Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

The monthly exam was not so lucky. Both of them were assigned to the teaching building. The exam room for liberal arts classes was all arranged on the second floor, and Qiu Zhen's exam room was on the third floor. After the exam, he could pass by the second floor to see his boyfriend.

Bi Xia always stood alone in the corridor, and occasionally someone would come to him to confirm the answer to a certain question, and then leave with a look of joy or frustration.

Qiu Zhen tiptoed behind him and covered his eyes, but did not hide his voice at all: "Guess who I am."

"Qiu Zhen."

Qiu Zhen was dissatisfied: "It's wrong, change it."

Bi Xia indulged with a slight smile: "What do you want to hear?"

Qiu Zhen chuckled: "Boyfriend."

"Boy friend."

Hearing what he wanted to hear, Qiu Zhen took his hands away from his eyes and put them on his shoulders instead.In fact, he wants to hug him more, but there are many people coming and going here, Bi Xia doesn't like being surrounded by people.

"I feel that after the exam, the old class wants to talk to me."

Bi Xia looked back at him and noticed the girl standing not far away.

Ying Yarong hurriedly lowered her head and walked away, Bi Xia lowered her eyes, she knew.

He looked back calmly: "Composition?"

The topic of this composition is whether the rules can be broken. This kind of topic composition is generally nothing more than yes, no, or depending on the situation.

Of course, Qiuzhen doesn’t know how to write rules that can’t be broken. He not only wrote the rules to break them, but also criticized the unreliable school rules, and said that the rules actually have many loopholes. For example, the school rules only say that Boys and girls have been in close contact before saying that same-sex people cannot fall in love.

"I won't get a zero, will I?"

"No, thirty minutes."

Bi Xia said thirty, but in the end it was exactly thirty.

Qiu Zhen took the initiative to look for the old class in the office, and there were two composition answer sheets spread out on the table. It could be seen that the writing was written in the same font, but there were still some gaps.

Qiu Zhen deliberately took Bi Xia's paper, and then looked surprised: "I thought the composition would fail, but it's 58?!"

The old class laughed angrily: "What are you pretending, you still don't know Bi Xia's characters?"

In this disguised form, he was saying that Qiuzheng and Bi Xia had a good relationship, and Qiuzheng laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "Aren't I trying to ease the atmosphere?"

The old class clicked on his paper a few times: "You are afraid that the atmosphere will be bad when you write such a thing. Tell yourself, what did you write?"

Qiu Zhen was confident: "I write my heart by hand."

"Bullshit!" Old Ban was so angry that he swears, "Let's not talk about the content and purpose, look at your structure and paragraphs, the full text has two natural paragraphs, there is no beginning and end..."

When Bi Xia came over, the old class took the time to tell him to wait a moment, and then continued to educate Qiu Zhen.

Qiu Zhen winked at Bi Xia.

Lao Ban finished speaking and asked him: "Do you understand?"

Qiu Zhen's attitude was very correct: "Understood."

"Change it as I said, and teach me when it's done."

Qiu Zhen: "???"

Why did you bring a revised composition?

He looked at Bi Xia in a daze, the corners of Bi Xia's lips raised slightly, and there was a smile in his eyes.

The old class glanced at him: "Go back when you're fine, your eyes hurt."

Not only Qiu Zhen, but also Bi Xia had to revise his composition, but his was revised as a model essay.

After Lao Ban said a few words, he glanced at the door of the office, and Qiu Zhen was still there.

"Wait for you?"

"Ah."

Old Ban unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of water: "It's not easy to have such a good relationship. I don't think he listened to what I said just now. Tell him when you have time."

"it is good."

Qiu Zhen lived up to the expectations of his old class, and he didn't hear a word just now - his boyfriend is right in front of him, who cares about the composition.

Bi Xia taught him to improve his composition almost sentence by sentence. When Qiu Zhen went to work, the old class also withheld his composition paper and prepared to use it as a negative teaching material.

The test results came out one after another, but everyone didn't indulge in it for too long. Tomorrow is the sports meeting. If you have that time, you might as well think about how to play in the next few days.

Exams are coming up this week, and the time for long-distance running practice has been shortened a lot. There are so many people on the playground, Qiu Zhen wants to take the opportunity to do something, but he can't find the space for the two of them to be alone.

They were running, and someone came to run with them, but after four laps, they were the only ones who persisted.

They had a tacit understanding. After running the 5000 meters, they slowed down and continued to run a lap to recover. Qiu Zhen was a little regretful: "If you are still the same as last year, I will be able to carry you away again."

Bi Xia glanced at him and said nothing.

Qiu Zhen looked around: "Come on, I'll carry you back."

Bi Xia declined: "I'm not tired."

Qiu Zhen took his hand, and gently hooked his little finger on his palm: "It's not a question of whether you're tired or not, I just want to."

"There are many people."

"Is it okay if there are not many people?"

Bi Xia stopped talking.

"Xia Xia?"

"Don't shout like that."

"You don't like it?"

"Not used to it."

"Then you'll get used to it after listening to it more." Qiu Zhen yelled several times while talking, and then asked, "Are you used to it?"

Bi Xia was a little helpless: "My father would call my mother that."

Qiu Zhen didn't take it seriously: "That's his Xia Xia, you are mine."

Bi Xia was startled; startled, he did not refute.

The monthly exam report card came down before the opening ceremony of the sports meeting. After collecting the report card, everyone went to the playground, discussing everything along the way.

Shangguan Lu Yuan walked beside Bi Xia, he was indeed second, but he was used to it after taking second place so many times.

"You really don't want to run?"

"Ah."

"It's a pity, I still want to work with you... It's a bit difficult for liberal arts to widen the gap."

In this exam, Bi Xia was more than 3 points higher than him, and he was only six points higher than No.[-], and he was chasing closely.

Firstly, there are many subjective questions in liberal arts, so it is difficult to widen the gap. Secondly, the examination papers are close to the standard of the college entrance examination. Bi Xia is still far ahead, but he can't.

I want to be friends with Xueba even more.

But Qiuzhen was destined not to let him get what he wanted. As soon as they arrived at the playground, Qiuzhen came from the third shift to find someone.

It was still in the small room under the stands, but this time the three shifts and four shifts lined up together.

Although Qiu Zhen is no longer a member of the sports committee, he is the squad leader, so it is only natural that he stays in the camp.

There are few boys in the fourth class, and everyone has registered for two events. Bixia is 5000 meters and 200 meters.

200 meters is today.

Last year, Bi Xia wrote a newsletter for Qiu Zhen to cheer him up, and Qiu Zhen wanted to write for him too, but he racked his brains and could only come up with a sentence, Bi Xia, come on.

It's strange that the people in the broadcasting department read it to him.

But Brother Qiu Qiu was not someone who gave up so easily. He went to the rostrum and talked softly to the person on duty that he wanted to borrow the microphone.

But this year, the Broadcasting Department received a request from the Student Union Office: fair and just, reviewing and reading manuscripts according to the process.

The inspection of the 200 meters has already started, and it will be too late if it continues, Qiu Zhen is a little anxious.

"Then I won't contribute anymore, can I cheer for your president?"

"President?" The girl looked a little puzzled.

There is a play!

Qiu Zhen sighed at his boyfriend's personality charm, and felt a little sour.

"Yes, Bi Xia has to run 200 meters."

"You didn't tell me sooner."

The girl rolled her eyes and went to the other members to discuss how to broadcast it.

After a while, Qiu Zhen heard a gaudy newsletter on the radio, signed by all members of the student union.

Standing in front of the rostrum, Qiu Zhen borrowed a loudspeaker from an unknown class in the first year of high school when Bi Xia passed by, and shouted "Bi Xia Chong!"

It caused people nearby to look sideways, but Qiu Zhen didn't take it seriously at all, returned the loudspeaker and left as if nothing had happened.

Although I didn't say it personally on the radio station, the goal was achieved.

As the squad leader, there are a lot of things to do. Qiu Zhen left the rostrum and went to the viewing area of ​​the third class.

Teacher Liang was also here. Qiu Zhen looked around, and sure enough, he saw Teacher Zhou wearing a referee armband at the long jump field not far away.

Qiu Zhen curled his lips and was about to find his boyfriend, but was stopped halfway.

Now it is the third year of high school competition, the atmosphere on the field is lively, and there are fewer people on the road.

As probably the only one who could help, Qiu Zhen would naturally not stand idly by.

"Can you go?"

Just as Ying Yarong was about to shake her head, Qiu Zhen said, "If you can't leave, sit here and I'll go to the infirmary and call a stretcher."

Ying Yarong's expression froze for a moment: "It's okay, don't bother, there are handrails here, I'll walk back by myself."

Qiu Zhen thought about it too, this is the grandstand, there are many steps on the grandstand, and there are many handrails, so you can indeed go back with your arms.

He nodded: "Okay, you walk, I will walk slowly to see you, if you can't do it, just say I called someone."

Ying Yarong nodded, stood up and limped forward while climbing the handrail.

Looking at her expression, Qiu Zhen felt that she must be in pain.

He never thought of carrying her or helping her.Just kidding, he has a target.

When they were about to walk out of the stands, a girl from Class [-] passed by, and she yelled in surprise, "Rongrong, what's wrong with you?"

Then come and help her.

"I'm fine, I just sprained my ankle." She pointed at Qiuzheng: "This is Qiuzheng."

The girl nodded as if suddenly enlightened: "Oh ~ Qiuzhen, thank you for taking care of our family."

Qiu Zhen responded casually: "I still have something to do, since you have someone to take care of me, I will leave."

As soon as he left, the girl winked at Ying Yarong: "Is that him?"

She blushed and nodded.

"Sure enough, you are handsome, but you are not bad. The family conditions are good, you are good-looking, and your grades are also good. You can play the piano. You are a talented woman. Listen to me, and go after me bravely..."

When Qiu Zheng arrived at the camp, Bi Xia had already downloaded and sorted out the newsletter.

Shangguan Lu Yuan was also there, and Qiu Zhen instantly entered combat mode.

"I just shouted cheers there, did you hear that?"

"The whole playground can almost hear it." Shangguan Lu Yuan answered casually.

Qiu Zhen was dissatisfied: "What's the matter with you?"

Shangguan Lu Yuan: "..."

What happened to him?Did this person grow up on food?

Bi Xia stuffed two manuscripts by himself and handed over a pen and paper: "Copy."

Shangguan Lu Yuan was here to help him, and without further ado, he began to write. Qiu Zhen glanced at him, and this man could write well...he couldn't be compared to him.

When the two of them were not arguing, Bi Xia was quiet, and the efficiency of reading manuscripts was much higher.

After copying two copies, Qiu Zhen took the initiative to ask him: "Is there any more?"

"Okay."

Qiu Zhen put down his pen and began to insinuate: "Do I have a newsletter for this year?"

Shangguan Lu Yuan is too lazy to say, you are in the third class, and you come to our class to ask for a newsletter, is it plausible?

He shook his head to say hello to Bi Xia and left.

Qiu Zhen wanted him to leave, as soon as he left, there were only the two of them in the room.

Qiu Zhen put his arms around Bi Xia's waist and whispered in his ear: "Xia Xia..."

"Ah."

"I want to kiss you."

He grinded Bi Xia's earlobe without waiting for Bi Xia's consent.

Almost immediately, Bixia turned red from the base of his ears to his neck.