Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The first thing to do at the beginning of school is to hand in homework. The homework of all subjects is fairly neat, but the spirit of the students is not very good. Of course, few people slept for six hours last night, but quite a few stayed overnight.

The teacher in charge of the first class has something to do. The old class transferred the Chinese class to the first class. He was not angry when he saw the sleepy people in this classroom.

"Have fun during the holidays? Didn't you sleep well last night? For the sake of your good grades at the end of last semester...you can come to my office to get coffee after class."

Qiu Zhen slept well last night, but it was a rare opportunity to make Lao Ban bleed, so he had to go, even if it was just a bag of coffee.

Bi Xia is not so free. The new semester starts, and students will have a lot of things to deal with. This semester, there are many exchange programs that will start to sign up soon. The school does not allow mobile phones, so that people come to find them after every get out of class. he.

At noon, the school notified the academic committee to go to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up the books. Bi Xia was going to have a meeting. Without saying a word, Qiu Zhen took a few classmates to pick up the books. , more and more like.

The first day of school was a little rushed, and the original opening ceremony was postponed until tomorrow afternoon.There was little homework today, so Qiu Zhen practiced calligraphy with the pen that Bi Xia gave him.

He has a pen but no ink. This pen does not waste ink. It is enough to refill it once a week based on his frequency of use, so he always uses it to rub against his deskmate.

Just like when it was written that the pen was out of water, he shook the pen with Bi Xia, and Bi Xia lifted the cover of the table to signal him to take it by himself.

It wasn't surprising that Qiu Zhen found a magazine in the drawer of his deskmate. Although the books Bi Xia usually read were tall and high-end, he occasionally flipped through magazines.

But this was the first time he had seen it.

"Ok?"

Bi Xia put the ink on the right side when storing it, and Qiu Zhen had to lean in to get it, Bi Xia almost whispered in his ear.

"Okay, okay." Qiu Zhen hurriedly took out the ink, unscrewed the pen to absorb the ink, still thinking about the magazine.

When returning the ink, Bi Xia didn't open the drawer to let him put it in the drawer, but took it and put it in the drawer. It took only two seconds before and after, the table was put down before it was fully lifted, and Qiu Zhen had no chance to look at the drawer.

The magazines that Bi Xia used to read were taken from the cabinet at the back of the classroom. This Qiuzheng was not seen in the classroom, so he obviously bought it.

"The magazine—"

Bi Xia turned to look at him, Qiu Zhen continued, "What is it?"

"Acta Mathematica."

"If you still watch this kind of thing, then you really worked hard, show me."

Bi Xia took it out and gave it to him. It was originally intended for him, but after getting it, he roughly flipped it over by himself.Qiu Zhen might not like it. After all, the above are all papers, which are too theoretical, and their learning progress has not yet reached the level of theoretical research.

Compared with this kind of magazine that is full of papers, Qiu Zhen may be more willing to do Sudoku on Youth Digest.

However, what was unexpected was that Qiu Zhen saw it as a class, and Bi Xia glanced at him from time to time, but Qiu Zhen didn't notice it, and it was rare that he was so serious.

Qiu Zhen returned it to him after reading it.

"How do you like it?"

"It's okay, it's interesting."

"It's for you."

"Ok?"

"It's for you, bimonthly."

After Qiu Zhen understood what he meant, he smiled playfully: "You are not kind at the same table, why should I beg for what you gave me?"

Bi Xia whispered: "I thought you wouldn't like it."

"I like it, even if I don't like it, I have to see it anyway you decide?"

"It was recommended by Teacher Tian."

Teacher Tian is the teacher who led them in the math competition, so it is not surprising to recommend this obviously super-class magazine to Bi Xia.

However, some students who have enough ability in book learning think it is called expanding their knowledge, and students who do not do well in class study think it is a waste of time to read idle books.Bi Xia belongs to the former, and Qiu Zhen belongs to the latter for the time being.

When Director Gao saw his magazine, he said to him: "You are already very good at mathematics. If you have time to study Chinese, you have a big problem with partial subjects."

Qiuzheng was a little sleepy during the evening self-study. It was late at night, and it would pass after a while, but today he still has a pack of coffee in the drawer.

Things like coffee should be used to refresh the mind before they can be used to the fullest. He didn't drink it in the morning when he was not sleepy, and now it can finally come in handy.

Instant coffee is like this, it smells good, but it tastes the same when you drink it, it’s so sweet that it’s greasy, Qiu Zhen frowned and drank it in one gulp, and complained to his deskmate at the end of the evening self-study class, this coffee is as useless as Banlangen , he was almost sleepy.

When returning to the dormitory, Qiu Zhen felt that his footsteps were floating, and his whole body seemed to be in a dream. The sky was extremely dark, and the stars in the sky were extremely bright.

At the beginning of school, everyone was lazy, and they were not in the mood for morning reading. When the old class came in, the morning reading in the classroom was almost inaudible. When he coughed, everyone turned up the volume and started reading again.

The old class went to the podium and clapped their hands to make them stop: "There are few school activities this semester, just for learning, so hurry up and memorize. Selected readings of ancient poems will be memorized, and then there will be competitions throughout the year. Chinese textbooks should also be memorized quickly. Compulsory course three is completed, and classical Chinese is required to be memorized."

With so many tasks assigned at once, everyone is a good boy, and if you ask for an endorsement, you will endorse it.

The teachers of No. [-] Middle School never engage in memorizing and ticking the boxes, they all pass the dictation test directly.

However, if the tablemate has a good relationship, everyone will generally be willing to spend three to five minutes listening to the tablemate back and forth to help him correct his mistakes.

Bi Xia never looked for Qiu Zhen, and Qiu Zhen didn't even see him read a book.

The old class has always emphasized that the morning reading should be read out, but Bi Xia always reads, and occasionally when he closes the back of the book, he will not make a sound, looking like he is in a daze.

Qiu Zhen didn't mean to recite the book in advance, so if he didn't have the task of reciting it for the time being, he took the ancient poems and chose to read.

Now in front of them are Kang Ming and Wei Xin at the same table. Kang Ming is reciting "Pipa Xing" to Wei Xin.

"... Makeup is always jealous of Qiuniang."

When he recited this sentence, Wei Xin interrupted him: "What jealousy?"

"Qiu Niang." Thinking he didn't hear clearly, Kang Ming said it again.

"Hahahahahaha."

Wei Xin suddenly laughed, and the more he laughed, the more exaggerated he was, and finally he lay down on the table.

Kang Ming didn't understand, so he said, "What are you laughing at, did I recite it wrong?"

He flipped through the book himself, that's right, what happened to Wei Xiaopang?

Wei Xin wiped away tears: "You can't memorize Qiuzhen just because there is Qiuzhen in our class. This is Qiuniang."

"...I'm talking about Qiu Niang."

"Oh, then I heard Cheng Qiuzhen."

The two looked at each other innocently, and laughed together.

After listening to the whole process of Qiu Zhen: ...

As soon as the morning self-study was over, the whole class knew about it, and then one or two couldn't wait to recite "Pipa Xing", and they had never been so active in memorizing after class.

When the old class came to class in the afternoon, everyone was still reciting. He thought it was pretty good at first, knowing that reciting is always good, and he turned off the class bell to signal everyone to continue reading, but why "Pipa Xing"?

He listened for a while and found the problem, so he stopped.

"Everyone is very active in memorizing today. I think everyone is memorizing Pipa Xing. This text is indeed very important, but I want to point out a mistake."

He hasn't said anything wrong yet, and there are already suppressed laughter below.

"Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well. Every time Qiu Niang is jealous of her makeup, it's not Qiu Zhen."

After he finished speaking, he also reacted, pointed at them and shook his head: "You guys."

The laughter suddenly exploded, and Qiu Zhen's expression was not so beautiful, especially his deskmate was also laughing.

"Do not laugh!"

Bi Xia's eyes were full of smiles, and he stared at him: "Qiu Niang plays with the moon without a trace, her makeup is made of ice and snow, and the wind and dew are her soul."

Qiuzhen felt that these words should be given to himself.

The old class is also narrow, he said that we will go to the pipa class first today.There was another burst of laughter below, but Qiu Zhen went with them, his mind was full of the phrase "Fenglu is the soul".

"As usual, let's start with the author. Does Bi Xia have any stories?"

There are many stories about Bai Juyi, official history and unofficial history, but not everything can be told. Bi Xia picked something easy to say: "Bai Juyi's word is Letian, his name is Xiangshan Jushi, and he is also called Mr. Zuiyin. He has a bathing poem: If you don't take a bath for years, the dirt Full of skin..."

The old class said: "Have you seen the eyes of the students seeking knowledge?"

He meant to ask Bi Xia to explain for a while, Bi Xia would be wrong, thought for a while and said: "He has a childhood sweetheart next door girl..."

"Ahem, let me explain the poem just now."

Bi Xia started talking about bathing poems again, but everyone was more interested in Bai Juyi's love story than Bai Juyi's distaste for bathing, and celebrity anecdotes were the best.

"I want to ask him after class, you are all stupid, if I keep such a mobile library by my side, I will definitely chat with him every day."

After class, Xia's table was full of people, and he told everyone the story of Jiang Bai Juyi and the Xiangling girl, interspersed with a few poems.

When the onlookers dispersed during class, he looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao's back, and said with a twitch of his mouth: "Qiuniangdu and Tainiang bridge, the wind is blowing, and the rain is light."

Is it over? !

Qiu Zhen rolled up his sleeves, ready to let his tablemate know how powerful he was, but Bi Xia's light shout of Brother Qiu made his heart tremble.

It's foul play to behave.

At the opening ceremony in the afternoon, all the teachers and students of the school gathered in the square. The students sat on stools while the teacher stood behind.

The student who gave the speech was a junior senior in senior high school. The senior sister looked back on the past and looked forward to the future, and her speech was very inspiring.

However, Qiu Zhen was absent-mindedly looking at the flagpole in the center of the square. His eyes followed the flagpole upwards. The national flag was fluttering in the wind, and a fat gray pigeon stood on the top of the flagpole.

He seemed to have discovered something interesting, and tugged on Bi Xia's sleeve, and Bi Xia followed his line of sight just in time to see the pigeon flapping its wings and taking off.

"Are you reminding me of the morning you let me dove?"

Qiuzhen: "..."

It was rare for him to admit his mistake with a guilty conscience: "I'm sorry, I overslept this morning."

"Ah."

"I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't adjust my schedule. Didn't I sleep with you every day? Last night, I was a little sleepy. Did you go to bed late?"

Obviously it was because he drank coffee last night, but he talked nonsense, and finally said: "It's what you talked about today, what sleepless nights."

"What is the longest night, all sleep alone."

"That's right, that's it."

"This sentence comes from "Winter Solstice Night Huai Xiangling"."

Qiu Zhen laughed dryly and said, "It doesn't matter what he expresses, I'll just borrow it and use it, as long as you understand what I mean."

"I don't understand."

"Why don't you understand, it's just..."

Qiuzheng was patted on the shoulder twice, he looked back, it was Lao Ban: "What did you say?"

The old class left after reminding, Qiuzheng was honest for a few minutes, and after a while, he quietly looked back at the old class to chat with other teachers. He then whispered to Bi Xia: "I'll give you the key. If I don't get up tomorrow, you Call me?"

"This is your business."

"Don't, it's just a shout, it doesn't bother you."

"Just open the door and push me when you go out to wash, it won't make any noise."

"When I get up, someone will accompany you to do morning exercises."