Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

It is undoubtedly very difficult for a talkative and talkative person to control his mouth, but Qi Jiale inexplicably feels that this matter cannot be said casually.

Therefore, even though he really wanted to brag about what Brother Qiu could do for a drink, he still held back.

Qi Jiale felt a little sorry for the loss of an excellent talking point, so he asked Qiu Zhen for a hush money - a pack of spicy strips.

In order to prepare for the knowledge competition this semester, Bi Xia has been reading books almost non-stop.

Shangguan Lu Yuan would occasionally be curious about what he was reading, but later found that he read everything, from dictionaries to encyclopedias, from fashion magazines to youth digests, he didn't even miss the story meeting, and even something related to occultism.

He wondered where Bi Xia found these books.

The teacher probably knew what he was preparing, and rarely asked him to answer questions in class. Shangguan Lu Yuan felt that he could not hold back as a deskmate, and tried to create a learning environment for him after class.

But some people didn't cooperate, Qiu Zhen still came to find people three times a day as before.

Falling in love really delays things.

Bi Xia obviously didn't think so, and still found time to write copybooks every day, and even took the initiative to care about her boyfriend's study situation.

"Did you tell Mr. Liang about the winter camp?"

"Not yet, he's been busy recently."

"There are three teachers who teach you in the winter camp, and one of them is Mr. Liang's tutor when he was studying in graduate school."

Qiu Zhen understood what he meant: "I'll go and talk to Brother Liang."

Bi Xia nodded: "Teacher Zhou will not be out of time."

Qiu Zhen smiled: "I think he may not really want to have time."

Bi Xia said lightly: "Teacher Liang will let him have it."

Bi Xia guessed right. After Qiuzheng talked about the winter camp, Liang Hanzhang briefly asked him about the cause and effect, and then said that he had to prepare for the teacher skills competition recently, and his time was limited.

These competitions have always been attended by young teachers. Liang Hanzhang has been working for two years. He has experience but not enough qualifications. It is just right for him to go.

Qiuzhen said, "I'll just prepare it myself."

How could Liang Hanzhang let him prepare by himself? No matter who can enter the finals, the school will give support, not to mention that he is the head teacher.

"Brother Xing is fine, you can find him if you have any questions."

Qiu Zhen felt that Mr. Liang was probably really busy recently and didn't have a good rest, so he called Brother Xing in front of him.

He pretended not to hear anything, and nodded to show that he knew.

He asked again about the quiz.

The knowledge competition for middle school students is different from the mathematics, physics and chemistry competition. Although it is not stated explicitly, it is indeed more biased towards liberal arts students, involving a lot of literature and historical knowledge.

The reason is also very simple. There are many ways to add points for science students, but almost none for liberal arts students. This can be regarded as a disguised form of compensation.

But just like liberal arts students can participate in mathematics, physics and chemistry competitions, science students can also participate in mere competitions. Liang Hanzhang thought that Qiuzhen was interested in this, and persuaded him: "The knowledge competition only adds [-] points to the championship, and the second to ninth places are all Add twenty, the math competition is more suitable for you."

"I know, I'm not going."

"Bishia?"

Qiu Zhen laughed a little silly.

"There are a lot of complicated things to prepare for the knowledge contest, and you will all be busy next."

Like the mathematics competition, the knowledge competition is also a selection process.The preliminary round is in the form of a written test, and the first round of selection will be in early March.

Not many people participated in the quiz in No. [-] Middle School, but No. [-] Middle School. It is said that the whole school is compulsory to register, so that the test center that was originally set in No. [-] Middle School has a high probability to go to No. [-] Middle School.

On the day of the preliminary round, Bi Xia had to cross half of the city to take the exam.

The weather is not beautiful, it is raining when you wake up in the morning, and the sky is gray, giving people the illusion that it is still early and you can sleep a little longer, successfully fooling Bi Xia's biological clock.

So Qiuzheng changed the way of sending people off this time - from a bus to a taxi.

He was like an old father sending his child to the examination room, holding an umbrella at the school gate, talking to Bi Xia, but what he said was completely different.

"How long will it take, shall we go to the movies this afternoon?"

Bi Xia doesn't think there are any movies worth watching recently, but Qiuzhen is enough to make those two boring hours exciting

He nodded, but Qiuzheng thought about the last time they went to a movie and ended up catching dolls, so he changed his mind again: "Or go to the billiard room, haven't you played for a long time?"

Qiu Zhen recalled it carefully, and it was indeed a long time.

"It will be all right."

Bi Xia glanced at the time, there were still 15 minutes left, so there was no rush.

"Then have lunch first, how about hot pot?"

"Ah."

On the spot, Qiu Zhen took out his mobile phone and looked for a hot pot restaurant to reserve a spot.

He shook his phone: "how is this place?"

Bi Xia nodded, and Qiu Zhen placed an order and reserved a seat.

Before Bi Xia went in, Qiuzheng hugged him, and didn't say anything else. To Bi Xia, whether the exam went well or the flag was won, it was all false to Bi Xia. Take the first and be firm.

The prescribed test time is three hours, with 1000 and [-] questions.

There are not many parents waiting at the door, after all, it is not a college entrance examination.

Qiu Zhen walked around the neighborhood, but there was really nothing to do, so he went back to the school gate and chatted with the security guard. Although the security guard was the security guard of No. [-] Middle School, his child went to No. [-] Middle School.

Qiuzheng was wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School. The security guard had a good impression of him and gave him a small bench and a handful of melon seeds.

Qiuzheng chatted with him while eating melon seeds.

After chatting for more than half an hour, Qiu Zhen already knew which class his daughter was in and who the class teacher was.

"Coincidentally," Qiu Zhen snapped his palms together, and the security uncle was taken aback by him, "My friend is also from Class Four."

"is it?"

"Yeah, that's the one who came to the game today, I sent him here."

The security guard's smile is not so beautiful anymore. He originally intended to show off his daughter, but now it seems to be the other way around.

After a while, his premonition came true.

Qiuzheng talked endlessly about Bi Xia's results, the competitions he had participated in, and finally concluded: "He will definitely win the first place in this competition."

security guard:"……"

When Bi Xia came out, Qiu Zhen was still talking, and the security guard listened absent-mindedly. If it wasn't for Qiu Zhen's occasional mention of Class [-] and the teacher in charge of Class [-], he would have already made a fuss.

Seeing a figure in the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School on the surveillance screen, the security guard suddenly became more energetic, and pointed to the screen and asked Qiu Zhen, "Is that him?"

"It's him. I said he's easy to recognize at a glance."

The security guard nodded perfunctorily, thinking that he was wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School and I am not blind.

When Qiu Zhen went out, he still had lingering fears, and he would not be able to chat with anyone casually in the future, and he had never seen such a talkative young man.

All the questions are multiple-choice questions, but the layout is more user-friendly, with large intervals and clear handwriting. The questions on the paper can be printed in the mind at a glance.

There was more than half an hour before Bi Xia finished all the questions, and he got up and handed in the papers without checking the answer sheets.

Qiuzheng was still waiting for him.

Probably because I didn't expect that this kind of exam would be handed in ahead of time, and the invigilator didn't react, let alone stop it.

Even standing up, he can't let people sit back.

After putting away the paper, he glanced at it a little, and there was no trace on the paper except one answer for each question.

He couldn't help frowning, this answering habit is not good, he thought in his heart, and flipped through the paper.

He taught history, and he didn't pay much attention to the questions of other subjects, but he got a few very partial history questions right, maybe this student had a particularly good history score.

So I showed the paper to another examiner. She taught Chinese. After reading the paper, she told the invigilator that the child's Chinese performance should be good.

The two of them looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes, as expected of them.

No. [-] Middle School attaches great importance to this knowledge competition, and even requires all students to participate and practice on a daily basis.But still not as good as others.

It's not just that they can't compare, they sighed silently, this gap can't be made up with hard work.

From a distance, Bi Xia saw Qiu Zhen waiting for him with an umbrella, and he still walked over calmly, only he knew that his steps were a little bigger than before.

There are many people in the hot pot restaurant on weekends, but they placed their orders in advance, so there is no need to line up at this time. Under the envious eyes of the crowd, the two followed the waiter into the store.

Two pot bottoms, one extra spicy and one non-spicy, while eating by himself, Qiu Zhen didn’t forget to take care of his boyfriend, fearing that the two pot bottoms would get mixed up and the clear soup would be stained with red oil, he would use two pairs of chopsticks.

At this time, the advantage of the flexibility of the left hand is reflected. There is a pair of chopsticks in each hand, and there is no mess at all. People passing by have to look twice.

The extra spicy pot bottom was really spicy, and Qiuzheng couldn't take it anymore when he was late. After finishing a pinch of lemonade, he ordered another pinch of sour plum juice and Wangzai milk.

After a while, he gave up the spicy pot and ate the bottom of the clear soup pot with Bixia.

He didn't eat it himself but wanted to encourage Bi Xia: "It's interesting, there is no soul if you eat hot pot and don't eat spicy food."

As he spoke, he boiled a piece of mutton in the bright red pot, and when it came out, he leaned forward with a spoon and brought it to Bi Xia's mouth.

Bi Xia didn't open his mouth for a long time, Qiu Zhen thought he wouldn't eat it, and was about to take it back to eat by himself, when he weighed and lightened it with his hands, the boiled mutton was gone.

Bi Xia lowered his eyes and chewed carefully. His self-cultivation did not allow him to open his mouth while chewing, but the capsaicin on the mutton stimulated his taste buds.

From the base of the ears to the neck, the naked eye was visibly red, not to mention the lips, which were as red as if they were about to bleed.

Qiu Zhen looked at his misty eyes as if he was about to shed tears, and was a little flustered all of a sudden, Xia Xia really can't eat spicy food.

He was just looking for a reason for himself to continue eating the red pot, but he didn't expect him to actually accept it.

Bi Xia's cup was already empty, and Qiu Zhen handed over his own. He was too spicy just now, and what he drank was Wangzai's milk.

Bi Xia held the cup in both hands and took a sip of milk, put down the cup, and took another sip after a few seconds, Qiu Zhen was heartbroken by his cute baby appearance.

He took Bixia's cup, poured a full cup of sour plum juice and took a sip, but still felt thirsty.

It took a while for the pain in his mouth to dissipate before Bi Xia started to eat again. Now Qiu Zhen didn't dare to ask him to eat spicy pot, and even put the food in his bowl after it had cooled down.

After a while, Bi Xia spoke again, with a hoarse voice: "Too spicy is not good for the stomach."

How dare he say that Qiuzheng should not say that, he wished that people would withdraw the spicy pot on the spot to show their loyalty.

Bi Xia's neck was still a little red, Qiu Zhen was a little worried: "You don't have allergies, do you?"

Bi Xia shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not used to it."

Qiu Zhen was still worried, and looked at him from time to time, and he didn't feel relieved until his neck was completely gone.

He thought of what he had heard somewhere before, that the essence of spicy is to stimulate pain, and people with extreme self-discipline would not pursue such stimulation.

This point has been confirmed by Bi Xia, but he can eat spicy food because of himself.

While Qiuzheng smirked, he made up his mind that he would never let Xiaxia eat what he didn't like.