Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The recitation competition in the first year of high school is scheduled for the last day in April.

There are four to six participants in most classes, two in class three, three in class four, and the most special class is eight.

After the host announced the curtain, Bi Xia came onto the stage alone with a file folder. The light hit his body, which was a little dazzling. Bi Xia lowered his eyes and waited for the applause to subside.

After a long while, the audience returned to silence, and the light on the stage was dimmed a lot. Under the warm lighting, the people on the stage looked very soft.

"April."

The recitation required more than 5 minutes, so Bi Xia connected several poems in series, titled April. As soon as he spoke, the applause that had just subsided from the audience rang out again, accompanied by screams.

When he was selecting poems, Qiu Zhen asked, "How is the preparation for the recitation going?"

"Selecting poems."

What Lao Ban meant was to go through the motions, there is no need to spend more money and energy to enter the finals.

In fact, it is a bit difficult, and the ability is there. Now that he has gone, he will not be perfunctory. If he does not make it to the final, he can only find a way from other angles.

"How about you read a love poem?"

In fact, it is also possible. If it does not match the theme of the May Fourth Movement, it will definitely not make it to the finals.

In the end he did settle on a few poems on the theme of love.

Qiuzhen: "Are you serious?"

"You want to hear it."

When did I say I wanted to hear it?I just think it's fun to read love poems in competitions... there's nothing wrong with saying that.

Qiu Zhen was a little more looking forward to it, when his tablemate would definitely be fascinated when he came on stage.

It seems so now.

The old class stood at the end of the auditorium together with the head teachers of several other classes.

"The children nowadays are really amazing." The teacher who spoke looked at the old class, and the meaning was obvious. Would you let him read such a poem?

Old Ban smiled and shook his head: "This kid looks steady, I didn't expect..."

"Still young."

Yes, still young.

People don't frivolously waste young people, they all understand, besides, look at this group of children, how happy they are to hear.

"April wind..."

A tender and gentle voice came out from the speaker, and Qiu Zhen kept taking pictures with the camera.

Relying on his being a member of the photography association, he set up a camera to record at the place with the best view of the audience directly behind the judges' bench, and took the other camera in his hand to shoot from various angles.

Today is the preliminaries, the reciters on the stage didn't even change their uniforms, only the teacher in charge of the school's publicity took a few symbolic photos, and there were very few people holding cameras in the audience.

It was a bit conspicuous that Qiu Zhen was running around.

Bi Xia's gaze has been following him indistinctly. From the audience's point of view, he looked at him from time to time, and every time his gaze swept over, he covered his mouth excitedly, feeling that the endless tenderness was all given to him.

The long poem composed of several poems in series finally reached the last part. Bi Xia collected "You Are the April Day in the World", the poem in the pink envelope he received on Qiu Zhen's birthday.

"You are the flowers blooming from tree to tree, you are the swallow whispering between the beams..."

Bi Xia looked straight at the camera, Qiu Zhen looked at him through the camera, and smiled unconsciously. He raised his head, turned his eyes from the camera to the stage, and looked at the people under the light from a distance, listening to him Say the words that I have seen and heard countless times: "...you are the April day in the world."

No matter how beautiful words are, they cannot be used by everyone. He remembered that there was such a paragraph in the pink envelope last time, not to mention that Qiu Zhen always felt that these words were very sour, but now he feels that whether it is sour or not depends on the person who said it. who is it.

If it is Bi Xia, probably a simple sentence of "I love you" can make people fascinated.

He touched his chest, his heart was beating so fast that he couldn't take it anymore, let alone the girls in the audience.

Bi Xia bowed and stepped down, the applause lasted for a long time, and the voice of the host was covered, so he had to wait for everyone to be quiet.

Qiu Zheng put away his camera and left, but was stopped by someone.

A girl in Class Six blushed and called him several times: "Student."

Qiu Zhen turned around, only to realize that the one she called out was also very good-looking, and she blushed even more: "Student, you have been taking pictures just now, do you know Bi Xia?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Qiu Zhen expectantly. It's not that Qiu Zhen has never been liked before, so of course he could see the meaning of such an expression.

"I'm at the same table."

The girl looked surprised: "Then, can that be..."

"No."

Qiu Zhen directly refused, she looked astonished, and Qiu Zhen laughed: "It's better to confess this kind of thing by yourself."

Only in this way can we completely give up.

"No, I, I just want to..." What do you think?No matter what he thinks about, there is only one ultimate goal. Under Qiu Zhen's gaze, he suddenly couldn't continue.

Qiu Zhen began to persuade him earnestly: "At our age, we have to study hard to be worthy of ourselves. He is so good, do you want to get closer to him?"

The girl nodded blankly, Qiu Zhen also nodded and left with the camera on her back.

Qiu Zhen is inexplicably a little irritable, and there will only be more and more people who like Bi Xia.

He remembered the pink envelope last time, he was not stupid, Bi Xia ignored him later, probably because of that envelope.

Although he didn't want to understand why, it didn't prevent him from remembering not to get involved with his deskmate's personal feelings.

He attributed his irritability to too many uncertainties between him and Bi Xia, such as the pink envelope.

...Even if he doesn't consider these things, he doesn't want to be a matchmaker. No matter how you look at it, a little girl who is full of love and love is not suitable for his tablemate who is the first in his age.

Who is right?

First of all, you have to get good grades, read a lot of books, be able to talk about everything, preferably play billiards, be good-looking, and the most important thing is to have a good personality, good temper, gentle and understanding. After all, Bi Xia is good at everything, I just love to hide everything in my heart...

wrong!He likes boys.

Something flashed through Qiu Zhen's mind, but he couldn't grasp it, and returned to his seat unknowingly, Bi Xia had already returned.

He looked at Bi Xia and blurted out: "What kind of person do you like?"

Qiu Zhen wouldn't ask this for no reason, what happened to make him curious about the person he likes?

After thinking for a while, Bi Xia said, "Who do you think I should like?"

Qiu Zhen expressed his thoughts, Bi Xia gently curled his lips, so demanding?

"I have it, he doesn't have to."

"Then he has nothing. No, you can't be so casual. What if you meet that scumbag."

Even after knowing Bi Xia's sexual orientation, he still felt a little awkward telling a boy that he should keep his eyes open when looking for a man in the future.

Bi Xia became more and more joyful: "Okay, not casually."

I have, you don't have to, as long as you are Qiuzhen, everything is fine.

After the game in the afternoon, they would leave school straight away. Qiuzheng's legs were inconvenient, so they took a taxi back.

Qiu Zhen felt that Bi Xia was probably in a good mood today, and when he got home, he received a bunch of gifts, skateboards, basketballs, and baseball caps.

"Bought it together with the sweater."

Qiu Zheng glanced casually at the receipts in the shopping bag, for a while.

"It's not my birthday present, is it?"

"Ah."

"Buy so much? I want to buy it for you too. Let's go to the mall tomorrow."

When Bi Xia buys clothes by himself, they are all slim-fitting, but Qiu Zhen likes to wear loose ones for him, just like his T-shirt.

How should I put it, Bi Xia is thin and wears baggy clothes, which makes me feel sorry for him. Of course he won't say it directly, but when he chooses clothes, he always looks for casual ones.

After a series of bills were issued, Qiu Zhen soon received concern from his mother: "Lost the card?"

"No, I'm shopping for clothes."

"The size is wrong."

"I bought it for Xiao Xia."

As soon as he mentioned Bi Xia, the tone on the other end of the phone changed: "Xiao Xia is here too? The season is changing, and it's time to buy clothes. You are growing fast at your age, so buy a few more."

The clerk saw the two of them picking out clothes for each other, their eyes sparkled. Two good-looking boys, with such a good relationship, should wear the same style.

She decisively took out the T-shirts that just arrived today and haven't had time to put them on the shelves: "These just arrived today, and they are all new this year. Do you two want to have a look?"

These T-shirts are all complete sets without exception, but the color matching is hard to say, red and blue, purple and yellow, pink and green, there is no black and white.

Qiu Zhen saw rejection in Bi Xia's eyes. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Bi Xia wearing brightly colored clothes, so what he wanted to say turned around and became: "Why don't you try?"

Bi Xia saw through his thoughts at a glance: "Don't try."

"Try it, I will wear it too."

He took a red and blue set and pushed Bixia to the fitting room.

Bi Xia looked at himself in the mirror, and the clerk said it was a suit, rather it was a couple outfit. The red T-shirt was printed with the off-duty part of LOVE, and the other one should be the upper part, right?

This dress is really ugly, even if it is worn on Bi Xia's body, it can only be said that it cannot lower his appearance, but it must not make people praise the clothes against their conscience.

Qiu Zhen laughed when he saw him, and waved his hands again and again: "No, forget it, this dress doesn't suit you."

As for the blue T-shirt he was wearing with the other half of LOVE printed on it, he didn't even want to look in the mirror with hot eyes.

There are three days of Labor Day in other people's homes, and there are only two days in No. [-] Middle School.

A day of shopping in the mall and a day of homework, it's over.

Due to the holiday, this week has become very long. Fortunately, there is a May [-]th party in the middle.

Youth Day is a recitation conference, high school students will participate in the first and second year, as for the third year, the college entrance examination is about to take place, of course there will be no entertainment.

For the recitation final, everyone rented gowns and made up meticulously. The school invited a special photographer to record the competition and upload it to the school’s official website.

Obviously Bi Xia did not make it to the finals, but the promotional cover used his photo during the preliminaries. The publicity effect was achieved, but many people complained about it.

They went in expectantly, but they fast-forwarded to the end and didn't see the person on the cover.

It is not allowed to leave a message on the official website. For a while, there are complaints in the post bar, and people are asking for resources everywhere.

[I'll pay [-] to buy the Bixia preliminaries video! 】

[One-to-one tutoring for the first [-] years of Chinese language, ask Bi Xia to recite the video! 】

【Exchanging a blank leave slip with Director Gao’s signature】

The school does not allow mobile phones, but as long as they want students to find various channels to surf the Internet, even if they ask, they only ask for a few incomplete videos, but they can find a few photos.

Bi Haicheng's new movie has been filmed, and it is entering the post-production and promotion stage. The popularity is not low. The photos and fragmented videos of Bi Xia's recitation were posted on Weibo and then integrated and reposted by the marketing account.

Seeing that it was another hot search, there were people in Ms. Xia's studio who paid special attention to all kinds of trends, and immediately reported to them when they saw possible related topics.

In the end, the trending search stopped at 49, and Bi Xia gained hundreds of fans. Ms. Xia sighed slightly as she watched the popularity of the topic drop little by little.

Qiu Zhen was playing on the computer in the student union office openly, and someone posted on Weibo in the post bar.

[Bi Xia is on the hot search! ! ! 】

There are still hot searches?He clicked on Weibo and took a look, and there were only fragments on the hot search.

Qiu Zhen snorted and held the complete video resource in his hand, watched it over and over again, hiding his merits and fame.