Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Yes, a gentleman, Bi Xia is very restrained when playing, restraint to avoid all possible collisions.

But it's normal to have a little body collision when playing ball, okay?

Qiu Zhen held the ball in his hands: "They are all men, why are you so restrained?"

Bi Xia didn't explain much, Qiu Zhen stopped and looked at him like this, Qiu Zhen suddenly realized: "You can't be because of...?"

Bi Xia still didn't speak.

Qiu Zhen became more and more sure of his guess, he felt that his tablemate could not be blamed for this matter, but himself.Think about it, if it was a girl, Qiu Zhen would definitely not tell him that playing basketball is about bumping into each other.

Of course Bi Xia is not a girl, but he likes boys!

Qiu Zhen stood there, a little embarrassed, mixed with some inexplicable emotions.Of course he wants to play with Bi Xia, but in this situation, Bi Xia has almost made it clear, should he avoid suspicion?

While Qiu Zhen was in a dilemma holding the ball, Bi Xia's voice came coolly: "What are you thinking about? I don't like physical contact with people."

Qiu Zhen visibly perked up, how could he forget that his deskmate is still a bit of a clean freak?He knows very clearly that the cleanliness at the same table is actually divided into people, and he is not a sensitive source.

"That……"

Bi Xia turned around and distanced himself from him: "Winter is barely acceptable."

It means to keep playing.

Qiu Zheng threw the ball to him: "A three-pointer first?"

Bi Xia took the ball, retreated beyond the three-point line, raised his right wrist, folded it and gave it away. The ball was already out of his hand, it spun and hit the basket, circled twice and then came out.

Qiu Zhen caught it firmly under the basket and said it was a pity with a smile.

He spun the ball and walked to Bi Xia: "If you are embarrassed to grab it, you can attack and I will defend."

What do you mean by just shooting? On the basketball court, all the girls practice shooting, and the boys are all a few people fighting for the ball.

Qiu Zhen handed the ball to Bi Xia and then stood still in front of him, with his legs apart, his knees slightly bent, leaning forward and staring at the person in front of him, smiling a bit mischievously: "Hold on, I won't will let you."

Bi Xia didn't know whether he was aroused by his smile, or his enthusiasm was aroused by his words, and finally he put away his attitude of being careless about everything.

"unnecessary."

They played seriously, and more and more people didn't pay attention to the onlookers.In this class, the teacher said that there is no need to gather before the end of get out of class. When the time is almost up, everyone returns the ball and waits on the basketball court, preparing to rush to the cafeteria as soon as the bell rings.

It's terrible to wait, to see Brother Qiu playing with someone.It is not uncommon for Qiuzheng to play basketball, but what is unusual is the person who plays with him. This is the first time that the students in Class [-] have seen Bi Xia on the court.

At first Qiu Zhen said he was the guard, but he seemed to have forgotten this when he hit them.The two confronted each other on the field, watching each other's movements closely, Qiu Zhen was looking for an opportunity to break through the defense, and Bi Xia was looking for an opportunity to grab the ball.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and most people rushed to the cafeteria. Qiu Zhen seemed to have finally waited for the opportunity and suddenly took half a step to the right. It was indeed weaker, and this sway made him pass by.

Qiu Zhen got the chance and immediately dribbled the ball to the basket, but Bi Xia refused to give him another chance to shoot.This distance... Qiu Zhen threw the ball directly to the basket, and Bi Xia jumped up to intercept it. Qiu Zhen knew that he probably wouldn't make it, so he whistled.

The smile on his face hadn't faded away, and he caught a glimpse of a ball rolling from nowhere and it had already reached Bi Xia's feet. After catching the ball, Bi Xia stepped back to distance himself from Qiu Zhen.

However, Qiu Zhen's face suddenly changed and he pulled him towards him, stepping on the ball was no joke.

Bi Xia was staggered by him and fell into Qiu Zhen's arms, his chin resting on his shoulder, and the expressions of both of them were not very good at that moment.

"foul."

"Are you OK?"

Both of them froze for a moment after they finished speaking, Bi Xia thought he did it on purpose, Qiu Zhen was a little bit wronged, and pointed behind him: "There is a ball over there, I'm afraid you will step on it."

The students watching from the side also came forward to care. They watched the ball just now, but no one thought so much.Where there is no ball on the court, they want to watch the game.

The owner of the ball finally ran over out of breath and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there were so many people just now, you kicked me here, are you all right?"

"fine."

Bi Xia backed away from Qiu Zhen's side, his jaw still aching, but luckily he didn't hurt his tongue.

Bi Xia had already dropped the ball, and the bell rang for 2 minutes, and the road to the cafeteria was crowded with people.

"Then what, how about I help you return the ball."

Qiu Zhen stepped on the tip of his toe and hooked the ball into his hand, and threw it to him: "Thanks."

He found his coat from under the basket, threw it on his shoulder and walked towards the cafeteria with his deskmate.

Qiuzheng has been thinking about his tablemate's chin all the way. The effect of force is mutual. Logically speaking, Bi Xia's chin won't be too bad if his shoulder hurts. The hit just now was really hard, but the bumps on the basketball court It's too normal to touch, and he doesn't have to worry about it.

When queuing, he was in front of Bi Xia, turned around without saying a word, supported Bi Xia's head with both hands, and raised his head slightly. He lowered his head and looked closer at the chin at the same table, it was red.

Bi Xia's slightly warning voice came from above his head: "Qiu Zhen."

Qiu Zhen didn't know, so he looked at him, and Bi Xia shook his head away from his hand, and explained lightly: "The front is empty."

Looking back, Qiu Zhen saw that while he was researching the injury of his deskmate, the students in front of him had moved forward a lot, and all the teams were crowded together, except for their row, which had a large space, which was really conspicuous.

He hurried forward a few steps, stood up and wanted to turn back.

Bi Xia said, "I'm fine."

He didn't quite believe it: "Is it all right?"

"Ah."

"Okay, but I have something to do."

"..."

"Your jaw is so hard."

"..."

Every spring, the school has to maintain the grass, and the football field in the plastic running track is surrounded by a circle and no entry is allowed.

The student union launched a campaign to collect grassland maintenance slogans. Everyone complained that this was homework for primary school students, and only Class [-] students were very active.

The chairman of the student union is one of his own, so of course he must support it vigorously.

In the student union office, the secretary-general complained in a pile of notes: "The school will kill you. If we ask for slogans, we need to make placards."

"There are few activities this semester, but there is a lot of funding."

Bi Xia didn't respond, and concentrated on arranging the note in his hand, looking at it, he saw familiar handwriting, turned it over, and it turned out to be Qiu Zhen.

The note said: Today you step on my head, tomorrow I will grow on your head

This word is written seriously, and it is different from the seriousness when practicing calligraphy. It is a bit casual and free and easy. It looks like it can finally speak like a person.

"What is the president laughing at?"

Zhang Yuxin came over to see it and laughed, it was too arrogant.

It's a pity that Bi Xia probably won't stay, and then she watched Bi Xia copy this sentence onto the A4 paper waiting for the second round of screening.

I'm blinded?

On Saturday, Qi Jiale asked Qiu Zhen to go to dinner together. Qiu Zhen glanced at the same table. They stayed in school this week, but he felt that Bi Xia would not like too many people together. He was about to reject Qi Jiale and challenged Bi Xia again. invited.

"Dong Jie's birthday, if the school committee is free, please come together."

It was hard for Qiu Zhen to refuse now, Bi Xia also nodded.

It would be inappropriate to find a noodle restaurant for dinner with a dozen or so people. They found a small restaurant, asked for a private room, and took a decent case of beer.

As soon as the beer was unpacked, Bi Xia refused to drink it lightly, and no one persuaded him after that.

On the contrary, Qiu Zhen, the wine glass was already full, and the white beer foam overflowed the glass, but there was still a thin layer inside the wine bottle. He poured it into the empty glass next to him, and everyone at the table cast their gazes over. I'm afraid that they will make something unpleasant.

Liu Jiahao wasn't worried at all, they were so good that they could sleep together, what's wrong with pouring some wine.

As expected, Bi Xia didn't say anything, he moved the glass towards Qiu Zhen: "Drink it yourself."

This is because I really don't want to drink it, so Qiu Zhen didn't persuade him any more.

After the meal, Bi Xia didn't even drink a drop.

They had to go to evening self-study at night, and they didn't dare to let it go. It was okay to sneak in to have some fun, but if they really wanted to drink too much and make trouble at school, it was just looking for excitement.

Qiu Zhen probably drank more than two bottles, his eyes were clear and his face was not red, ignoring the faint smell of alcohol on his body, he looked the same as usual.

But he knew it was a little different, he was a little excited, the kind of excitement that the wind in February couldn't calm him down, the blood was rushing in his body, his heart was beating, beating his chest, every inch of his body Muscles are speaking of longing, longing for what?Qiuzheng himself didn't know.

Depressed.

As soon as he got out of the hotel, Bi Xia said he had something to do and asked them to go back first. What did he do?Not happy tonight?

That's right, he is different from himself, he doesn't like excitement, not to mention this kind of excitement that can be called presumptuous behind closed doors.

"Brother Qiu, hurry up and fall behind."

Qi Jiale turned around and called him, which seemed to remind Qiu Zhen.

"You go first."

After he finished speaking, he ran in the direction without turning his head, and soon arrived at the hotel, but Qiu Zhen didn't stop, and continued to run forward.Bi Xia didn't say where he went, but he had guesses in his heart.

Qiu Zhen was wearing a school uniform and ran in a hurry, passers-by looked sideways, and some people stopped to ask him if he needed help, but Qiu Zhen waved his hand and refused, and kept walking forward.

It is almost the shortest time of day in a year. It is nearly six o'clock, and the sky is completely dark. The street lights here are different from those in the school.

This drink store is not big, but the business has been very good. Bi Xia ordered the order and stood at the door for a long time before hearing his order number. After receiving the drink from the clerk, he raised his hand and glanced at the time. Six o'clock, late up.

His expression remained the same, but he sped up his pace slightly, and stopped in place after walking two steps.

He fixedly looked at the person running towards him in the distance, his heartbeat gradually increased, the noise around him receded, it seemed that there was only this one person left in the world, a person who seemed to be wrapped in the sky full of stars, running towards him.

Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps, the distance shortened bit by bit, Qiu Zhen ran faster and faster, as if the finish line on the track was ahead.When he got close, he abruptly slowed down.

Taking the last step, Qiu Zhen hugged the person in front of him tightly.

A hug similar to that at the station, but with a different meaning.Qiu Zhen didn't think about it, he also didn't know why he ran back, why he hugged him, he just wanted to do it.

They were all wearing the school uniforms of No. [-] Middle School, and everyone around them knew each other, but Bi Xia didn't push him away. He even thought distractedly, did Qiu Zhen wait for him like this at the sports meeting?