Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Seeing the person leave helplessly, Qiu Zhen felt a little angry and miscalculated.

He didn't stay in school this week, and he didn't write a word of homework from last night to this morning, so he went back to school early in the afternoon.

Bi Xia also arrived early, the old principal Xia was going to have a wedding banquet in the evening, and Bi Xia went to the school library to soak after lunch.

No. [-] Middle School attaches great importance to grades, requires students to focus on their studies, and does not even encourage reading more extracurricular books, so the library is not big, basically just a decoration, and it is very different from the library in his previous school that was comparable to a university.

Most of the books in the library were very old. Bi Xia glanced over and found a few books similar to "Folk Ghost Stories", and there were basically colorful romance novels stuffed in the corner.

It can be seen that No. [-] Middle School does not attach importance to the library.

Bi Xia turned around and came out empty-handed, the librarian didn't raise his head.

He went up the stairs to the reading room on the third floor.Every two weeks, the old class will take a Chinese class and bring them to the reading room, and the reading notes happen to be handed in every two weeks.

Most of the people in the reading room on weekends are doing their homework. It is inevitable that there will be some noise in the classroom without restraint. This is different here. The reading room must be kept quiet no matter what time of day it is.

Bi Xia took two poetry magazines and sat down to read them. He never took notes when he read the books, and he didn't like to leave marks on the books. After finishing a book, there were often few creases.

As the name suggests, "Poetry Magazine" is a poetry magazine. After simply reading through two volumes, he got up to change the book and replaced it with "Prose".

Qiu Zhen was immersed in his homework, while Qi Jiale chattered to him about his experience of staying overnight last night.

He casually typed a draft in the blank space of the paper, while responding a few times perfunctorily.

After Bi Xia finished "Prose", the sun was finally setting.

Qiu Zhen glanced at the sky and realized that it would be too late if this went on.

"Have you finished your homework?"

"What does Brother Qiu want? I didn't write English myself."

Qiu Zhen glanced at the blackboard: "Then bring everything except mathematics and English."

Qi Jiale took homework for him and brought him meals consciously.

Bi Xia went to the cafeteria alone, ate alone, and returned to the classroom alone.

It got dark quickly, and when he went to the cafeteria, the setting sun stretched his shadow very long, and when he returned to the classroom, the shadows of different shades under the street lamp intertwined.

"Hello, school committee!"

Bi Xia turned back, it was Qi Jiale, Bi Xia nodded, his thin lips parted slightly, Qi Jiale had already half-run away, leaving him with a cheerful back.

Bi Xia looked away and continued to walk towards the classroom alone.

In the classroom, Qiu Zhen was writing quickly, and the homework book was spread out a bit thickly, with his own on the top and someone else’s on the bottom, so he opened it from time to time to take a look, and then continued to write.

Bi Xia glanced at him, thinking of Qiu Zhen blocking him at the corner today, it was a bit funny.This person has a lot of problems and wants to catch him.

Qiu Zhen wrote an English homework with many multiple-choice questions, so he copied it quickly.After he finished copying, he passed on two of the three homeworks together—he referenced two of them at the same time.

Bi Xia walked forward with a stack of homework, and put down some of it on every table he passed.The homework for mathematics every week is a paper that the teacher sorted out and collected. The teachers in the mathematics group take turns to set the questions, and the grades are uniform.

The only homework that Qiu Zhen did seriously was math, but their math teacher was Director Gao, who was very busy, how to hand in the papers and how to hand them out.

Before analyzing the papers, he reported the answers first, and then reported the question number and asked the students to raise their hands when they reported the topics that needed to be covered. He decided to speak or not based on the number of people, and to what extent.

Qiu Zhen felt that only the last question of this paper was a bit difficult, but it was not to the point where the teacher needed a special analysis, which was a bit boring.

He turned his head to look at Bi Xia, who was still so serious, holding a blue pen in his hand while listening and writing, stopping to think from time to time.

Qiu Zhen was a little uncertain about his level, saying that his grades were not good, but he was very serious in class and did his homework on time.

But his grades are good, and his books are really clean. He doesn't have the dense small characters that should be in the textbooks of the legendary middle school masters.

Bi Xia seemed to have sensed something, turned his head to look over, and Qiu Zhen looked at him innocently, as if asking him: What are you looking at me for?

Bi Xia turned his attention to the paper again, and he could only make two mistakes on a question at most, which was the bottom line.

Counting the military training this week is the fourth week, there are a total of four groups of people in the class for cleaning, and one group takes turns every week.

Sanitary cleaning areas include classroom corridors and outdoor dry areas.There are only four people left in the classroom corridor, and the large contract area is the key point.

All the sanitation in No. [-] Middle School, including the toilets, are done by the students. Class [-] took out two parcels. One is the grassland behind the teaching building, and you only need to pick up garbage. The other is at the school gate, and the workload is relatively heavy. six people.

When the labor committee arranged, they were basically grouped according to the seats, and Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen were arranged together.

Everyone was very excited to be able to leave the school, even to go out to clean up, chasing after each other with brooms.

They have to clean the sidewalks around the entire wall. There is not much garbage, mainly fallen leaves. This season is quite easy.

"A good chance to skip class."

I don't know who sighed, and everyone echoed.But that's all for talking, it makes them skip class, but they dare not.

Qiuzheng was different, he didn't make a sound, and when everyone realized that there were fewer people, he had already returned with a cup of milk tea.

He made a start, and every day after that, someone asked the person who left the school gate to clean up to bring things.

They negotiated that the goal was too big for too many people, and only one person would go each time. When they came back, they would go directly to the school gate with too many things and they would be caught. They would put them on the green belt in the fence first, and then take them after entering the school.

They also named the place where the smuggled items were temporarily stored, called Base No. [-].

Cameras are installed on the school’s wall, claiming that there are no blind spots, but usually the security guards focus on several gates, and the No. [-] base is not conspicuous under the cover of plants.

In order not to be discovered by the teacher, the students in Class [-] not only secretly drank, but also threw it directly into the school garbage room after drinking, trying not to leave any evidence.

Not everyone likes to drink milk tea, but for students who are strictly controlled in all aspects, it feels good to keep a little secret together.

Bi Xia had never participated in their secret operations, and was also given a cup of milk tea. The intention of buying was obvious, and he did not refuse.

The sweet essence made him frown, and the translucent pearls were soft but chewy.This feels a little foreign.

Next week will be the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival holidays. There will be seven days of classes this week. On Sundays, the teams will be changed every week. The people who sweep the floor outside the school will change.

But the behavior of smuggling snacks did not stop, and even became more rampant. Bi Xia glanced at the culprit around him, and Qiu Zhen was unconscious.

The class on Sunday is next Tuesday, which includes their first art class since the beginning of school.

The school has a special art classroom, but it is not for them, it is for art students to practice.They are still in the classroom.

The art teacher is male, with a beard and medium-length hair. After introducing himself, he apologized to everyone: the two missing periods of the art class are due to his personal reasons - he went to hold an art exhibition.

So in the first art class, he took everyone to see his solo exhibition through ppt.When class was over, everyone was applauding, but there was no movement on the left side. Bi Xia turned his head and saw that Qiu Zhen was lying on the table, covering his ears with one hand, sleeping soundly.

It was the first vacation after school started, and it was a long vacation of nearly five days. The classmates who had a good relationship had already started to arrange dinner parties.

Qiuzheng is very popular, obviously, except for Qi Jiale, he doesn't have much communication with others, and Qi Jiale still sticks to him on his own initiative, but for some reason, everyone loves to call him at dinner parties.

Qiuzheng didn't go home during the holidays, and his parents went on a trip, so he basically didn't refuse all invitations to go if he could.

The consequence of crazy play is that most people are not in good spirits and look tired on the day of returning to school on Friday.

When the work was summed up in the evening, the old class shook a few homework registers in his hand and said in disbelief: "This week there will be a monthly exam, and I guessed that you won't review when you go home, but you haven't even finished your homework?"

"Bi Xia summed up the list. If there is a name on it, I will copy [-] words from the textbook. If there is an extra name, add [-] words. Any textbook will do. English is counted by word, and the number will be halved."

There was some gasping from the seat.

The old class spoke again: "Do you think the law does not punish the public? It's a beautiful idea, but if you work hard together, this punishment can be reduced as appropriate.

Eleven ordinary classes, No.6 is the middle, let's use this line as the benchmark, the total average score of the monthly exam class is No.6, all punishments remain the same, one place ahead, copying minus [-] words, down Add [-] characters to the last name. "

After he finished speaking, he looked at everyone: "Of course, you can also choose not to take this risk, and everything will follow what I just said."

Everyone thinks this method is good, at least there is still a direction to work hard, and the old class said so, obviously this copying does not need to be handed in immediately.

"What if the teacher loses the word count?"

"Then you should at least take the third place in the exam. But you reminded me that this is unfair to the students who have done their homework seriously."

No one said anything, even if someone had finished all their homework at this time, they would not speak.

"Where is the school committee? It should be finished, right? What do you think should be done?"

Bi Xia is writing the end of the short play, and the manuscript can be handed in after returning this week.Suddenly being called, he put down his pen and stood up, all eyes in the classroom were on him.

He wrote lightly: "Isn't it supposed to be finished?"

Qiu Zhen seemed to see the taciturn but sharp-edged Bi Xia in the billiard room, and he didn't hide his arrogance at all.He actually felt that such a deskmate looked more pleasing to the eye, um, that is, relatively speaking.

The monthly exam in No. 36 Middle School is the first formal exam in a semester, and it is divided into exam rooms.Only [-] desks are left in the classroom, and the rest are placed in the corridor outside the classroom.

In this way, only 36 people can stay in the classroom for self-study, and the rest will go to the laboratory building and comprehensive building for exams and self-study.

The list of sub-examination rooms came out early in the morning and was posted on the blackboard at the back of the classroom.Qiu Zhen was the first to look at the positional relationship.

Bi Xia's student number is No. [-], and he also saw it at a glance.They are divided into one examination room, all on the side of the teaching building

The monthly exam is scheduled from Wednesday to Friday, and the exam room needs to be cleaned up on Tuesday afternoon.

All the tables were piled up together, and the classroom was instantly emptier.Both Qiuzheng and Bixia were arranged to mop the floor in the classroom.

When Qiu Zhen came back from washing the mop, Bi Xia had already started it, and he glanced at his deskmate after mopping for a while.

He also saw that Bi Xia had such a personality, he didn't care about others, and drew a circle to isolate himself from others.

Qiu Zhen felt that he was a magnanimous person, so he didn't care about the previous things, but how to talk to him...

"Range."

Bi Xia's mop is at Qiu Zhen's feet.

Qiu Zhen took a step away: "You—"

"You are in the way, change your position in a daze."

"not me--"

"busy?"

This obviously means that he doesn't want to talk to him or listen to him.It's hard for him, a quiet person, to talk so much in order to make him shut up.

Qiu Zhen thought angrily, this person deserves to be left alone.I don't even bother with him and take the initiative to talk to him, why is he still showing off?

Qiu Zhen was not interested in sticking his hot face against someone's cold butt, so he stopped talking and started mopping the floor.

Seeing that he had stopped, Bi Xia continued to drag, dragging, and there was an extra mop in front of him.He changed direction.After a few strokes, the black mop was lying in front of him again.

Inexplicably, Bi Xia thought of the person under the willow tree and the car he was leaning on that day.

This time he didn't move out of the way, but went straight up, but he didn't push.Looking up, Qiu Zhen smiled provocatively at him, baring his white teeth.

Bi Xia finally spoke: "... how old are you?"

"How old am I, haven't you seen it?"