Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

After the regular warm-up run, the physical education teacher looked up at the sky, the sun was shining in the sky, the five-star red flag was fluttering in the wind, and the weather was fine.

With a wave of his hand, he ran 1000 meters today, and an intern happened to come and asked him to help time it.

Qiuzheng stayed quietly for a month, and his hair grew without watering. As soon as he was liberated, he ignored the doctor's orders and forfeited his energy. He rode Juechen for two minutes and 56 seconds.

The physical education teacher said: "Look at your sports committee. After sitting for a month, you will be the first when you stand up."

The crowd laughed.

Qiu Zhen looked "What is this?", but slightly bent one leg where they couldn't see, and put his body weight on the other leg. The school pants of No. [-] Middle School are classic middle school student sports pants, wide and big, without People can't see it right.

He took a breath quietly, and met Bi Xia's gaze as soon as he raised his head.

Qiu Zhen felt guilty, looked away reflexively, and then immediately realized that he didn't know it, so he turned back and looked at him, but Bi Xia looked away.

He was looking at this new trainee teacher. He didn't look like a college student who just left school, nor did he look like a teacher, especially not a physical education teacher.

Bi Xia has been watching him for a long time, and Qiu Zhen couldn't help but look at him, this teacher is quite handsome, um, his eyes are a bit sharp.

He was clearly in physical education class, but he was wearing a shirt and suit pants, which was much more elegant than Director Gao.

Bi Xia took a closer look, the shirt was made of silk.

The intern teacher introduced himself: "My surname is Zhou."

No more text.

In the first year of senior high school, male and female students take the physical education class separately. This class is all boys. Everyone has no interest in this good-looking male teacher. For them, the new face is not as attractive as basketball.

As soon as the teacher said to disband, the crowd dispersed suddenly, and most of them ran to the basketball court.

Qiu Zhen refused the invitation of several classmates and began to untie the kite string.

What kind of basketball, he wants to fly a kite with the same table.

In Bi Xia's memory, flying a kite was when someone handed the string of the kite to him, and he ran forward holding the kite, turning back and tugging at the string from time to time.

As for how the kite got into the sky, he didn't know.

Qiuzhen said, "I'll put it on for you."

He pulled out a section of string and ran forward, and then released the string in his hand bit by bit. The kite quickly surpassed the height of the flagpole and stopped firmly in the air.

The kite-flying season has long passed, and the time is approaching noon. The sun is high in the sky. Standing under the sun, I can't help squinting, let alone looking up at the sky.

After the kite was successfully flown, Qiu Zhen was sweating profusely, with a golden light shining in front of his eyes.

He grabbed Bi Xia with his free hand, like offering a treasure: "You come here."

Bi Xia took the kite line from him, but the kite that was slanted in the air in Qiu Zhen's hand fell down immediately.

Bi Xia pursed her lips, pinching the loose thread in her hand, feeling a bit at a loss.

Qiuzheng was laughing at first, but when he saw his expression, he felt distressed again. He blamed the kite for not being good at one moment, and blamed the wind for not cooperating with it at one moment, and finally said, "I'll go pick up the kite, and you can run forward in a while."

The grassland has passed the maintenance period. They run on the grassland in the plastic field, but the kite can't get up. It flies crookedly for a while and then falls down. hen.

Qiu Zhen picked up the kite again and handed it to him: "Another way, I'll teach you."

Bi Xia put the kite string back into Qiu Zhen's hands: "Come on."

Qiu Zhen opened his mouth, wanting to say and try again, but saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and bridge of nose.

"Then..." Okay

"Fly against the wind."

They all looked at the speaker, it was the new trainee teacher.

They all know that the kite should be flown against the wind, but the wind direction on the playground is very chaotic, and it is too late to adjust the direction according to the wind direction.

"Why don't you run fast?"

Zhou Xing looked at Bi Xia and asked, his tone was flat, but inexplicably gave people a feeling of pressing questions, Bi Xia frowned slightly, he didn't like this feeling.

"tired."

This answer was considered perfunctory, but Zhou Xing didn't care. He glanced at Qiu Zhen, as if he knew everything.

Qiuzheng's leg injury is still not healed.

It was his first day to teach them, but he acted like he knew everything. Qiu Zhen instinctively disliked this teacher: "Let's play next time when you're tired."

"Ah."

Zhou Xing stood there watching them leave, while Qiu Zhen walked behind, blocking his view.

The school is not that boring, I don't know how Ah Han reacted when he saw him, a faint smile appeared in his eyes, and he walked towards the cafeteria.

However, Bi Xia dragged Qiu Zhen to the infirmary. The doctor knocked and squeezed on his leg, and finally concluded: "It's fine, but we should pay more attention in the future."

Qiu Zhen removed the plaster and no longer needed to borrow the bathroom every day. They went to return the key to Teacher Liang.

After Qiuzheng knocked on the door, he stood aside and waited, but the door was not opened for a long time. He looked up at the transom again, and the light was on.

He probably forgot to turn off the light. He was about to open the door and go in to return it directly. Bi Xia grabbed his arm and said, "Return it in person next time."

Qiu Zhen felt that it was not good to waste electricity like this, but after Bi Xia said so, he did so.

Inside the door, Teacher Liang, whom they were looking for, breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhou Xing hugged him, looking for something to ease the atmosphere: "I have met your student before."

Liang Hanzhang pushed him away, and answered the wrong question: "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. I said, no matter where you are, I will find you."

"And then you came to be a physical education teacher? Master of mathematics, why didn't I know that you also teach physical education?"

Liang Hanzhang leaned against the door with a mocking expression on his face.

Zhou Xing didn't take it seriously: "This year we only recruit sports."

"If you recruit English, do you still need to teach English?"

"Also."

"..." He forgot that this person was studying for a master's degree in the United States.

The students around were all focused on answering the questions, but Qiu Zhen rested his head on his arm and looked to the left.

Fortunately, this time they were in the same examination room, and Bi Xia was sitting in front of him on the left.Judging by where he answered the question, the composition must have at least [-] words.

And Qiuzhen was still thinking about what to write.

He casually sketched on the draft paper, but he was recalling what the old class said in his mind: "This mid-term exam is related to your placement in the second year of high school. Students who want to enter the top class should make it their own."

In the top class, Bi Xia will definitely get in, it seems like he was a surprise in the ordinary class.

There are still five and ten minutes, and I must start writing the composition.

From the right came the sound of a pen tip hitting the table, aggressive...

Qiu Zhen turned his head and looked, okay, familiar face, isn't this the classmate who was in the same exam room as him for the first exam last semester?

He was also called by the old class to have a cordial exchange with the classmate in the corridor because he asked the classmate to write more lightly in the examination room.

It's fine if you don't meet them, but if you do, you have to help your classmates correct their bad habits, in case the college entrance examination affects the classmates next door, it's not good.

So after handing in the paper, Wang Xin was patted on the shoulder again. He was unsure about two multiple-choice questions just now.

Turning around was a smiling face.

Qiu Zhen smiled and said, "Student, write lightly during the exam?"

Wang Xin felt that the words looked familiar, and so did the face, so Qiu Zhen pointed to Bi Xia who was not far away.

"Do you know him?"

Wang Xin nodded hesitantly, not sure what he meant, the chairman of the student union, not to mention the second and third year of high school, he should know everyone in the first year of high school.

"He's my deskmate, number one in his age group, you know that?"

He is number one in his age group and not you, so what do you care?Wang Xin complained in his heart and nodded again.

Qiu Zhen looked into his eyes and lowered his voice: "His seat is very close to you."

Wang Xin's heart skipped a beat, the number one in the age group is very close to him, what do you mean?He felt his throat was a bit dry, swallowed, and asked cautiously, "You mean..."

Qiu Zhen had a teachable expression on his face: "Yes, your writing voice is so loud that it will affect his performance."

Wang Xin: "..."

He caught his breath in his throat, he couldn't get up and down, he wanted to beat Qiu Zhen violently, but he was thinking too much when he said it.

If you think about it with your toes, you will know that cheating at the top of the year is because you are full?

Probably because his expression was too distorted, Qiu Zhen thought he was unwilling, and frowned and began to preach earnestly: "Look, classmate, the first grade requires the right time, place and people. As people in the same examination room, we have to give He created a good test environment, don't you want to see him break through himself again?"

You've said it's about breaking through yourself and not caring about other people's business. Besides, if he's so easily influenced, the second person in that year will probably be able to wake up laughing.

Wang Xin didn't fluctuate in his heart, and didn't want to continue communicating at all, but Qiu Zhen didn't let him go. In the end, he could only express helplessly that he would put more layers of paper next time.

They stood in the corridor for a long time, and there were a lot of people coming and going at this time, not good, all the classmates saw it, and the new nickname of Qiuzhen in the afternoon spread.

They all call him the examination room discipline committee member.

Qiu Zhen is well-known in the school. He is good-looking and can make trouble. His self-criticism is posted on the bulletin board every three days. It is hard not to remember him.

Autumn Disciplinary Commissioner Chang broke his own record in the mid-term exam and entered the top [-] in the year group. He himself was a little dazed.

The top two hundred means that he has a chance to enter the top class.

Bi Xia really broke the record as he said, not the highest score record, but the gap with No.2.

This exam is very difficult, Bi Xia is 2 points higher than No.[-], and he is the best.

In the mid-term summary meeting, Duan said that Bi Xia had to go up to share his learning experience. When he spoke again, he repeatedly emphasized the power of role models.

Qiu Zhen winked at Bi Xia: "Hello, role model."

Bi Xia curled his lips slightly, and stood up to the stage amid continuous applause.

Once the mid-term exam is over, most of the semester is over. In addition to the final exam, there are four exams for this semester.

The exam and class placement are just around the corner, and there is a strong learning atmosphere in the class, and Qiu Zhen is very serious.

Compared with other classmates, his biggest advantage is being at the same table.

Qiu Zhen showed Bi Xia the information sent by his father, and sure enough, Bi Xia glanced at it and said, "It's very detailed, but it's not suitable for you. Do you like this?"

It was a date ruler.

The next night, Qiuzhen received a hand-made ruler from Qiuzhen, which was handmade by Bi Xia.

Such good learning materials must not be hidden. On the second day, Qiuzheng’s exclusive became a copy for everyone in the eighth class, and a few days later, the whole class, including the teachers, had it.

In the midst of intensive study, the old class suddenly mentioned the precautions for the holiday, and blamed the holiday for coming at an inappropriate time, which would break the good learning state of the students.

The students in the classroom all looked blank.What fake?It's still early in the summer vacation, and the college entrance examination holiday hasn't arrived yet.

I don't know who shouted: "Children's Day!"

Children's Day holiday?

Old Ban was laughed angrily by them: "What Children's Day, how old are you? Dragon Boat Festival!"