Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

If they live in school, they can get an extra hour of sleep in the morning, but they still get up early when they go home.

Bi Xia opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, then nudged the people around him.

Qiu Zhen didn't know what dream it was, so he turned over and continued to sleep.Bi Xia turned to look at him, then pushed again: "Qiu Zhen. Get up..."

"Hey!"

Qiu Zhen was a little awake at first, and could feel the movement of the outside world in a daze. When he heard his name, his eyes hadn't opened yet, and he answered first.

After opening his eyes to understand the situation, he calmed down and rubbed against the quilt.

Bi Xia ignored him and went to wash up first. After a while, Qiu Zhen walked in with his slippers on and yawning.

He glanced at Bi Xia, opened the toilet and began to solve the physiological problems of getting up early. When the sound of water came, Bi Xia closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sound behind him, focusing on the movements of his hands, unable to prevent his thoughts from wandering.

Qiu Zheng closed the toilet lid, pressed the button on the water tank, and the sound of splashing water pulled him back.

"Why is there only one button for this toilet, it's a waste of water."

"Yeah." Bi Xia responded indiscriminately.

Qiu Zhen also stood in front of the mirror and squeezed toothpaste, Bi Xia made room for him, and the two of them brushed their teeth together, Qiu Zhen looked up at the mirror from time to time, and happened to meet Bi Xia's gaze.

He grinned at the corner of his mouth, showing a smile, the corner of his mouth was still stained with white toothpaste foam, showing a little foolishness, but Bi Xia couldn't move his eyes away.

Qiu Zhen rinsed his mouth and began to wash his face: "Are you running today?"

Before Bi Xia could answer, he shook his head and denied: "No, no, your cough is still not healed."

Bi Xia was a step ahead of him, and had already started twisting the towel. The cool towel pressed his face, and he said, "You can ride a bike."

"bike?"

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen had seen Bi Xia's bicycle, but it didn't have a back seat.

"You ride me?"

"Grandpa has a car too."

Qiu Zhen had an ominous premonition, and sure enough, when he went downstairs, he saw Mr. Xia's car, a black [-]-bar.

This car is about the same age as their parents, with a horizontal bar in front of the seat. The quality is really good. It is estimated that many parts have been replaced over the years, but the main body is still the same.

As soon as Qiu Zhen's long legs collapsed and got into the car, he swiped his thumb, and the crisp car bell poured out. Bi Xia looked over immediately, Qiu Zhen laughed, and dialed several times in succession.

"Sounds good?"

Bi Xia turned his head back again and got into his car: "Let's go."

Everything was ready, and before leaving the house, Qiu Zhen called out again: "Wait a minute."

After he finished speaking, he got out of the car and went upstairs, and when he came down again, he had an extra scarf in his hand, and he couldn't help but wrap it around Bi Xia twice and tied a knot at the back of his neck.

It was a little tight, Bi Xia stretched out his hand to relieve Qiu Zhen's hold: "Don't move, it will warm you up when it's tight, and you'll cough again after a while."

The two were pedaling bicycles, they were not slow, the cold wind was blowing, Bi Xia was tightly wrapped in a scarf, his cheeks were flushed with boredom.

Qiu Zhen also blushed, the cold wind blowing.

No. [-] Middle School lived in the school, and there was no breakfast street in front of the school. They stopped for breakfast halfway, and fried dumplings with tofu nao. The fried dumplings were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, wrapped in a layer of egg liquid and sprinkled with a few sesame seeds. Just right.

When entering the school gate, he had to get out of the car and swipe his card. Qiu Zhen couldn't get off his feet. He stopped the movement of his feet and let the bicycle move forward along the inertia. He held the handlebar of the bike with one hand and took out his campus card with the other hand. .

Bi Xia didn't have as many tricks as him. When he pushed the car in, he had already locked it and stood aside. Bi Xia bent down to lock the car, and Qiu Zhen stood on the side with a key ring in his hand and talked to him: "Do you have anything to do this afternoon? Go out Play?"

With a click, Bi Xia buckled the lock, straightened up and looked at him and said calmly: "Go back at noon, grandpa said he wanted to read your handwriting."

Qiu Zhen was shocked, Teacher Xia wanted to read his handwriting? !

During this period of time, Bi Xia has been taking him, and he has forgotten that he has been a teacher seriously.

Qiu Zhen became nervous all of a sudden, he knew himself, and his handwriting looked much better in vertical comparison, but in Teacher Xia's eyes, he probably couldn't read it.

The time in the classroom was a little tight. He grabbed a large stack of calligraphy and went to the competition class. He walked into the classroom absent-mindedly, and didn't even notice that there was a change of people on the podium today.

The teacher explained the topic above and he picked practice papers below. Bi Xia just watched him pick and didn't say anything.

Teacher Liu seems to have something to do. Today's substitute teacher is Teacher Liang, who has been in hot pot before.

"Ms. Liu is a special-grade teacher with 30 years of teaching experience. I am not as good as him, so I can give lectures to you."

Then I really started to talk about the topic, and the talk was really good.

Mr. Liang is leading a re-reading class. None of the students in the audience are his students. The only two students who can be named are Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen. What's the point of speaking alone in class? We still need to interact.

"Qiu Zhen."

Qiu Zhen lowered his head and repeatedly compared and entangled between the two words. Suddenly, his name was called, and he didn't react immediately.

But who is Qiuzheng? If he has stage fright in math class, his surname is not Qiu. The old god stood up on the ground and waited for the teacher to speak.

Teacher Liang had already mentioned which question, and he thought that Qiu Zhen was thinking about it, and he was waiting for him to speak.

Fortunately, Qiu Zhen also had a deskmate who listened carefully to the class, and the deskmate said: "The third question."

There was no paper for this class, and it was about the third question on the blackboard. Teacher Liang's handwriting was easy to read, and the question was not long. Qiu Zhen knew the solution to this question at a glance.

After talking about the general idea, the teacher asked him to talk about another one, and Qiu Zhen thought about it and said another one.

"Any more?"

This time Qiu Zhen thought for a few minutes before speaking.

Teacher Liang said again: "Is there any more?"

"Three is not enough?"

Teacher Liang said, "I'll just ask you, and sit down if you don't have any."

In fact, Qiuzhen really did exist, and he said another way, this method is so twisted and twisted, that it would take a whole page to write it down, thankfully he figured it out.

Teacher Liang couldn't help but let him sit down, and praised him without hesitation, which attracted the attention of the students frequently.

At the end of the two classes, Teacher Liang picked up the book and clamped it with his arm. After walking to the door of the classroom, he turned back to look for Qiu Zhen: "Come and eat hot pot when you have time."

Qiu Zhen agreed, and Teacher Liang said, "Bring your deskmate with me."

"If you don't say it, I have to call him."

After finishing the physics competition, Qiu Zhen finally selected two pieces of paper, and the two walked to the school gate with their bags on their backs.

I went to the carport to see that Bixia's car was locked by some god. His car was locked on the anti-theft bar. This person also thought about it, and locked his car and Bixia's rear wheel.

on.

Probably for theft prevention.

Qiuzheng couldn't help laughing, and patted Erba's back seat: "Brother shouting, I'll take you back."

Bi Xia ignored him, and Qiu Zhen waited with him for a while. The fairy who locked the car didn't come, so he wasn't funny anymore: "I'm going to suffer a little bit, don't you need to call for it? Get in the car, this person is probably going to get off." Zhou just came back."

There was no rush to go back at noon, and there were two people in one car, so it must be slower than when we came here. Qiu Zhen folded the scarf and put it on the back seat to invite his deskmate to get in the car.

Bi Xia has long legs, and he really can't sit with his legs apart, so he can only sit sideways, with one hand holding the bag in front of him, and the other clutching the corner of Qiu Zhen's clothes.

After a while, Qiu Zhen grabbed his hand and stuffed it into his pocket: "Didn't you have a good time last time, why are you being polite?"

Bi Xia was really rude, and simply put his arms around him.

Qiu Zhen regretted it, and his waist went numb again.

After lunch, my uncle's family was about to leave. Before leaving, my grandma carried things in the car with big bags and small bags. After carrying them, she was still thinking about the summer favorite fruits, so she packed another bag.

Bi Xia took another look, it was the fruit that Qiu Zhen bought yesterday.

Mr. Xia ignored them, and waved to Qiu Zhen: "Xiao Qiu, come to the study, and I will read your handwriting."

Qiu Zhen was very nervous, so he followed.He took out two sheets of graph paper from his bag, Mr. Xia took it, put it aside casually, found another paper for him, and asked him if he had a pen for writing?

Is this for him to write on the spot?

Bi Xia didn't look surprised at all. Standing on the other side of the long desk, he took out a piece of rice paper and laid it out to write the pipa line that he didn't finish last night.

Qiu Zhen used the pen that Bi Xia gave him before, sat down and began to write, Mr. Xia said to write a chapter.

Chapter, Qiu Zhen thought about it for a while, it should be the meaning of writing a complete article.

In front of his desk was a piece of yellowed letter paper, with only unclear horizontal lines on it.

The quality of the paper is very good. You can tell that it is different from ordinary paper when you touch it. It is very smooth, smooth and absorbs ink without bleeding at all.

Mr. Xia looked at what he wrote, and then looked at the grandson over there. Can the tablemate still have such a tacit understanding?

Qiu Zhen didn't know what he was thinking. Recently, his classmates liked to recite this by his side, and his ears were numb when he heard it.

When Bi Xia finished writing, there was more than half of the last column left on the rice paper. He wrote the signature and felt that the black and white paper was a bit monotonous, so he took a side from the cabinet and printed it out.

Qiu Zhen felt a little uncomfortable at first, but he didn't think too much about it while writing, and was stopped after writing a piece.

Mr. Xia fully affirmed Xiaoqiu's learning achievements, and then asked him: "What copybook did you use, this word is quite similar to Dongdong."

Qiuzhen said, "Dongdong wrote it for me."

He followed suit, and called Dongdong, Mr. Xia didn't respond, he was still reading his words, turned to look at Bixia, but Bixia was looking at him.

"No wonder." Mr. Xia carefully looked at the writing on his hand wearing reading glasses: "I usually write it on red lined paper, right? The handwriting is okay, but the composition is not good. From now on, I will write on white paper."

Qiu Zhen deserved to be refreshed, but Mr. Xia came to his senses after speaking: "I usually do a lot of homework, right?"

"It's quite a lot."

"Well, then I won't write another one. When I am doing my homework, I will write it carefully, and I will bring my homework back next time."

Qiu Zhen thought about the handwriting on his homework, and felt a little bad. There are so many homework every day, like an assembly line, who would carefully consider whether the words on it are good or not.Sometimes he can't recognize himself, can he really see?

Will Teacher Xia want to expel him from the teacher's school after seeing it?

It's still early to go back to school, and I really don't have enough time to go to some billiard room and video game city.But Qiuzheng still dragged Bi Xia out to the clinic.

The doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs and cough syrup, which were the same as those given by the infirmary, but there was nothing I could do. Although the cough was bothersome, it was only a small problem after all, and I couldn't ask for leave to go to the hospital.

Bi Xia coughed for a few days, and he took medicines, but it didn't get better. In order not to affect his classmates, he put cough syrup on the table, and took a sip when his throat was itchy.

Qiuzheng could hear a low coughing sound in his dreams at night. In his dream, he was looking for loquat cream for Bi Xia everywhere, but he couldn't find the loquat cream. He found a loquat tree.

The tree that went up three or two times, but when it fell, it could not touch the bottom. Qiu Zhen opened his eyes and woke up.

The dream of falling from a high place, he has had a lot in the past few years, and he didn't take it to heart at all, but this loquat paste reminded him.

At noon, Qiu Zhen went to call Sister Wang, called her mother and cut straight to the point: "Is there any loquat paste at home?"