Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Director Gao is waiting for everyone in the central square. All the classes have arrived, and it has been nearly 10 minutes since the team was sorted out.

Director Gao said: "Usually it only takes a few minutes for you to raise the flag from the classroom to here, and it should be faster when you escape. This time, the fastest integration is completed by the third year of high school."

Director Gao summed up the escape drill without any teachers participating, and Bi Xia looked absently at the flagpole in the middle of the square.

When the whole school is gathered in the square, each class stands in a row, with girls in front and boys in back according to their height.

The group secretary went back to the front, only Qiu Zhen was behind Bi Xia.

This person didn't know what he was thinking, since there was no one behind him, he had to stand so close to the front.

It's okay if you didn't notice it, but once you noticed it, Bi Xia felt uncomfortable all over.But he couldn't go any further, because he was too close to the classmates in front of him.

Fortunately, time was tight, so Director Gao let them break up after a few words.

"The monitors of each class came to the front, and the other students dispersed."

Bi Xia walked back slowly, and people kept walking in front of him, and the distance between him and Qiu Zhen gradually widened.

The squad leader had a short meeting and came back to tell everyone that there was another drill in the afternoon.She looked excited: "It is said that the physical education teacher is holding a stopwatch to time. Our class was praised, and we will continue to keep it in the afternoon."

The students were also very happy: "The squad leader directed well."

"Everyone cooperates well."

The last class on Wednesday afternoon is club time.The club started recruiting new students this week, and the Student Union and the Youth League sent over two stacks of magazines in advance, or brochures that looked like magazines.

The brochure of the Student Union is called Chisu, and the brochure of the Student Union is called Yanshu.The number is limited, and they all share one book at the same table. Of course, the tablemates like the two of them who basically do not communicate with each other have one book for each person.

There are wild goose books spread out on Qiuzheng's table, looking quite interested.The book in Bi Xia's hand introduced the functions of the various departments of the Student Union, the number of new recruits and their requirements.

He casually flipped through a couple of pages, not interested, just as he was about to receive them, he remembered what his grandfather had said.

……

"Xiao Wang said that there are many club activities in No. [-] Middle School now."

It took Bi Xia a while to realize that the little Wang Grandpa mentioned was Principal Wang.

"I am not sure."

"After a while, the club will recruit new people. You can see what you like. Only by participating in activities can you meet more friends."

His mother wanted him to make more friends, but her grandfather and her had different starting points, and Bi Xia didn't object.

"How do you know better than me?"

"The poor old man still has to worry about you at his age."

"……understood."

On the last page, the student union presidium was mentioned, and Bi Xia paused for a moment.

After the recruitment of the presidium is completed, the election of the presidium will be jointly elected by the teachers and students of the school. Regardless of the teachers and students, one person has one vote.He closed the book with some plans in mind.

There is also a club recruitment form sent out together.Lao Ban said that everyone can choose the clubs they like to join, but there should be no more than two.

Qiu Zhen filled out the registration form early, and he filled it out for the Photography Association.Bi Xia's watch is always blank.

In the next few days, every day, the seniors and sisters from the second year of high school came to promote the club, and they talked about it, but Bi Xia was still not interested. He already had an idea, and he folded the registration form and threw it into the trash can.

After two weeks of class, it's time to change seats.But this is for the students in the first six rows, and there are only two people in the seventh row, so there is no need to move.

On the contrary, Qiu Zhen took advantage of the other people's changing positions and shouted to the head teacher: "Old Ban, you see that this place is so empty, can I take a place for two people?"

The old class looked at Bi Xia: "What do you think?"

Bi Xia said, "It's a bit crowded."

The old class nodded, and then said: "No, you see that everyone else is at the same table, and you two are not allowed to be special. It's better to squeeze a little, isn't the relationship all squeezed out? Look how good the relationship is at the same table."

Qiu Zhen tried to continue to argue with Lao Ban, but Bi Xia finished packing and left.

Qiuzhen: "..."

Qiu Zhen remembered that he had to go home this week, so he quickly packed up his things and left.

When leaving school, Qi Jiale was a little surprised to see Qiuzheng carrying a schoolbag: "Brother Qiu, come out for a meal, why are you returning the backpack?"

"I go home."

"Go home?! I thought you were going to stay in school, and I also filled in the detention! Are uncles and aunts here?"

Qiulan carried a backpack on one shoulder, put one hand in the pocket of her school trousers, and started chewing gum at some point in her mouth.

"My parents are away, but the house won't run away."

"...No, if you don't stay in the dormitory tonight, am I the only one?"

Thinking of his courage, Qiu Zhen gave him an idea: "I heard that in the girls' dormitory, if a person is afraid, he can apply to live with the dormitory manager in another dormitory. You can try."

Qi Jiale: "..."

Qiu Zheng went home and changed his clothes, then came out and entered the next neighborhood.

This is a very old community, with a row of low carports between every two rows of residential buildings.Qiu Zheng rented a carport here.

I took out the key and opened the rusty door, and there was a smell unique to the basement. There was a black motorcycle in the shed.

Under the dim light, the black motorcycle has smooth curves and looks very cool, which is out of place with the small carport.

Qiu Zhen patted his car: "I have wronged you, brother will take you out for a walk."

The carport is too small to make a U-turn, and the door of the carport is on the long side of the rectangle, so you can't go back directly.It took Qiu Zhen a lot of effort to drag the car out.

He bought this car with his own savings. He kept his New Year's money since he was a child, and his parents didn't ask. In addition, after studying here for a year and saving some money from living expenses, he finally bought a car. Very cool motorcycle.

In his original plan, this should have been bought at the age of 18.Now, due to a series of impacts brought about by the temporary transfer of the third year of junior high school, he bought a car in advance.

He has a car, but he can't get a driver's license.I was so excited when I bought a car, but after the impulse passed, I started to worry.

He has never experienced what it means to be spoiled by his parents.If you let them know that he bought a car, why don't you tell me about the car, he will definitely not be able to get better.

Qiu Zhen pushed the cart and walked out very slowly. On his right was an old man with a cane, and beside him was a black Labrador, with the traction rope around his neck wrapped around his mouth. .

One person and one dog walked slowly, the dog was in front, and looked back at the owner from time to time.

When people walk their dogs, they walk their cars, and their dogs can also walk themselves.

The shape of the motorcycle is cool, the price is cool, and the weight is also cool. Pushing it is very difficult, and Qiu Zhen broke out in sweat after pushing it for a while.

Just out of the community, he simply stepped into the car with long legs.

The oil in the mailbox was filled up when I first bought it, and it is almost full now.

He turned the accelerator, and the scenery on the side of the road receded a little bit, and some moved forward—first was the takeaway boy riding a small electric donkey, then two younger brothers who were competing in roller skating, and then a hot-tempered girl in a skirt riding a bicycle also went ahead of him.

Qiu Zhen looked down at the speedometer, eighteen.

Satisfied with the speed, he rode the bike around slowly and headed home.After making sure that the parents will not come back, they park the car directly in their garage, anyway, for one night.

Early the next day, Qiuzhen rode out to buy breakfast. He went to the street where the junior high school was located. Most of the people in Guanzhong live on campus, but a third of them go to school. In addition, there are many houses nearby and many tourists. There are also many breakfast shops.

The whole street is filled with the aroma of various foods, and there is a billiards room among the rows of restaurants.

Qiu Zhen doesn't play billiards and has never been in a billiards room, but he knows that the owner of the billiards room is the "boss" of this street, and it is always lively inside

The lively billiard room is fine today, the rolling gate is half open, and some pale lights leak from the air holes on the iron sheet, which looks a bit decadent.

Qiuzheng rode his bicycle slowly, wandering around, he had no destination, he just came out to take a stroll.Back to this street again at noon - the fried buns in lamb bone soup are delicious.

In mid-September, the sun is still scorching, and today the temperature is high, and a bowl of mutton bone soup will break out in a sweat.

The electric fan above his head whirled, and the customers in the store ordered iced drinks one after another. Qiu Zhen suspected that Lao Ban had deliberately not turned on the air conditioner, so he sent his idea to the billiard room opposite, where the air conditioner was turned on.

At a glance, the person at the door of the billiard room seemed familiar.Qiu Zhen took a closer look and realized, isn't this his deskmate?

As soon as Bi Xia went out, he was stopped by someone: "Hey, do you want to compete?"

Bi Xia said, "I don't waste time."

"The boy is quite crazy."

Qiu Zhen also thinks that he is quite crazy, he is totally different from the low-browed and narrow-eyed look in school. Although he doesn't talk much now, his brows are full of confidence and publicity, which makes people pay attention to him unconsciously.

"Five hundred in one round, doubled in one shot. How about it?"

It was the owner of the billiard room who was talking to Bi Xia, his surname was Huang.All the spectators behind him took a deep breath: "Who is this kid? Boss Huang is playing too big."

Bi Xia raised his hand and glanced at the time, he was going home for dinner.but……

"Are you the boss?"

"Yes."

Bi Xia weighed things up a bit, and quickly made a decision: "One round, let me go upstairs after you lose."

The billiards room consists of two floors. The upstairs is non-smoking, and it is much cleaner, and the fee is higher. The "Management Regulations" pasted on the stairs states that only members can go to the second floor, and the condition for becoming a member is to bring an ID card to apply for membership Card.

However, Bi Xia couldn't produce an ID card that could apply for a card in the billiard room.

Boss Huang smiled: "You win first, then I'll talk."

He turned around and entered the billiard room, and Bi Xia followed him in.

Qiu Zhen also went in. He looked around and saw someone on the innermost table. Bi Xia was really playing.He smiled, turning the car keys in his hand, and now he had a handle.

As for what to do to catch him, Qiu Zhen hasn't figured it out yet.

They were playing eight-ball, and Bi Xia was not polite at all, and asked him to kick off the ball as soon as he kicked off.

The onlookers concluded from this that he was going to lose, but then Bi Xia shot one after another, fast and accurate, and the solid-color balls on the table fell into the bag one by one.

The billiard table became more and more quiet, only the sound of the collision of billiard balls was left, which was crisp and pleasant.

All the pure color balls on the table have been pocketed, and there is only one black ball left, which is not easy to play.

Bi Xia walked around the table, found the angle, set up the cue and bent down, suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Did not enter.

Boss Huang breathed a sigh of relief: "Looking at your posture, I really thought you were going to clear it with one shot. Finally, save me some face."

Bi Xia didn't speak, just rubbed the powder with her head down.Was that Qiuzheng just now?

When Bi Xia walked out of the billiard room again, he was holding a card in his hand.

Boss Huang said behind him: "Your card is mine, you can go directly to the second floor from now on, but..."

Bi Xia looked back at him.

He smiled and said, "If you really want to investigate, you have to obediently say it's my brother."

The billiards room is not an Internet cafe, and generally no one checks the ID card, so he said that just to take advantage of it.

Bi Xia didn't bother to talk to him anymore.

"Hey, wait, there's this one." Boss Huang shook five hundred in his hand and shook it at him.

"Charge your card."

"That's fine. Are you from No. [-] Middle School?"

Bi Xia didn't speak.

Boss Huang took him as acquiescing, and he didn't know whether he was telling the people around him or sighing to himself: "It's different now that you can read, and you can play basketball better than us gangsters."

The people behind were laughing, but nothing malicious.

Bi Xia stepped away again, this time no one called him.

He turned an intersection, and saw Qiuzheng under the willow tree half-sitting on a black motorcycle opposite him, watching him. Behind him, willow branches fluttered.

This gesture seemed to be waiting for him specially.

"Look at who this is, isn't this our school committee? Director Gao has repeatedly ordered you not to enter the three rooms and two halls, you..."

Qiu Zhen smiled meaningfully.

Bi Xia's expression remained unchanged, he looked at him calmly, and then looked away after a while: "The car is not bad."

He seemed to say something casually, and then left.

Qiu Zheng: Shit, forgot about this one.