Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

When the personnel who went abroad for exchange confirmed for the second time, Bi Xia crossed out his name from the list. For this reason, the teacher who was in charge of this project came to talk to him. Is there any difficulty?

Bi Xia said: "I've been there many times, I'll leave the opportunity to my classmates."

Qiu Zhen didn't know that his deskmate almost left him and went across the sea.

His whole mind is now on the basketball game.The players for the basketball game were selected early in the morning, and after a few weeks of practice, he was suddenly injured and unable to play, and the other players were under a lot of pressure.

Fortunately, they still have two substitutes. Although the difference in strength is not small for temporary substitutions, this kind of competition is all about participation. From injury to the next one is easy and peaceful.

Before the game, Gao Bo said to Qiu Zhen: "Brother Qiu, just watch it. If you don't go, we will bring you back the championship."

Then he injured his knee in the first game.

Qiuzheng: ...

How familiar.

The last relay in the sports meeting was also a problem with him. At that time, Bi Xia was asked to replace him. Qiu Zhen still remembered Bi Xia's appearance.

Gao Bo was also a little embarrassed, and bought a drink for everyone to drink.

Now they have no substitutes, and there can be no accidents.

However, the most unavoidable thing in this world is accidents.

At the end of the second game, Chen Chu was injured again. The court was prone to situations, not to mention that the opponent deliberately pushed him, the foul player was sent off, and Chen Yuan suffered extensive bruises on his knees and elbows.

Chen Chu was dragged so tightly that he didn't rush up to find someone to settle the score. He followed his brother to the infirmary, and before leaving, he glanced at the offender, who returned him a provocative smile.

He did it on purpose.

Chen Chu turned his head and walked more and more slowly, then suddenly turned his head, Chen Yuan kept looking at his cousin, and then shouted: "Chen Chu!"

Chen Chu ignored it and continued walking towards the competition venue.

"You come back to me!"

Chen Chu walked faster and faster, walking faster and faster, all the way back to the arena, the person who had just fouled under the basket was drinking water, Chen Chu went up and lifted his water glass with one hand, dragged the person up, and dragged him two steps forward.

He made a move suddenly, Xu Wei didn't realize it and choked a mouthful of water into his trachea, before he even had time to cough, he was dragged to the ground by Chen Chu and punched him twice in the stomach.

It was only at this time that his companion realized that it was impossible to sit idly by and go up to the left and right to restrain Chen Chu.

Qiu Zhen couldn't play by himself, but he was there for every game, sitting under the opposite basket and watching them play. At this time, the students from Class [-] gathered around him to discuss who would play in the next game.

Suddenly there was a commotion over there, and they rushed to watch the billiards. Qiuzheng sat with bad eyesight, and Qi Jiale reacted the fastest. , to avenge Da Yuan!"

Ulala, a few people under the basket in Class [-] who had reacted, jumped up. Qiu Zhen grabbed his crutches and rushed over. His posture was so dexterous that he didn't look like a "disabled person" with a plaster cast.

So the fight turned into a gang fight.

In fact, there were only a few who really fought, most of them went up to fight, but they all had their own natural positions, and they were destined to only pull sideways, and those who took the opportunity to kick or step on did not do less.

The field became more and more lively.

The referee was an officer of the sports department. He was so dumbfounded that he forgot to blow his whistle.

Seeing Bi Xia approaching, he blankly called out "President" and then consciously gave up his seat to him.

Bi Xia picked up the loudspeaker, and said in an emotionless voice: "Xu Wei, Yu Chengyi, Xue Rong, Class [-], Senior High."

The people whose names were called stopped in reflex, and the students in Class [-] saw that they were distracted, so they took the opportunity to beat them hard.

"Ow—"

The person who was beaten realized that he was about to fight back, and Bi Xia started talking again: "Chen Chu, Qi Jiale, Class [-], Grade [-]," and after a barely noticeable pause: "Qiu Zhen."

It's fair to have three names on one side, ignoring the fact that the three in class nine are all players.

He called the roll one after another, and the people on the field were not fools, and they all stopped slowly. Bi Xia continued, "Follow me to the Political and Religious Office."

"hiss--"

The onlookers all took a deep breath, isn't it too ruthless?

The students in Class Nine came to their senses: "Why do you leave as soon as you say?"

Just as the referee was about to chime in, Qiu Zhen slowly put away the crutch he was holding horizontally in his hand, leaned on it, and smiled dangerously: "Let's go."

other people:……

What's wrong?Are you still in a hurry to go to the political and educational office?

The three students from Class [-] cooperated very well, and the students from Class [-] also walked to the side of the court to wait for Bi Xia. After walking a few steps, they realized that it wasn't right, isn't that student union chairman from Class [-]?

But the walk is down, and it looks even silly to walk back.

Several people blushed from holding back, especially Xu Wei, who was choking heavily just below that point, his throat was still sore, the most important thing was feeling aggrieved.

He is from a sports school, which is regarded as a special enrollment, and his classmates who are tall and big have made him suffer from such a disadvantage.

Just as it was about to explode, Bixia's leisurely words came from the loudspeaker: "Director Gao please handle it."

Xu Wei faltered again.

Bi Xia put down the loudspeaker and said to the referee: "Excuse me, the game continues."

He turned around and left with the six people. When passing by Qiu Zhen, his footsteps paused slightly, and it was rare for Qiu Zhen not to laugh and laugh with him.

To maintain the majesty of the president.

Several people walked out of the basketball court, and the court exploded all of a sudden. The girls screamed restrainedly, much more excited than when they watched the game just now.

Although the referee also wanted to shout a good job, but the fact is that Bi Xia called away three players from the ninth class, what else is there to play?

No, there are only two left in class eight.

The last two classes randomly found someone to make up the numbers, which is fair.

Everyone didn't pay attention to the game, the timer was pressed, and after 2 minutes, the game ended in a hurry. Only after the game was over, did someone realize that there were more than three fights in Class [-] just now?

"There are more than nine classes."

"But……"

"Don't be silly. Although Bi Xia is from Class [-], he is definitely not a person who pretends to be a public servant." After she finished speaking, she added: "He is really good-looking..."

The senior director of the Political and Education Department was not there, so they could go to the deputy director, but Bi Xia took them to the student union office.

There was someone on duty in the office, seeing him standing up and saying hello, Bi Xia nodded: "Is the conference room open?"

"Open."

Bi Xia took them to the meeting room.

"Wait for the senior director." He looked at them very calmly before going out: "There is no monitoring here, and you can continue if you don't hit enough. Damaged property will be compensated according to the price. There is a pen on the table and paper in the cabinet. You can also write a self-criticism in advance. "

After he went out, several people in Class [-] looked at the students in Class [-] who were locked up together, and they were a little puzzled. They really treat everyone equally?

After Director Gao came back, he criticized them severely, and finally said: "You all have to thank Bi Xia for stopping you in time and not causing any worse effects. Hand it over to the office."

Then he turned around and smiled kindly and proudly at Bi Xia, how much he scolded just now, and now he praised him so nicely, Bi Xia didn't change his expression the whole time.

As soon as they left the office, they were divided into two groups according to their class. After walking a few more steps, the four people in class eight also split back and forth and divided into two groups.

Qiu Zhen walked slowly, if Bi Xia would have thought that he could not walk fast before, but Qiu Zhen just proved to him on the playground that three legs can also be fast, and Bi Xia did not intend to help him when going down the stairs.

"Thanks."

"Are your legs okay?"

"fine."

Bi Xia nodded and stopped talking, Qiu Zhen was a little unsure what this meant?Angry or not?

After walking all the way, I came to a conclusion that I was not happy, but I was still willing to communicate.

Severity index: three stars

Countermeasures: Stalking as if nothing happened

Chen Yuan is injured but the game is not over yet.

In the classroom of Class [-], a group of people gathered around Qiuzheng's table, discussing who to play for the rest of the game, at least one more.

In a similar scene, everyone turned their attention to Bi Xia, this time Bi Xia was very straightforward: don’t go

So they looked at Qiu Zhen again, and Qi Jiale winked: You said

Qiu Zhen probably knew what he was worried about. On the basketball court, he must wear short-sleeved summer clothes or basketball uniforms, and physical contact cannot be avoided when playing. Wearing short-sleeved sleeves means skin-to-skin physical contact.

It's no wonder that Bi Xia can accept the greasy feeling of sweating even if he squeezes a bus.

In the afternoon, Qiuzheng dragged Bi Xia into the dormitory: "Come, come, I'll show you my baby."

Bi Xia: "..."

Qiu Zhen closed the door, and then took out a long-sleeved white T-shirt from the closet: "It's spacious, it won't affect your performance, the key is the long sleeves, so you won't touch anyone."

"so?"

"So you're thinking about basketball?"

Bi Xia took the T-shirt and looked at it for a while, his clothes were all slim fit, not so baggy, looking up, it was Qiu Zhen's looking forward to it.

He gently rubbed the clothes on his hand: "I won't."

"It doesn't matter, believe me, you are definitely the highest level among the rest of our class."

"I can't get the first place."

The preamble did not match the afterword, but Qiu Zhen understood it. If he wanted to go, he had to do his best, and he was doomed not to get the first place, so he didn't go.

"How can you say that? Don't you see that you didn't win the first place in the 5000-meter sports meeting?" He automatically ignored Bi Xiatian's morning exercise after he failed to win the first place, and persuaded him earnestly: "We must carry forward the spirit of sportsmanship and focus on In participation, friendship comes first, competition comes second.”

"Friendship first?"

The person who was still fighting on the playground yesterday gave up the fancy tricks and said sincerely: "You won't be able to keep the top four if you don't come."

Bi Xia looked down at the T-shirt in his hand and Qiu Zhen's clothes again.

"You want me to go?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Let others see our Xiaoxia's strength."

Bi Xia smiled and nodded.

Qiu Zhen raised his eyebrows at him: "Try?"

Bi Xia pulled the curtains, but Qiu Zhen didn't expect him to change them here, according to his habit, it shouldn't be.

Before he could figure out why, Bi Xia's hands were crossed left and right on the hem of his clothes, and Qiu Zhen coughed: "Should I avoid suspicion?"

Bi Xia paused for a moment, then took off his school uniform: "It's up to you."

with me?

Caught off guard, the delicate and beautiful butterfly bones came into view again, and Qiu Zhen's mind exploded, as if something had exploded, he hurriedly looked away, and after a while he looked over quietly when Bi Xia had already put on his T-shirt.

Once the T-shirt is covered, nothing can be seen.

Pity.

The three words flashed across his mind in a flash, and Qiu Zhen met Bi Xia's eyes before he could catch them.

With a questioning look in his eyes, Qiu Zhen immediately stood up straight even though he was limping: "It looks good."

"That will not be paid back."

Qiu Zhen was stunned, this is his tablemate?Why did you still do the thing of bullying people's clothes?

How can this work? !

"I bought this one last year, why don't I go back and buy you a new one?"