Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

What's the situation?

He instantly thought of the "gossip" he saw on the campus post bar. A student from No. [-] Middle School was invited by his parents for doing something very passionate in the dormitory, but the parents on both sides were very harmonious, and the scene seemed like a meeting... Should he be grateful for him? What you see is static?

Although it was static, he still stood awkwardly by the door, not knowing whether to enter or retreat.

The person on the bed was facing the wall, but Liu Jiahao believed that it was Brother Qiu, maybe this was the man's intuition.

Qiu Zhen turned his head and confirmed his guess.

He shouted wildly in his heart: Why do you want to play with the snow? If you don’t play with the snow, you won’t get your socks wet. If you don’t get your socks wet, you don’t have to come back to change them.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Qiu Zhen woke up. It was not the time to sleep. He slept with him so as not to disturb Bi Xia's rest.

He looked at Liu Jiahao strangely, what are you doing standing there?

Liu Jiahao pondered over what to say to alleviate this embarrassing scene, but obviously he was the only one who was embarrassed, and Qiu Zhen was not at all uncomfortable.

He finally thought of something to say, opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Qiu Zhen raised his index finger in front of his mouth, shhh.

Liu Jiahao blushed from holding back, Qiu Zhen waved at him again, motioning him to go in, he was a little confused about what was going on.

Qiu Zhen stood up cautiously, tucked in the corner of the quilt, and touched Bi Xia's forehead, it was not very hot, it should be better.

Looking at the scene in front of him as if his father was taking care of his sick son, Liu Jiahao felt ashamed of his dirty thoughts.He might need a pack of cleansing powder. He has seen too many weird things on the Internet. Seeing Brother Qiu and the school committee on the same bed, he actually made up a big drama in his head.

Qiu Zhen took the clothes and put them on, and asked Liu Jiahao in a low voice, where is the remote control of the air conditioner.

Liu Jiahao opened three wardrobes in a row to find it, but Qiu Zhen took the remote control but didn't open it right away.

Bi Xia usually doesn't like to turn on the air conditioner, and he gets thirsty when he catches a cold, so it's better not to turn it on.

Qiu Zhen expressed his appreciation for Liu Jiahao's behavior of going to the balcony to change his socks. He touched the meal card in his pocket and prepared to cook.

"Are you having lunch?"

"Change and go."

"Together?"

Liu Jiahao pointed to the person on the bed: "Aren't the school committee going?"

"I'll bring it to him."

When they arrived at the cafeteria, it was just after the rush hour, and the queue wasn't long, but there wasn't much food left.

Only the canteen on the third floor provides take-out service, so they went to the third floor.

Liu Jiahao finally found a chance to speak: "Brother Qiu, what's wrong with the school committee?"

"fever."

"Then you just..." He finally asked what he wanted to ask, Qiu Zhen didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, and answered him while looking at the window: "Isn't he cold with a fever? I'll warm his bed."

He said it so frankly, Liu Jiahao felt ashamed again when he heard it, normal people wouldn't think so much when they saw two men lying together, right?He doubted himself a little.

Qiu Zhen ordered five dishes, all of which were vegetarian, and the only dish with some meat was tomato scrambled eggs.

He originally wanted to order some light food for Bi Xia alone, and he would eat as usual, but at the last second his conscience realized that he changed his mind, it was too cruel for a sick patient who was sick to eat porridge and side dishes to watch him feast on fish and meat.

He packed his meals and went back to the dormitory, leaving Liu Jiahao sitting alone.

If he had known that Brother Qiu wasn't here to eat, he wouldn't have come to the third floor. Looking around, there was hardly anyone sitting alone in the entire restaurant.

Bi Xia opened his eyes only after Qiu Zhen and Liu Jiahao left the dormitory. He woke up when Qiu Zhen got out of bed and lay still.

He is different from Qiuzheng, Qiuzheng is comfortable and calm, he can't do it.

When Qiu Zhen came back, he was carrying food in one hand and a small table in the other. Their dormitory was always used for supper, and there was no table in the dormitory. At this time, a small table was needed to save them.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

"Have you bought a thermometer yet?"

"37 degrees four."

"Then it's almost back, let's eat."

Qiu Zhen found that some problems could not be solved by a small table. He couldn't imagine the scene where they set up a small table on Bi Xia's bed and then ate on it.

Qiu Zhen turned his gaze to the tablemate, and Bi Xia was also looking at him, his eyes full of rejection.

Qiuzheng: ...

"Go to my place?"

Finally they knocked on the door of a life coach, a math teacher who had just been here for two years and is currently single.

Mr. Liang was using an induction cooker to cook a small hot pot, which was a mandarin duck pot. When the two of them came, he grabbed another handful of dishes from the refrigerator and invited them to eat together.

Qiu Zhen didn't know how to write the word polite at all, he not only ate for himself, but also served for his tablemate, when Bi Xia had a cold, he would boil it in the bottom of the clear soup pot for him.

Teacher Liang made Qiu Zhen a slice of boiled mutton and made an appointment with them next time: "Come when you have time, it's too boring to eat hot pot alone."

Qiuzheng was so hot that he took a deep breath: "Teacher, who are you? No, I can't take it anymore. I want to eat clear soup."

As he spoke, he picked up cooled potato chips from Bi Xia's bowl.

Qiu Zhen took off his coat while eating, and Bi Xia also pulled down the zipper a little, sweating a lot after the hot pot meal.

Teachers’ apartments are different from students’. They can barely be regarded as apartments. At least they have private bathrooms and electric water heaters inside.

Qiu Zhen was talking about the electric water heater, and Teacher Liang finally received his intention and smiled: "If you want to use it, come and use it, don't talk about it, I have to clean up when there are too many people."

Qiu Zhen spoke sternly: "That must not cause you any trouble."

Teacher Liang stood up and put on the red teacher's week card: "I have to go around, I will not close the door, just close it for me when you are done using it. I will come back to clean up the things."

"goodbye teacher."

The door was opened and closed again, Qiu Zhen asked Bi Xia to go back to get a change of clothes: "I'll clear the table."

After Qiu Zhen finished speaking, he began to tidy up the table, but Bi Xia stood still, and Qiu Zhen turned to look at him with urgent eyes.

After a while, Bi Xia said, "Thank you."

Bi Xia was in good health, hung up the water in the morning, sweated again at noon, took the temperature after taking a bath, and the fever had completely subsided.

Bi Xia doesn't care if he goes to class or not, but judging by Qiu Zhen's attitude, if he doesn't go, Qiu Zhen will definitely not go either. Originally, it's hard to study liberal arts, and if you skip classes...