet him on a hot day.