Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Someone is talking in the classroom, the voice is still a bit familiar, and they still have math class at night?

Director Gao was talking about something with a list when they pushed the door open. The two of them were obviously late for nearly an hour, but Director Gao didn't say anything. He paused and continued to talk about Zhou's attention. matter.

Director Gao explained it himself. It is said that this is the treatment only available to the first-time class in the first year of senior high school. Afterwards, Teacher Hu simply explained a few words.

Director Gao spoke very clearly, occasionally stopping to allow time for everyone to ask questions.He is a math teacher in Class [-]. The students have a lot of contact with him, and they are not so rigid when getting along with him. From time to time, some people deliberately ask funny questions.

For example, the problem of pouring water on the balcony, how to arrest people; another example is that you are not allowed to run on the way to eat, but what should you do if the offending classmate runs too fast and cannot catch up.

Usually Qiu Zhen is indispensable at this time, but today he was surprisingly quiet.

Director Gao couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and found that Bi Xia was even more out of shape than him. He withdrew his gaze and continued to explain to the students, but he was thinking about asking his old class to understand the situation.

Bi Xia did not miss reading. Reading is one of his few hobbies. Perhaps because of the influence of Mr. Xia, most of the books he read were literature and history, and not much about medicine. Even if there were related books on the bookshelf, they were all popular science books. .

He seldom felt this kind of powerless feeling when he touched the blind spot of knowledge, and he listened absent-mindedly to Director Gao's words.

Qiu Zhen didn't know how to comfort him, no matter how many good things he said at this time, it was useless, and Bi Xia couldn't be relieved if the result didn't come out.

His own grandfather passed away early, and he had never seen him before. Grandpa passed away in primary school due to cancer.

Now Teacher Xia also...

Qiu Zhen sighed, they couldn't do anything until the test results came out.

No, Qiu Zhen looked at the same table, and he promised Teacher Xia to watch Dongdong carefully.

According to the weekly schedule, they have to inspect the teaching building at night, and this task is assigned to boys. The inspectors need to stay a few minutes longer to check the classroom doors and windows after all classes are closed.

They inspected the teaching building of the third year of high school, the second floor of Qiuzheng and the third floor of Bixia.

Looking at Bi Xia's out-of-body appearance, Qiu Zhen had no doubt that he would fall down the stairs in the next moment, so he dragged him to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

"Let's go together, I'm afraid of the dark."

Qiu Zhen always remembered the deduction of points because of the table boards. He not only checked the doors and windows, but also scanned the classroom with a flashlight to see other people's table boards.

"Why can't I see if it's curled up or not?"

Bi Xia knew that Qiu Zhen wanted him to talk, so he glanced into the classroom: "4-2, 7-6."

Qiu Zhen lay on the bed and took a closer look, he was really a little warped.

So here comes the question, everyone says not to do to others what you don’t want to do to others, he has always felt that this rule is abnormal, can he still write the deduction form?

Bi Xia had already walked to the next classroom, Qiu Zhen grabbed him and stuffed the pen and paper into his hand.

"What you find is what you decide."

Bi Xia didn't want to lie on the wall to write, so he didn't answer.

"let it go."

"Forget it?"

"You write it yourself."

Qiu Zhen said decisively: "Let's forget it."

When they returned to the dormitory after the inspection work, the lights-off bell almost rang. Fortunately, no one supervised their lights-off today, and the bathroom was very empty.

It was already 10:30 after packing up his things leisurely and going to bed. Bi Xia had something on his mind, so he couldn't fall asleep until one o'clock.

The continuous chaotic dreams all night made people tired. The first thing Bi Xia did when he opened his eyes was to look at his watch. It was [-]:[-], it was not time to wake up, but it was not enough to sleep back into the cage.

He lay in bed for a while, and got up and dressed as soon as 05:30 arrived.

Qiu Zhen didn't wait for him to shout today, when Bi Xia was coughing at the door, he just opened the door and came out.

Qiu Zhen suspected that Bi Xia didn't sleep at all that night, his eyes were black and blue, although his eyes were clear, there was obvious fatigue.

"What time did you go to bed?"

"a little."

"You're like this, Teacher Xia..."

"I know, I will adjust." After he finished speaking, he began to cough, and coughed intermittently for a minute before stopping, Qiu Zhen was worried when he heard it.

He looked at Bi Xia worriedly, the illness of his deskmate seemed to be getting worse.

Qiu Zhen looked at the half can of loquat cream on the table and worried. It was true that the symptoms were not the root cause, but he still needed treatment, so he fetched water.

It was only when Qiu Zhen was standing on the playground paying attention that he remembered that one of his weekly tasks was to raise the flag, why did no one call him?

What man wouldn't want to wear a uniform and raise the flag?When Qiu Zhen saw the task arrangement, he felt that Brother Han was too discerning.

So what's going on now, let him go?

No, none of them are from their class.

flag to the top.

"Libi."

Qiu Zhen still looked up at the red flag fluttering on the top of the flagpole, as if he was about to stare at a hole.

Bi Xia has raised the flag before. He has been an outstanding student representative since he was a child.

He didn't lack such an opportunity, and Zeng Menghan was allowed to give a speech under the national flag of his class.

Zeng Menghan's voice spread to every corner of the campus through the radio, while Qiu Zhen was still looking at the national flag.

He stared at it for a minute, then looked away and asked Bi Xia quietly: "Where is the agreed flag raising?"

Bi Xia browsed through his weekly task list, and probably knew what he was thinking.

"Start this afternoon, close in the evening, rise early, and also close in special weather conditions. I will teach up to Class [-] on Saturday."

After Bi Xia explained in a low voice, it was only after Qiu Zhen realized that the raising of the emotional flag is the raising of the flag, but there is no flag-raising ceremony?

"how do you know?"

"Director Gao said it last night."

"Aren't you in a daze?"

"Director Gao has reported your name."

"Why am I not impressed?"

Of course I have no impression, Bi Xia was thinking about Mr. Xia in a daze, and Qiu Zhen was thinking about Bi Xia in a daze.

He looked at the boys in uniform under the national flag, and considered the possibility of joining the flag guard team. He heard that the team changed every year and was selected for the second year of high school.

Most of the books in the school library are old, and Bi Xia found a few medical-related books by following the codes, which seemed to be donated by alumni.

These books are not broken, but yellow and dusty. When he went to borrow them, the librarian looked at him strangely.

There is nothing related to Grandpa's illness, he is just calming himself down in his own way.

After all, it was an area he had never been exposed to, and it was not a popular science book, so it was a little difficult for him to read it.

When the class bell rang, Bi Xia put the book back in the drawer, still pondering over the above words in his mind, when he figured it out, he suddenly raised his head, just in time to meet the teacher's eyes on the podium.

The history teacher's words suddenly disappeared in the middle, and the students all looked at her strangely. She recalled what she had just said, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she smiled and said, "Student Bi Xia kept his head down just now, but suddenly raised his head. I thought I was talking about something." Wrong, stop and recall."

Everyone laughed, Bi Xia also showed a shallow smile, but there was a lingering sorrow in his eyes.

"It's easy to get confused when I'm old. If I say something wrong, you have to remind me and don't laugh secretly."

She made fun of herself and then retracted the topic and continued the lecture.

Basically, everything in class can't be hidden from Lao Ban, and with Director Gao's words that day, he was sure that Bi Xia had some problems, but instead of looking for Bi Xia, he looked for Qiu Zhen.

Qiuzheng told the truth.

Lao Ban frowned and thought for a moment, and decided not to talk to him anymore. Bi Xia has strong self-control, and he will not indulge himself. Now this situation cannot be solved by him talking, and maybe it will add more pressure to him.

He said the same thing as Mr. Xia: "Then pay more attention to him these two days, and tell me if there is anything."

Qiu Zhen did what he said, in order not to leave him for a moment, he even changed his weekly duty with him.

The class that Bi Xia followed was a repetition class, Class C of the third year of high school, and Qiu Zheng found someone to change to the class next to him, Class B of the third year of high school.

Eye exercises require staff on duty to go to each shift to maintain order, so Qiu Zhen didn't bother to take care of it. After turning off the lights for class b, he ran to the door of class c to chat with Bi Xia.

"Hey, look, their class slogan is interesting."

Bi Xia glanced at the back of the classroom, and there was a line of red letters pasted on both sides of the clock on the back blackboard, which read together: Senior three lays the foundation, senior four, nine, eighty-five

After Qiuzhen finished speaking, Xia stared at him, making Qiuzhen's heart tremble: "What's wrong?"

"You..." Bi Xia was a little hesitant. It was his personal choice whether to repeat or not, and he had no right to interfere, but this was Qiu Zhen after all, and he was at the same table: "Do you want to repeat?"

"No, I'm only freshman in high school. I think it's funny to repeat what I want to say."

"Oh."

Bi Xia seemed to be lacking in interest, and Qiu Zhen thought about it too. As far as his grade of being at the same table, let alone 985, Bei Qing could do it at his fingertips.

Repeat?It is more realistic for him to skip a grade.

At this time, in the classroom of class C, many people were posing for eye exercises, covering their eyes with their hands, but their eyelids were lifted, and they were all looking at the two students at the door.

Class C is a liberal arts class. Compared with fresh graduates, the ratio of male to female is relatively balanced, but overall there are still more females than males.

On the first day when Bi Xia arrived in their class, they dug out everyone's background. The study committee member of the eighth class of senior one, the chairman of the student union, took the first place in the exam three times, and there were three major exams in the first grade.

The handwriting is also good-looking, which they had appreciated when they saw him write the notice on the first day.

There was a video conference that day, Bi Xia turned off the lights and stood by the door watching the TV in a daze.He is probably the only one watching TV in the class, and everyone in the class is either doing their own thing or watching him.

The girl sitting by the door called him a junior. Bi Xia looked at her, and she smiled and pointed to a question in the homework book at hand: "I don't know how, will my junior know?"

She pointed casually, pointing to a multiple-choice question, Bi Xia glanced at it, and reported the answer directly.

She was a little surprised: "So fast?"

Bi Xia stopped talking.

She didn't have the correct answer either, so she could only flip through the book, and suddenly realized, isn't this the third book?According to the progress, shouldn't you learn this in the first year of high school?Or is it that a master of learning is a self-taught person who is far ahead of others?

After that, he received more attention when he came to class c.

If it was really Beiqing, Qiu Zhen was confused for a moment, and he probably could barely manage to be in the same city as his deskmate.

Bi Xia went to the phone booth every day after dinner, made five phone calls and finally received the news of the diagnosis. It was benign and could be surgically removed.

Bi Xia heaved a sigh of relief, the string that had collapsed for five days finally let go.

As Mr. Xia said, it is benign and only needs to be removed, so it is not a big problem.