Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"Check the hair and nails, please cooperate with the students."

This time it was not Teacher Hu who spoke, but a female teacher who was with her. She was wearing a lake-blue knee-length down jacket, and there was a smile in her voice when she spoke. I heard that she taught politics.

Many students put down their pens and raised their heads to look at the speaker when they heard the voice. Qiu Zhen still kept his head down and went about his own business. He wiped the thermometer with alcohol cotton and let it dry for a while before handing it to his deskmate.

Bi Xia frowned and pressed the thermometer under his tongue, there was a smell of alcohol that didn't dissipate.

Mr. Hu seemed to remember Qiu Zhen, everyone else just glanced over, but Mr. Hu stood beside his seat and carefully looked at him from hairstyle to nails to clothes.

Qiu Zhen let her look at her openly, and he couldn't believe it, and he could still pick a mistake today.

The three teachers left after the inspection. The female teacher who spoke before glanced at the registration book and said, "After the inspection, the eighth class has the least number of people who fail to meet the standards. Keep it up."

As soon as they left the classroom, they began to discuss quietly.

"This teacher is so gentle."

"Is there someone above our history teacher? Isn't that too accurate?"

"Does she have a good relationship with our history teacher? I think they are a bit similar."

"Maybe there is really some news channel."

Qiu Zhen was very proficient at reading the thermometer after coming down all night. He took it in his hand and turned it around a little, and he was relieved after seeing the position of the mercury line.

36 degrees nine, normal body temperature.

"Don't get up so early tomorrow. If you are sick, take a good rest for a few days."

"It's not less than half an hour."

"Then stop running. You'll be sweating and windy, and you'll catch a cold again."

Bi Xia was noncommittal.

This silence is not an acquiescence, but a silent refusal. Qiu Zhen doesn't know how he can tell the difference, anyway, he just knows.

"Hiss—little classmate, don't screw it up when you're sick, you know? Just go out for a walk tomorrow."

The temperature has been very low these few days, and the balcony of Qiuzheng’s dormitory faces north. The towels and clothes hanging outside were frozen hard the next morning, which was quite fun.

He usually doesn't bring a towel to wash his face, but it's rare to take it out today. It's so fun, he must show it to his tablemate.

The towel became soft after being washed with tap water for a while. Qiu Zhen rinsed his face with cold water, then wrung out the towel and wiped his face. The towel had no leucorrhea.

Walking downstairs, Qiu Zhen stared at Bi Xia covetously, saying that he would not let him run away.

"You are not allowed to run until you have a cold. You still have a cough. Running is not friendly to the respiratory tract."

Not only for morning exercises, but also for physical education class Qiu Zhen helped his deskmate write a leave note to his old class. He was sure that Bi Xia would not take the initiative to ask for leave, but he would not refuse.

Qiu Zhen watched so closely, Bi Xia's cough still didn't get better, and it even became more and more serious. The lozenges and syrups taken in the infirmary were all symptoms, not the root cause, so I had to wait until the weekend to go home and have a look.

"This is our first class meeting at the beginning of the school year. Everyone has been getting along for a semester and they are familiar with each other. Today we mainly talk about the class committee."

"During the school year, in principle, no major changes will be made. It mainly depends on your wishes."

"Come one by one. If everyone feels dissatisfied, or if you want to compete for a certain position, you can't help but just say it. They are all acquaintances. We will not make a lie."

"Leader, let's begin."

There was no sound in the classroom. I don't know if it was because he had no opinion or he didn't understand the meaning of the old class. Zeng Menghan stood up to break the silence: "I want to continue to be the class leader."

"it is good!"

"I support Brother Han."

Everyone seemed to react suddenly, cheering and applauding, and the old class nodded: "The squad leader will not change, and the party secretary will follow."

……

Basically, everyone has no opinion on the class committee, and most of them are devoted to their studies. If they really have that heart, they participated in the election last semester.

Until the old class reported to the attendance deputy monitor, there was a moment of silence in the classroom, and then many students started talking in low voices.

Ding Qiming originally thought that he would be re-elected like the previous classmates, and this class meeting was just a formality, he did not expect this to be the case.

He stood up and said the same thing as Zeng Menghan: "I want to continue to be the vice monitor of attendance and serve the students."

"What do you think?"

There was still a whispered conversation below, and no one made a clear statement.

"In that case, raise your hand if you agree with Ding Qiming's stay."

This is simple, without directly expressing opinions to offend people.Ding Qiming stood on his seat and looked around. Few people raised their hands.

Lao Ban looked very surprised: "Ding Qiming, what do you think?"

Ding Qiming stood alone on the seat, with his head half down, his teeth clenched and his fists clenched tightly, blood gushed out of his body, and his face was flushed.

The old class motioned him to sit down, but Ding Qiming didn't see it, and still stood.

"You sit down first."

When Ding Qiming sat down, the legs of the stool rubbed against the ground, making a loud noise. Many students frowned secretly, and all sympathy for him disappeared.

"Let's talk about why."

No one speaks.

"I can't tell why? Is it because he is too offensive to remember his name when he is the deputy class monitor of attendance?"

If the old class continues to talk, it will become Ding Qiming's selfless and impartial law enforcement. They have avenged their private revenge, and finally someone can't bear it and speaks first.

"One time I entered the classroom a little late, which happened to be the end of the bell, and he remembered my name and said I was late."

"Me too, I was only 7 minutes late and he said I was half a class late."

"And me, I had diarrhea last time, and it was a little late for the exercise, so he said I was absent."

"There was also the incident in the toilet last time. The conflict between our classmates brought him to the principal's office, causing the students to be reported and criticized."

……

You glanced at me and said a word, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a semester finally broke out. Ding Qiming found that no one was on his side.

The old class listened quietly, and when everyone was talking about it, he asked Ding Qiming: "What do you think?"

He muttered, wanting to say that he was doing it for the good of the class, but he couldn't say what his classmates said just now.

He was a little puzzled. In elementary school and junior high school, he had always been the best in his class, and the teachers would trust him unconditionally just by looking at his grades.

His parents said he was someone else's child, and his classmates were all in awe of him and fawning over him, so why did he become different after entering high school.

He had been the class monitor for nine years, and he was full of ambitions in the election last semester, but in the end he lost to Zeng Menghan.

He settled for the next best thing, thinking that the attendance deputy squad leader was also good and had great power. He didn't expect that he would be "dismissed" one day.

Ding Qiming didn't speak, the class meeting still had to continue.

"You think Ding Qiming is suitable to stay, so who is willing to come, or do you have any recommendations?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, just thinking about not wanting him to continue to be a leader, but not thinking about the follow-up questions, what should I do?

"No one? No one can do it, or Ding Qiming will continue to be."

As soon as these words came out, Ding Qiming had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but it was quickly extinguished.

"No."

"Then who will come? This position is very important and cannot be vacant."

The current situation is that no matter who it is, as long as he is willing to be, everyone will definitely support him, but no one is willing to stand up.

"Hey, what are you all doing coyly? If I weren't for the sports committee, I would have raised my hand. I will be a sub-class soon. If you want to be a member, you can stand up."

It was that lazy tone of not caring about anything, Bi Xia didn't like it at first, but now he finds it a little funny, he turned his head to look at Qiu Zhen, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

When Qiu Zhen shouted, two people really stood up, two boys, Chen Zekai and Zhang Bo.

When they saw that someone else had stood up, they quickly sat down. Both of them began to decline, but no matter what, they had a candidate.

The next step was to vote. In the end, Zhang Bo defeated Chen Zekai by one vote and was elected as the new deputy monitor of Class [-].

The class meeting continued, and when it was the student committee's turn, everyone agreed with it. For the students in Class [-], if the head teacher and the school committee had to change, they might all choose to change the class teacher.

But Bi Xia took the initiative to stand up and said that he did not want to be re-elected.

He said that "time and energy are limited", and everyone would believe this when it comes to ordinary people. After all, he is the chairman of the student union, but is he an ordinary person?

What's more, he looked calm, and he didn't look like he was struggling at all.

"We, Bixia, are the chairman of the student union and the school committee, and we are also the first in the year. We are very busy, please understand."

Qiu Zhen was also talking nonsense with his eyes open. He felt that his deskmate was coughing a lot these days, and if he was not a school committee member, he could eat less chalk dust.

"But he is number one in his age group. If he is not a school committee member, is there anyone else in our class who can be?"

"The school committee doesn't necessarily have to be the first in the exam, as long as it can lead everyone to study hard. There are still many qualified students in our class. Since Bi Xia doesn't want to be a candidate, do you have any candidates?"

I don't know who said Ding Qiming, the other students wanted to beat her to death.

After finally getting the person down, and recruiting them back to suffer?

Ding Qiming lowered his head and looked like he didn't hear anything, but his mind was no longer on the book, the school committee, it's not impossible.

"Let me change the table with me. There will be no sports meeting in the second half of the year. It's okay. I just haven't been a school committee member yet."

He was the academic committee and the Bixia sports committee, thanks to him he could figure it out.

"No, Brother Qiu, no one can understand your words."

"If it's really impossible, we'll do the work of the school committee for you. It's good for you to have a name."

"That's right, you are the face of Class Eight."

Everyone tacitly ignored the proposal about Ding Qiming, and began to discuss the feasibility of other plans.

They discussed for a long time and still had no results. The old class glanced at the time and interrupted everyone: "Then Bixia will continue to work hard for a while."

……

Most of the people were quite happy when the deputy squad leader was changed, especially the few households who had trouble getting up. For Zhang Bo, they didn't ask him to accommodate him, but only sought truth from facts without exaggeration.

"Shibie three days ago, I can't understand it, my handwriting is obviously much better than before."

As he spoke, Qiu Zhen took out two pieces of graph paper, one was written by him when he practiced calligraphy at noon today, and the other was written by Bi Xia for him.

There are still some differences, obviously Bi Xia's writing is more natural and agile, especially the traditional number 26 in the upper left corner, which is chic and elegant, very beautiful.But Qiu Zhen's handwriting wasn't too bad, and at first glance they were six to seven points similar.

He fixed the two sheets of paper on the rear blackboard with magnets, and then shouted.

"Come here and have a look, my characters look like this!"

"You really wrote this? Why do I feel that it is different from the previous review on the notice board?"

"Before was before, now is now, and you will gain three catties in the next year, can this be the same?"

"Brother Qiu, you are wrong. I see this word every day, and it looks like it was written by the school committee."

"right side."

"Didn't write it by one person? Hey, don't tell me it looks like it at first glance."

"Is it not the same? I followed Lin's." Qiu Zhen said with a bit of complacency.

"The school committee still writes copybooks for you?"

With this shout, everyone focused their attention on the numbered graph paper.

Learn the handwriting of the gods, or else...

Qiu Zhen took off the red grid paper before they could do anything, and looked at them warily.

other people:……

Who wants to snatch it from you, isn't it just a piece of calligraphy practice paper?Isn't it just a copybook written by Bi Xia for copying?Isn't it just a little better?

They don't want it at all!