Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Bi Xia shook his head and refused, he didn't like the baggy clothes, and he only wore them because of the word Qiu Zhen.

He also took out a sweater from the dormitory and gave it to Qiu Zhen, and Qiu Zhen knew it was for him just by looking at the size.

The logo is still there, new.

"Give it to me?"

"Ah."

So just now Bi Xia took his clothes to exchange with him?

Even if Bi Xia agreed to go to the competition, the time left for them to practice was only one hour before the competition.

One game lasts 10 minutes, and there are still two more games before the start of the game. They made appointments with four classes to practice.

Qiuzheng sat under the opposite basket, watched them play, and laughed while watching them.

Bi Xia was wearing a wide T-shirt, and he looked a bit small, but he was not short. Among the six players on the field, he was the second tallest, with flexible movements and good jumping ability, intercepting many balls.

After he got the ball, he seldom passed it out, regardless of whether he could score or not, he just shot directly. The remaining two people in Class [-] tried to limit their opponents for him with a bitter face.

Two people from class [-] cooperated with him as much as possible and fought around him, and those from class [-] also unknowingly started targeting him, until the end of a game, the five people all surrounded Bi Xia.

After beating them, they went to Qiuzheng, waiting for Brother Qiu to give an analysis.

Qiu Zhen took out two bottles of mineral water from the box next to him and threw them out, then unscrewed another bottle and handed it to Bi Xia.

Bi Xia took Shui Qiuzheng and teased him with a smile in his eyes: "Are you handsome alone? You are already so good-looking, give others a chance."

"..."

In the practice again, Bi Xia tried to pass the ball. As Qiu Zhen said, it is easy to be robbed when passing the ball, but it will be fine if you grab it back.

He played more games but less team activities, and this kind of cooperation with increased risks felt a bit strange.

Qiuzheng under the opposite basket was watching him.

This game was against Class 12. They won the last game against Class 9. There was a bit of luck in it, and this round was still good. Although the three of them barely cooperated, they still defeated their opponents by a small margin.

Qiu Zhen was not idle while sitting on the court. Looking at the overall situation, he shouted "pass to the right", "be careful behind" and "beautiful" from time to time, and the coach commanded the whole scene.

After the game, he was the first one to pass the towel and the water: "Are you tired?"

Bi Xia didn't like to sweat, his white T-shirt was half wet, and he wasn't like other people, he would pull up his clothes to wipe his sweat from time to time on the court, and the sweat slid down his cheeks and fell into the front of his shirt.

He was about to take the towel, Qiu Zhen stuffed water into his hand, then raised his hand to wipe his sweat directly, his hand was a bit heavy, he used the soft towel like sandpaper, Bi Xia dodged slightly and he The understanding will ease the strength.

"It's a pity that I can't go, otherwise I will play with you."

Bi Xia also felt a little bit of fun playing, thinking that if his teammate was Qiu Zhen, it would be more fun.

He looked at Qiu Zhen and said seriously, "I'll wait for you."

When you are well, let's play together.

Gao Bo's injury was not serious, and he was almost healed in the past two days. Then Bi Xia took turns with him, and finally Class 4 won No.[-].

Just got a certificate.

This time, the sports committees of each class went up to collect the awards. Qiu Zhen had a leave note, and he could stay in the classroom during the big break, but he must not miss the award.

So the [-] sports committees and teachers who received the awards stood up on the stage, and then Qiu Zhen came late on crutches.

After presenting the awards, the physical education teacher said earnestly: "Students should pay attention to safety when playing basketball. Sports are for physical exercise, and injury is not good."

The audience laughed.

When the old class was in class, he saw the extra certificates at the back of the classroom.

"Win the fourth place in the basketball game? Do you want to avenge your shame?"

To be honest, everyone didn't feel that there was any shame in needing snow. Sporadic people whispered their thoughts, hesitating, and there was a trace of uncertainty in their voices.

Lao Ban said: "I heard that you guys were fighting in groups on the basketball court, I thought you were quite concerned."

Of course, they didn't expect to hide the fight from Lao Ban, but they thought it was over after not mentioning it for so long, and they didn't expect to be waiting here.

Immediately, someone yelled "I want to", and other students also realized that the old class didn't just settle accounts after autumn, it was clear that they wanted them to say they wanted to, so they quickly expressed their ambitions.

The old class was very satisfied with everyone's interest, and asked again: "Do you want to."

"miss you!"

resounded through the sky.

"There will be a recitation competition next, but that's not what I'm going to talk about. After the recitation competition, there is an ancient poetry dictation competition that everyone must participate in. The total score of the class is linked to everyone."

The classroom was full of wailing, the old class's expression remained unchanged, he was still smiling: "Is the anthology of ancient poems still available? I sent them out as soon as the semester started last semester. I've been reciting them for more than half a year. How are you doing?"

how about it?

Of course it wasn't very good, the rest of the morning reading time was spent reciting ancient poems, which wasn't enough, and the sound of reading in Class [-] didn't stop.This lively scene is comparable to reciting the pipa before.

Everyone is preparing to write ancient poems silently, and the only one in the class who doesn't worry about this is Bi Xia, who is naturally given the important task of poetry recitation.

Therefore, Bi Xia looked at the collection of modern poems in the "Xiaoxiao Evening Rain Zigui Cry" and "The Lonely Guest Hears It First" in the classroom.

The most obvious voice in my ears is Qiu Zhen's voice: "Thirteen can weave, fourteen learn to tailor clothes..."

Qiu Zhen has been reading this for the past few days. Does he particularly like the first paragraph of "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast"?

Qiu Zhen didn't like it at all, but maybe because he didn't like it, he couldn't memorize this paragraph for a long time. "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast" is the first article in the whole book. It's so long that I don't believe that others can memorize it. They must skip it and go straight to the back.

But Brother Qiu is not someone who will easily admit defeat!

He even got into a fight with "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast", and it was the day of the silent writing competition.

Qi Jiale was extremely anxious holding the book that had been turned upside down: "Brother Qiu, how is your memorization going?"

"It's okay." Qiu Zhen answered casually as he turned his pen.

"The Peacock Flies to the Southeast" memorized one-fifth of it.

"I've only memorized half of it. Alas, it's a good thing I didn't take the first few long poems. Otherwise, I don't know how long it would take me to memorize "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast."

Qiu Zhen's hand that was turning the pen stopped, and asked word by word: "What did you say?"

"Ah? What are you talking about? "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast" is very long?"

Nonsense, if it is not long, can he memorize it for so many days?

Qiu Zhen lost interest in speaking and waved his hand to say goodbye unilaterally. Qi Jiale said in his mouth: "When others laugh at me, I am too coquettish, but when I laugh at it, others can't see through." He walked away.

Qiu Zhen sighed, it seems that this dictation still depends on the deskmate.

The dictation competition is similar to an exam, one paper, one hundred questions, and the head teacher of each class disrupts the invigilation of other classes.The invigilator for Class [-] was the head teacher of Class [-]. She was not the teacher of the class, and everyone was not familiar with her, but since she was on the same floor, she knew a little bit.

I heard it was a bit fierce.

She sat on the podium to correct her homework, looked up at the classroom from time to time, and continued to criticize if there was no problem.

Bi Xia’s desk was clean, and there was only one paper with clear handwriting. Qiu Zhen looked very convenient. The only problem was that he had to read a sentence several times. Not well written.

"Left to the yellow, right..." What's the matter with the right?Isn't it the left green dragon and the right white tiger?

Forget it, Qiu Zhen put down this question and turned over the paper, writing the rest first.

After Bi Xia read it for the last time, he put it face up on the table. After Qiu Zhen finished writing, he coughed lightly, and Bi Xia turned the page without changing his expression.

After the teacher collected the papers and walked out of the classroom, Qiu Zhen immediately hugged Bi Xia and did not let go, muttering something.

Qi Jiale couldn't hear what he said, he was standing far away, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Has Brother Qiu been like this before?"

Qi Jiale recalled Qiu Zhen in junior high school. Although he was very popular, everyone was actually a little afraid of him. Who was this person who hugged his deskmate and never let go?

"what?"

Dong Jie went in without knowing it.

"Is he as good as the school committee?"

It turned out that he was talking about Brother Qiu: "Aren't they always nice?"

"is it?"

"Yes, they are at the same table."

"That's right...not right! Did he hug the boy Loulou before?"

Dong Jie is not from the same junior high school as them, so he doesn't understand these things, but...

"Did you forget that they went to Japan together at that time?"

There are two boys in the last row in the middle of the classroom in Class [-] of Senior High School, who do not study at night and hug each other.

cuddle hug...

It really is.

He shook his head, no longer thinking about what was there or what was not.

The teachers in No. [-] Middle School corrected the papers as quickly as ever, and the dictation results came out the next night, and the top [-] went to the large conference room of the administration building to participate in the finals.

When Qiu Zhen heard his name from Lao Ban, he had only one thought: he copied it.

He couldn't help but scolded: "They are all hot chickens. Dad has memorized Peacock Southeast Flying for so long and still made it into the top [-]."

He didn't even think about who he copied.

Nine people from the eighth class entered the top 9. This score is very, very good in the ordinary class, and the face of the old class is simply radiant.

He might not know how Qiu Zhen got his grades, but if cheating is something that needs to be done now, why not take this opportunity to let him memorize a few poems.

So Lao Ban patted Qiu Zhen on the shoulder kindly: "Work hard, come on in the final."

Qiuzhen: "..."

The old class continued: "Don't worry, the final questions are more difficult, but most of them are selected from the ancient poetry selection, as long as you get [-] points, you will be the third prize."

Qiuzhen: "..."

If I had known this, why bother.

Bi Xia already knew that he didn't like "The Peacock Flies to the Southeast", and also knew that he was not prepared at all, so he highlighted the book that he had no trace of at all, and then gave the book to him.

Qiu Zhen put aside his book, which had more pictures than words, and roughly flipped through Bi Xia's book. The number was still considerable, but it was definitely much easier than memorizing the whole book.

God does not disappoint everyone who works hard, and Qiuzhen will pass in the finals.

In this competition, the eighth class had one first prize, one second prize, and six third prizes. They came back with the first place in the parallel class, and the old class was very satisfied.

The fight on the court was lightly exposed.

Qiu Zhen didn't bring a mobile phone, so Qiu's mother asked the old class about the situation when she couldn't contact him. After asking the old class, she took the initiative to mention the ancient poetry dictation competition, and she thanked the teacher for his cultivation while sending a message to Qiu's father.

Never mind what's going on, let's show off first.

Qiu's father slowly put the cultural relics back into the box, and took off the white cotton gloves.

What's the meaning?Even if you don’t like Chinese and history, why do you favor one over another?

Two days later, Lao Ban brought back a package for Qiu Zhen, which contained a thick stack of materials, which was a chronology of major events in Chinese history, from the legendary Three Emperors and Five Emperors to the founding of New China, which was very detailed.Probably in consideration of his examination needs, a chronology of major events in world history was attached to it.

Qiuzheng: ...

What do you mean?

He had a headache watching it, even though his father is a great professor, he gave all the materials, but from a practical point of view it was far inferior to Bixia's induction. Go shopping.

Go buy him new clothes.

He couldn't help but think of the way Bi Xia changed clothes that day with his back to him, the dim dormitory with the curtains drawn, the beautiful Butterfly Valley in the dim light, and the waist that was not much wider than the palm of his hand.

Very thin, but not too thin, simply put, it looks good.

Qiu Zhen himself didn't know that the original glance had such a deep impression on him.

Qiu Zhen suddenly felt a little regretful, his tablemate himself said that it didn't matter, he was embarrassed, so he should seize the opportunity to take a closer look, and by the way, see if Bi Xia has abdominal muscles from the front, and who he compares to.

No, he had seen it, that time in the bathroom when he accidentally pulled the wrong curtain.

But he couldn't remember, he just remembered that he was very white.

And on that day, Bi Xia told him that he liked boys.