Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Take a closer look, he is not standing alone, what's the matter?

His boyfriend stood on the roof of the building and hugged others at night?

Qiuzheng turned into a lemon in an instant, but fortunately, he still had some sense to know that Xiaxia was not such a person.

He told himself to calm down, there must be a reason.

Calm down!

Qiu Zheng ran upstairs.

Bi Xia has been standing on the top floor for a long time.

He is in charge of inspecting the teaching building of the third year of high school. The students of the third year of high school will stay for a while after the evening self-study and get out of class. He also inspects the whole building by himself. It takes a long time. When the inspection is completed, the entire teaching area is silent.

However, he heard the faint sound of footsteps.

He was on the third floor, and the sound of footsteps came from the fourth floor. If it was someone else, they might leave immediately because of fear, but the one standing here was Bi Xia.

He stood still and listened carefully, the footsteps had disappeared.

It is unlikely that the school will be stolen, not to mention that it is in the teaching building, and most of the classrooms are books and exercise papers, so no one will steal these.

The biggest possibility is still a classmate.

I just don't know what this classmate is doing in the teaching building.

There were only vague footsteps, and Bi Xia couldn't judge the other party's gender and figure, nor did he know the other party's purpose. The safest way was to call for someone.

He glanced at the empty corridor and thought of another possibility—even though it was slight, he decided to go up and have a look.

He slowed down and walked upstairs. The situation was unknown, and it was obviously more advantageous for him to be in the dark.

Soon he was standing on the stairs on the fourth floor. He had good eyesight, and he could see straight to the other end of the corridor from this end.

The light in the night is not very good, but it can also be seen that the corridor is empty and there is no one.

Maybe it was in the bathroom, maybe it went into the classroom again, or maybe it went down the stairs on the other side.

Bi Xia withdrew his gaze and looked at the corridor leading to the roof. He was more worried about this place than other places.

He continued to walk up. At the end of the stairs, there was a door leading to the top of the building. It was usually locked, but now, the iron door with peeling paint and rust was ajar.

There was a strong wind on the roof, and the iron door was swaying, making a little noise from time to time. Bi Xia didn't attract the attention of the people above when he pushed the door open.

She still stands on the edge without railings and looks into the distance. They are on the top of the building, and the floor height of the teaching building is much higher than that of ordinary residential buildings. She only needs to take a step forward, and she can bid farewell to this world.

Bi Xia stood where he was, and did not rush forward. He had read some psychology-related books, but that was not enough for him to deal with the situation in front of him.

He doesn't have a mobile phone, the only way to contact him is to go downstairs and make a phone call, and once he goes downstairs, he has no chance to recover what happens here.

He coughed lightly, attracting the classmate's attention in a relatively gentle way.

She was not immersed in her own world, she received a signal from Bi Xia and turned around.

Bi Xia walked towards her, but she didn't show any resistance, just stood where she was.

Bi Xia stood still three steps away from her, when she suddenly said, "I thought you would come or ask me to come over."

"Can I go over?"

"Are you not afraid that I will take you down with me?"

Bi Xia shook his head and walked to her side.

She looked up at the starry sky: "It would be great if I could really become a star after death."

"That way I don't have to hesitate."

She was talking to herself, not intending to chat.

"I came up when I was a freshman in high school, but that time I came up too early and was discovered. This time I deliberately hid for a while, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you."

She shook her head, as if just sighing.

Bi Xia still just listened, she was silent while talking.

"You're so boring."

After a while she said again: "Today is my birthday."

"Happy birthday."

"I'm lying to you, my birthday has already passed," she laughed, as if Bi Xia simply fell for the trick and made her happy, "They don't even remember."

She glanced down at her feet.

"But it doesn't matter, they will remember me after I die."

"You know, the dead have birthdays and death days."

Bi Xia was not frightened by her words, and replied very calmly: "There are more festivals for living people."

She sneered and didn't answer him.

"someone is coming."

Bi Xia followed her line of sight, and saw a figure approaching the teaching building, the hand on his side moved slightly, it was Qiu Zhen.

"What do you think he's here for?"

"Find me."

She nodded: "then you should go, and I should go too."

Bi Xia's heart skipped a beat, and she stretched out her hand to grab her. She had a sarcasm on her face: "Didn't you just look indifferent? Why are you pulling me?"

"That's right, if it really doesn't matter, I won't come up."

"You are all afraid of death, but I am not."

"Did you hear that? They're calling me."

The campus under the night is silent, only the sound of the wind in my ears and the lonely sound of steam from the road in the distance.

"I can not hear."

She laughed again: "Of course you can't hear them, they are calling me, they are calling my name."

"what your name?"

Qiu Zhen was almost downstairs, no matter whether she really wanted to commit suicide today or not, he needed to delay and wait for someone to come.

She didn't answer, but looked at the person downstairs and asked him, "Who is he?"

Who is he?

It was Qiu Zhen, the monitor of Class [-] and Class [-], and the president of the Photography Association. He had many identities, but Bi Xia finally said, "My boyfriend."

She seemed a little shocked, and said after a while, "No wonder..."

Qiu Zhen looked up, looking for something.

"Didn't you tell him you were here?"

"Can I."

She didn't answer again, and said commandingly: "I'm a little cold, you hug me."

Bi Xia glanced at her calmly, she didn't have the admiration and joy of many girls seeing him in her eyes, it seemed that no matter who was standing here, she could say this sentence.

Bi Xia approached her, then raised his hand and hugged her.

She didn't expect that Bi Xia would really hug her, and her body froze: "You..."

"now what."

Bi Xia was much taller than her, and when a calm and gentle voice sounded above her head, she suddenly cried.

Such a development was unexpected, but it was achieved.

She didn't restrain herself at all, and started to choke after crying for a while, Bi Xia adjusted her breathing, trying not to think about the composition of the warm liquid that drenched his coat.

"I don't want to die," she said, sobbing, "I'm afraid that I, know that I, no, won't become a star."

"Ah."

"Last time, she hugged me too."

Bi Xia didn't know who this "he" was, probably the one who took her down last time.

She is saving herself.

Bi Xia recalled the way her grandmother coaxed her when she was a child, patting her on the back gently to comfort her.

"Ah."

She clutched Bi Xia's clothes and wailed loudly. She was so sad that Bi Xia had no time to take care of the clothes, but her boyfriend still had to take care of them.

Qiuzhen came up.

Qiu Zhen leaned on the door frame to catch his breath. He just ran to the fourth floor in one breath, but he couldn't get up because he took the wrong stairs, so he had to divert and ran to the stairs at the other end. When he finally came up, he saw his boyfriend holding a crying girls.

???

What did he do wrong? !

Qiu Zhen looked at Bi Xia, and quickly calmed down as soon as his eyes met.

Silent inquiry: What's wrong?

Bi Xia gave him a six.

In the whole school, only the comprehensive building has six floors, and the psychological counseling room is there.

Qiu Zhen immediately understood what he meant. It was a psychological problem. It stands to reason that he should find someone at this time, but he was worried about keeping Bixia here.

Who knows if the crying people will suddenly do something to hurt Xia Xia.

As if knowing his concerns, Bi Xia shook his head slightly to reassure him.

Qiu Zhen hesitated for a few seconds and chose to believe him.

Deciding to leave Qiuzhen without any further hesitation, he quickly went downstairs to make a phone call.

He thought as he ran downstairs, the situation should have stabilized and there was no major problem, but they were just strangers, and they were still two students bound by school rules, so it would be impossible to end tonight without a teacher.

But which teacher to find is a problem.

He didn't even know who that girl was, let alone the head teacher, and he and Bi Xia's head teacher were at home and the other was at school, so it was already clear which one to look for.

During the waiting time, he was distracted, this is the second time this month, Zhou Xing must think he is a big trouble.

The call was quickly connected, and this time Liang Hanzhang answered it himself.

Qiu Zhen briefly explained the situation here, and Liang Hanzhang immediately said: "Wait a minute, I'll come right away, pay attention to safety."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Qiu Zhen continued to dial. Fortunately, he failed to order takeout tonight, so he had the phone card on him, otherwise he would have to run to the school gate to find security at this time.

The second number is Teacher Wang who took them to the psychological activity class before. His memory is not as good as Bi Xia, but he is more sensitive to numbers. In addition, he went to the activity room several times because of relationship problems, so the number at the door was intentionally or unintentionally memorized. down.

This time it wasn't connected so quickly, he didn't pick up until the second one.

Ten minutes later, Qiu Zhen stood at the top of the stairs again, and Bi Xia and the unknown female classmate had already sat down.

They sat side by side, Bi Xia's coat was draped over the girl's shoulders, and Qiu Zhen Ninja walked over with the sourness in his heart.

"Your name is Bi Xia." She pinched the school badge on the jacket in her hand, and took a long time to see it clearly.

"Ah."

After crying just now, her voice was thick and nasal: "My name is Zhao Nana."

Qiu Zhen's footsteps interrupted their conversation, and they looked up at the same time.

"Your boyfriend."

When Qiu Zhen heard this, he calmed down a bit, but soon became stern again. It was so windy here, and Bi Xia was only wearing a sweater. Although the sweater wasn't too thin, it didn't block the wind.

He unzipped the zipper neatly, and put the warm coat on Bi Xia's shoulders.

Bi Xia knew what he was going to do when he saw his movements, and before he finished his refusal, the coat had already fallen on him.

"If you are sick, you can't do morning exercises."

Zhao Nana stared at them blankly, then looked at her coat, and moved her lips to say something.

There was another sound of footsteps, and they looked at the iron gate that had been opened many times tonight.

This time it was two people, Zhou Xing and Liang Hanzhang.

Liang Hanzhang looked at the three people on the roof and heaved a sigh of relief. Instead of asking what happened, he said, "It's cold up there, let's go down first."

This classmate and Bi Xia were both wearing coats, but Qiu Zhen didn't wear them. After a little thought, he knew what was going on.

They had just climbed the fifth floor and it wasn't cold, but after staying up there for so long, both of them should be cold, which was just used as an excuse.

His tone was normal, as if he was saying good evening, but since he appeared here, he must know what happened.

Zhao Nana lowered her head, she knew that none of them would say anything now, but tomorrow, tomorrow she might face inquiries from one person after another.

But it doesn't matter, she glanced at Bi Xia, and returned the coat to him: "Thank you."

After she finished speaking, she went downstairs.