Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

He didn't want Qiuzhen to choose liberal arts because he chose, and Qiuzhen didn't need him to accommodate, they should all be responsible for their own lives.

Don't be in a hurry.

Qiu Zhen hugged him and did not let go, Bi Xia also let him hold him.In the early summer season, the sun is already a little bright, and the cicadas are still inaudible. In this quiet, two teenagers embrace each other.

Qiuzheng filled out the subject-specific interest form and reluctantly gave it to his mother for signature. Qiuzheng took the form and said to Mr. Xia: "Mr. Xia teaches well, and Qiuzheng's calligraphy is much more beautiful than taking it together."

Mr. Xia waved his hand: "I didn't teach it. I'm old and I can't teach it." He pointed at Bi Xia: "Kids, I have to leave it to the kids."

As soon as the classification results came out, the office was gloomy.

In previous years, the top ten students in the year group basically went to the science teachers, and they had to try their best to win, at least two of them were in the liberal arts class, but this year, the first and second in the year group went to the liberal arts class.

The science teacher was frowning, and the old class was already grinning from ear to ear. If there were no accidents, he should be the head teacher of the second and fourth class.

The teachers of mathematics and physics competitions went to talk to Bi Xia when they got the new list of students.

The physics teacher was about to cry, why did such a good seed choose liberal arts?There is no point in choosing the liberal arts to participate in the physics competition. It is a waste of time and energy, and the gain outweighs the gain.

The math teacher could barely hold on, and asked him if he would still participate in the competition?

Bi Xia nodded, he should be able to get a place in the provincial competition, and he will not spend any more energy after participating in the national competition.

When Qiu Zhen saw that Bi Xia had stopped reporting physics, he also resolutely gave up, and it was very tiring to learn two subjects.

In this way, they only need to take math competition class on Sunday.

Teacher Liu seems to be cultivating successors. Recently, he always asks Teacher Liang to give the second class, and today he was even asked to come for the first class.

It is said that he has always wanted to be a teaching assistant, but he has been leading the school competitions, and he can't leave. Now there is someone who can lead the competitions, and he is still so young, so he has to take good care of it.

Teacher Liang has taught a lot in the class, and he has become more and more handy. It is not like he can only talk about the questions at the beginning. The knowledge points are hidden in the questions and explained bit by bit.

But today he is not in good condition and looks a little tired.

Sitting in the back row, Qiu Zhen could tell that his face was a little pale and his voice was a little hoarse, but even in the lecture hall he never wore a loudspeaker, he stretched his voice and had to drink saliva from time to time.

Bi Xia thoughtfully looked at the figure in front of him who didn't fit in with the students——Zhou Xing.

He just came in with Teacher Liang, and now he is sitting in the first row listening to the class with a notebook in his hand.

Qiuzhen also saw him, but didn't he teach physical education?

He thought about it and asked.

"Isn't he a physical education teacher?"

The physical education class and the math class are completely two teaching modes. It is impossible for him to learn from the teaching methods. Could it be possible that he really came to listen to the class?

Travel happily in the ocean of knowledge with them?

In the last few classes, Zhou Xing occasionally taught them, maintaining a very indifferent teacher-student relationship.

During the class, he completely copied the master he brought with him, but he didn't chat with the students, and disbanded on the spot after completing the task, and sat in the office most of the time.

Other teachers turned on the computer to read novels, those who watched games watched games, and those who played games played games. Only he, using his own computer, looked at a bunch of charts that ordinary people could not understand. It was completely different from the whole office. a style.

Thinking about it this way, it seems reasonable for him to attend math class, at least math seems to be more suitable for him than sports.

Teacher Liang taught a class, and Zhou Xing dragged him out as soon as the get out of class bell rang. The students below were stunned for a moment before realizing that their teacher was forcibly dragged away under their noses?

"Fuck?"

Qiu Zhen followed the people in front and was about to go out to have a look. Teacher Liang was very kind to them, but don't have any personal grievances, that Zhou Xing looked better than him.

Bi Xia held him back: "It's okay, don't go."

Qiu Zhen had always trusted him, so he sat down immediately. Teacher Liang seemed unwell, and Zhou Xing may have dragged him away because of this.

Qiu Zhen thought for a while, if Bi Xia was sick and still working, he would probably drag him away, so he figured it out, nodded: "They have a good relationship," he looked at Bi Xia again Add: "We'll be fine in the future, too."

Bi Xia spoke calmly, but what he said was earth-shattering: "They are a couple."

Qiu Zhen: "???"

After Bi Xia finished speaking, he drank his saliva and did not speak again, giving him time to react.

Qiu Zhen came to his senses and pointed out the window, in disbelief: "He, are they a couple?"

Bi Xia screwed on the lid of the cup and nodded.

"how do you know?"

After he finished speaking, he remembered that Bi Xia did the same, is it because of this?So you can see it?

"He was there when I went to return the key that day."

"You know all this?" Qiu Zhen remembered that Bi Xia held him back and refused to let him in.

"Teachers have teachers' apartments, and life guides live in student dormitories."

And Zhou Xing is still in the internship period, so he will definitely not be a life guide.

Qiu Zhen also remembered what he said. When they went upstairs that day, they saw Zhou Xing. Since Zhou Xing didn't live there, he could only find someone in the past.

"That's not right either. He might go to a friend."

Bi Xia said again: "There is no gap in the door, there are people behind the door."

It's right at the door but doesn't open the door because it's inconvenient.

Qiu Zhen felt that his reasoning ability at the same table was a bit strong.

He remembered a post he had seen before, saying that girls were like Sherlock Holmes when they checked their boyfriends for cheating.

He felt that his deskmate was usually like Sherlock Holmes, so he shouldn't be deceived.

Bi Xia said: "The information of the faculty members is disclosed on the official website. They are the same university, the same age, and a major. Maybe the next class will be taught by Mr. Zhou."

And the most important thing Bi Xia didn't say is that they can tell at a glance what their relationship is, so why bother to guess.

Just like there are so many classmates who have a good relationship, Zhou Xing will notice that he and Qiu Zhen are different.

There is only Qiu Zhen, who is ignorant.

The second class was indeed taught by Zhou Xinglai, and the students who didn't know were dumbfounded: My math is a physical education teacher, can you believe it?

Tell a joke that our physical education teacher also teaches math competitions part-time.

Qiu Zhen's first reaction was to go to see Bi Xia, his tablemate was a bit distracted.

Zhou Xingchang had an unquestionable face and was very imposing, unlike Mr. Liang, who seemed easy to talk to. The students below did not dare to speak even if they had questions, and just sat and listened to him honestly.

Facts have proved that Mr. Zhou's personal ability is unquestionable, but the students' ability to accept is limited. Mr. Liang's lectures are still guided, and he is simply indoctrination.

The following students were all in a fog, but they didn't dare to ask.

Even at such a lecture speed, Bi Xia's notes are clear and uncluttered, and Qiu Zhen is not as fast as his hand, so he simply can't write without dictation.

If you don't understand, just ask.

As soon as he interrupted the others, they all breathed a sigh of relief. It was rare for someone who could keep up with his rhythm to ask questions. Zhou Xing was quite patient. After answering his questions, the lecture speed slowed down a bit.

He came to class for the first time, rather than listening to them questioning and wasting time, it would be better to calm down at the beginning. Now that the goal has been achieved, he can take his time.

He was quite satisfied looking at the group of well-behaved kids in the audience, so that it would be convenient for him to come to substitute for the class in the future.

They can be regarded as privately transferred courses, a teacher who has only been employed for two years, and a teacher who is still an intern, such nonsense will be talked about.

After class, Mr. Zhou packed up the materials Mr. Liang brought and his own notebook and walked out of the classroom.

Bi Xia watched him leave, maybe he should go to Director Gao.

The teacher's class level should be tested by the students, and the student union chairman, as a student representative, is obliged to report to the school.

After class, Qiu Zhen finally had time to react. He was in a daze. He knew about homosexuality and that he was at the same table, but it was the first time he clearly realized that two men could also be lovers.

They seemed very harmonious, Bi Xia didn't say anything, he only felt that they were very close friends, just like him and Bi Xia.

That's what homosexuality is like.

It has been a month since the plaster cast was removed, and Qiu Zhen honestly followed Bi Xia to the hospital for a reexamination. He felt that he had recovered very well, but since Bi Xia is worried, let's take a look.

The doctor took the film and looked at it carefully: "He is recovering very well."

Qiu Zhen immediately said, "Come on, let's go swimming."

The doctor smiled and shook his head, young.

Bi Xia said: "No preparation, next time."

Final exams are approaching, at least there won't be a "next time" this semester.

Qiu Zhen didn't think too much about it: "It's okay," he proudly showed off to him: "I can swim butterfly, it's very cool, I'll show you."

Bi Xia restrained himself from thinking about it, but involuntarily there appeared in his mind the image of Qiu Zhen waving at him in the water with his bare upper body.

"Ah."

Qiu Zhen felt that the base of his ears seemed to be a little red, was it an illusion?

After he finished swimming, he still wanted to talk about swimming trunks, but Bi Xia interrupted him: "Which swimming pool do you want to go to?"

This is a small county with beautiful mountains and clear waters and a good environment. There are not many swimming pools in the city, but there are more swimming pools in the countryside.

This statement really caught Qiu Zhen's attention. He hadn't spent the summer here: "I'll go back and ask Qi Jiale."

No longer entangled with the swimming trunks, Bi Xia breathed a sigh of relief.

The Huikao is a provincial exam, and the requirements for the examination room arrangement are the same as those of the college entrance examination. Self-study is not allowed in the examination room, so everyone moved to the laboratory building for self-study.

In the first year of senior high school, there are four exams, history, geography, physics and chemistry. The school's final exam will start in the evening after the exam.

There are eight subjects in the final exam of the first year of high school.

Exam arrangements are tense, and students are even more nervous. This series of exams has caused many students to fall ill.

The old class came over with a few big bags of banlangen: "Come on, if you have a disease, you can treat it but not prevent it. Everyone should pay attention to exercise..."

Qiu Zhen still remembered that Bi Xia had a cold and cough for more than a month, soaked the isatid root and watched him drink it.

The final exam ended with the smell of Banlangen all over the room. Everyone felt unreal when they walked out of the exam room and returned to the classroom. The twelve exams that looked so hopeless ended in this way, and their freshman year of high school also ended.

It's going to be divided into classes.

For a time, there was sadness and joy in the classroom.

Many students brought their classmates' records and sent them out one by one, and then took them back. Qiu Zhen didn't send them out, but wrote a lot.

Leave a message to Cheng Xiaoxiao: Don’t like my deskmate anymore, you’re useless

Leave a message to Gao Bo: don't set the flag in future games

Leave a message to Qi Jiale: It’s okay to play basketball, maybe you can grow taller

……

No matter what sorrow or joy comes to Qiuzhen, there is no need to think about it, Cheng Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes and didn't want to talk to him.

Doesn't she know there is no hope?But for a girl, it is very lucky to have such an outstanding boy around her at her best age.

What's more, although Qiu Zhen is a bit annoying occasionally, it is undeniable that he is also a very brilliant person.

She didn't care about him, turned around and left.

Qiu Zhen continued to write the classmate notes, and after finishing the last one, he elbowed Bi Xia. Bi Xia was also writing the classmate notes, stopped writing to look at him, but he was looking at the ceiling.

"You don't want me to write?"

Qiuzhen's implication is obvious.

Bi Xia shook his head, they will keep in touch.

But Qiu Zhen was inexplicably a little angry. He took out a blank sheet of paper, and if you said no, I would not write it. How embarrassing it would be.

He really wanted to write, but he didn't know where to start. He seemed to have a lot to say to Bi Xia, and he felt that he could say anything face to face, and there was no need to write.

It seems that they really don't need such a thing as a classmate record.

They are not classmates, they are friends and will always be together.