Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

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

He suddenly spoke yellow accents, but Bi Xia didn't react at once, and was stunned for half a second. The word shameless was about to be uttered from his mouth, and Lao Ban's voice came from behind him.

"What are you doing? I saw the two of you playing with mops from a long distance. How old are you? After mopping the floor, you have to arrange tables and chairs, and Director Gao has to come over to check the examination room. I know you two have a good relationship, so stop playing."

The school radio station will play some music during every cleaning, and now it happens to be "You at the Same Table".

"...It was only by chance that I flipped through the photos and thought of you at the same table."

With such a background sound, coupled with Lao Ban's words, it was rare for the two of them to have the same emotion. After looking up at each other, they all looked away in disgust.

After they mopped the floor, the old class took out a pile of old newspapers from under the podium and let them lay them on the ground to absorb water, so that they could dry faster.

After absorbing the water, the newspaper filled three garbage bags, and the granite floor looked "white".

After finishing the examination room, there were a lot fewer people in the classroom during evening self-study.It is the first time to experience such an exam, and there is no teacher to review it, so many students are a little bit at a loss.

Fortunately, the old class has emphasized that one of the proposition indicators of the monthly exam is a wrong question.Obviously, the first and second grades of senior high school are interleaved. I don't know how the teacher who made the test completed this indicator.

No matter how the teacher prepares the paper, it is definitely right to read the wrong question.

Finally, he doesn't need to be cramped with people, Qiuzhen is very comfortable, his arms can be out of the table as much as he likes, and his legs can be placed in whichever way he likes, and he no longer has to worry about bumping into the people around him.

Speaking of the people around him, Qiu Zhen glanced to the right, and Bi Xia, who was next to him across the aisle, looked very focused.

There will be a Chinese test tomorrow morning, and a history and geography test in the afternoon. There are a lot of things to memorize. Most people are struggling with textbooks and notes, but Bi Xia's desk is full of math materials.

He was reading mathematics when the history teacher came, and he was still reading mathematics when the geography teacher came, and he loved mathematics deeply.

He didn't even start to write, he just flipped through the papers one by one. It's only been a month since the school started, and there aren't many papers, so he finished the papers quickly.He started flipping through his homework and textbooks again.Among the students who are immersed in the book, they seem a little different.

Isn't mathematics an acquired test?And is math so reviewed?Qiu Zhen began to doubt again, is this a top student or a scumbag?

The language test started at [-] o'clock on Wednesday morning, and everyone left the classroom to the examination room at [-]:[-].

Bi Xia brought two pens, a black pen, a 2b pencil, and no eraser.

After the paper was handed out, he didn't rush to read the questions, and filled in his personal information in the sealed line first.As soon as I wrote the pen, I felt something was wrong. The paper quality of this paper was not very good, and there was some ink bleeding.

After writing a few words, Bi Xia put the pen in front of his eyes, gently removed the paper fibers on the pen tip, and paid more attention when writing again.

After getting used to it for a while, after mastering the strength, Bi Xia wrote faster and faster. When most people were still doing reading comprehension, he had already written the outline of the essay on the draft paper.

"There is still an hour before the end of the exam. Students who have not written essays should hurry up."

Bi Xia glanced at his watch when he stopped writing, and there were nearly five or ten minutes left.

He was sitting by the window, and the students in front of him were writing very loudly. Every word was the passionate collision between the tip of the pen and the desktop through the test paper.

The classmates around him looked at him frequently, and some even covered their ears to conceive a composition, but he didn't notice it.

"Student, can you write lightly?"

Someone actually spoke in the examination room?

For a moment, many people's attention was focused on the speaker, they did not raise their heads, and listened attentively to the movement over there.

This lazy tone was very familiar, a name appeared in Bi Xia's mind, and when he looked sideways, it was indeed him.

The noise maker was still buried in writing, Qiu Zhen frowned, looking very impatient.

The invigilator walked over quickly, stopped at Qiuzheng's desk, and warned, "Don't talk during the exam."

However, before the words finished, Qiu Zhen spoke again: "The third classmate by the window, what about you?"

Some people can't help but look at him, warrior!

"This classmate! If you keep talking, it will be considered cheating." The invigilator obviously didn't expect him to be so bold. He lowered his face and raised his voice.

Qiu Zhen glanced at the teacher, his face was still cold, but he didn't speak again.

For the next few 10 minutes, the invigilator kept staring at him.And the sound of writing by the window didn't stop until the last minute.

The bell rang and it was time for the exam.

"It's time for the exam, please put down your pens, and answer the questions now for exam violations..."

The invigilator took the last answer sheet and announced that everyone could leave.

As soon as he left the classroom door, Wang Xin was patted on the shoulder from behind. He turned around suspiciously and found that he didn't know the classmate who patted him on the shoulder.

Qiu Zhen smiled at him: "Student, do you need to add two more sheets of paper for writing in the future?"

Wang Xin didn't realize what he meant at once: "What?"

Qiu Zhen patiently explained to him: "During the exam, you wrote too loudly, which affected me."

Wang Xin: "..."

"Next time, remember to fold the test paper and add a few more layers. The pen is stable and the words are correct. It is easy to slip when writing directly on the table?"

He looked like I knew it well, and those who didn't know thought he was a calligrapher.

I'm thinking of you inside and outside Qiuzhen's words, but Wang Xin is still not very happy, why does he want to say?However, after taking a look at Qiu Zhen's height and his smiling expression, he always felt that he could turn his back on him in a matter of minutes, and was scared.

He nodded, and Qiu Zhen didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and when he let go, he said, "Come on for the exam."

During the history exam in the afternoon, someone in the exam room wore earplugs, but it turned out that this student could not make a sound when writing.

Bi Xia did history faster than Chinese. The exam schedule was 10 minutes, and he only spent [-] minutes.

After checking the papers, he realized that the writing activity of the students in front of him was much quieter, and he somehow felt that it had something to do with Qiu Zhen.

Qiuzheng was also very fast in doing the papers. The difference from Bi Xia was that he did all the questions he knew how to do, and didn't struggle at all when he didn't know how to do them.

He attempted to hand in the paper after finishing, but was held down by the invigilator in the examination room.

"You are not allowed to hand in the papers in advance, and I won't stop you if you have to. But after the exam, I'll report it to your head teacher."

Qiu Zhen returned to his seat, let out a deep breath, then lay down on the table, turned his head and saw his deskmate.

This angle is too good. The person by the window is sitting upright, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, and his left hand is casually pressed on the test paper. Looking from the side, he only sees a perfectly contoured profile and clearly visible eyelashes.

The face is pretty, and so are the hands.

Beautiful things make people feel good, and Qiu Zhen's manic depression is suddenly much lighter.

Qiu Zhen suspects that his tablemate has his own buff, so let's forget that his body is always cool, but he can still look at it with peace of mind.

Mathematics, physics and politics tomorrow.I have only been in class for a month, and there are not many test points. Bi Xia has read the textbooks and has a rough idea.

Then he took out a math exercise book, which was his only extracurricular exercise book, and began to read the questions.

Qiuzheng was bored, with a book of wrong questions spread out on the table, spinning a Rubik's cube in his hands.

Lao Ban came in, but fortunately he was going through the front door this time.Qiu Zhen put the Rubik's Cube under the table quickly, turned over a page with a wrong question, found that the back was a blank page, and quickly turned it back to pretend to read it.

Old Ban walked around the classroom with his hands behind his back, and when he passed by Qiuzheng, he patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to go out.

Qiuzhen: "..."

His Rubik's Cube is still on his lap.

Their drawers are reversible, and the opening movement is relatively loud, so when he saw the head teacher coming in, his first reaction was to put it on his lap.

What's going on here?

In fact, at this time, it would be very convenient for my deskmate to help, but his deskmate was extremely indifferent.

Qiu Zhen waited for Lao Ban to go out before getting up, quickly stuffed the Rubik's Cube into the drawer, and then found that the cover of the table was up.

Qiuzhen: "..."

There are not so many books in the first year of high school that he can't put them down. It's all because he doesn't organize them normally.

Before leaving his seat, Qiu Zhen pressed down on the table cover twice before going out.

They were in the last row, except for those who deliberately paid attention to the movement here, they basically didn't see this scene. Bi Xia probably knew what was going on and didn't take it to heart.

Lao Ban took Qiu Zhen to the corridor to talk, and comforted him before talking: "I just want to understand the situation, don't be nervous.

Today's Chinese test, the invigilator told me that you talked in the test room.I heard from her that you still care about other people's writing? "

He was a little amused and said, "Are you so overbearing?"

"He's too noisy. You haven't seen him. The people around are eager to cover their ears. He may not mean it. I'll remind him out of concern among my classmates."

"Communicate this kind of thing after class, and strictly abide by the exam discipline during the exam. Teacher Dong told me this time, and next time I may directly report criticism to you."

Qiu Zhen nodded, and if this kind of thing happened again in the future, he would just leave get out of class and communicate with others in a friendly manner.

The old class patted him on the shoulder: "It looks taller than me, don't be impulsive in the future, take the exam well, this matter will pass, don't worry about it."

"Then teacher, should I go back and review first?"

The old class nodded.

Qiu Zhen went back to the classroom and continued to play Rubik's Cube.

The quality of this Rubik's Cube is good, and the sound of clicking and clicking is clear and rhythmic. It is rare for Bi Xia not to be irritable because of the noise around him.

There are only two days for the high school exams in February, and the classrooms will be tidied up after the exams on Thursday, and there are still two subjects to be tested in the first year of high school, English and chemistry.

The articles on English reading comprehension are so long that people doubt life. Bi Xia’s English in junior high school is taught by foreign teachers. The language environment is good, and he studies hard.With his current level, non-professional original texts are no problem, let alone a few reading comprehension articles.

Counting the listening comprehension, the English test took two and a half hours. He checked the answer sheet after finishing it, and there were 45 minutes left.

English is difficult, and chemistry is a bit beyond the standard. After the test, everyone's expressions were not very good-looking. After communicating with each other, they found that others were similar to themselves, and they all smiled happily.

The monthly exam is over!

That night, the representatives of each subject took the answers from the teacher and pasted them on the back blackboard, and the seats of Bi Xia and Qiu Zhen were crowded with people.

The old class saw that they were crowded in the back and said: "There should be no more than six people in the back. The seats are all empty, what does it look like?"

In this way, everyone is always paying attention to the back blackboard and getting up whenever there is space.Then, it's time to fight for speed, whoever arrives first will get the position.

They had a lot of fun and started running in the classroom. There was some noise in front of the back blackboard. Qiu Zhen was fine. He didn't have any homework today, so he just twisted the Rubik's Cube.Bixia turned out "Ulysses" from the back of the drawer expressionlessly.

When there are many people coming and going, it is inevitable that there will be some bumps. Qiu Zhen was bumped into the back of the chair for the third time and moved the chair forward.

He was sitting on the left, and the people who bumped into him were basically from the left. When he pulled the chair, he naturally leaned to the right. After pulling it, he realized that he was a little closer to the same table.

It was a bit close, so close that Bi Xia could touch the people around him as soon as he raised his hand, he turned his head in some surprise, and then found that his long-armed and long-legged deskmate had shrunk beside him in aggrieved manner at some point.

The autumn school uniforms have been issued, but Qiu Zhen still only wears short sleeves.There were many people around the seat, and the carbon dioxide exhaled was enough to raise the temperature, and Bi Xia's coat was folded neatly in the drawer.

All night, the two of them bumped their elbows.At first, he could still feel a body temperature different from his own, but as the number of times increased, Qiu Zhen realized why his tablemate's hands weren't cold anymore, instead they were covered with heat?

From retracting his hand at the first touch, to reading a book with his arm next to his deskmate blankly, Bi Xia only spent one evening self-study.