Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

When Qiu Zhen gave a lecture to Bi Xia, he said that he would "replenish energy" in a while, but now that Bi Xia was explaining the knowledge points to him, he still wanted to "replenish energy" when he was tired of listening.

After pressing Teacher Xiaoxia on the seat to charge the battery, Qiu Zhen sat obediently and waited for the lecture. Except for the brighter lips, Bi Xia's face remained unchanged. He continued the topic: "Recite an example sentence in the order of adjectives..."

The effect of the one-on-one tutoring was immediate, and the old class found that Qiu students would rush to answer in class.

"Have you reviewed it in advance?"

"Help a tutor."

The free time for students in No. [-] Middle School is almost half a day a week. The school does not advocate that students hire tutors. Generally speaking, students will say that it is unnecessary to hire tutors.

The original words are: "You have to believe that the best teachers in the whole county are in our No. [-] Middle School. Of course, if you can invite a university professor, I didn't say anything."

Today, the old class didn't say anything, and after class, someone asked Qiu Zhen out of curiosity, and he didn't really need a tutor, just because he didn't understand some knowledge points, and it would be nice to have a teacher to sort them out.

"Brother Qiu, where did you find a Chinese tutor?"

Qiuzheng said lazily, "I'm dating."

"..."

In mid-November, China Post sent four drama tickets to the parents on both sides. The four drama tickets were all given by the theater troupe. The location is good, and they are joint tickets.

The four of them met unexpectedly at the entrance of the theater.

Two men sat in the middle, and two women sat on both sides. They all thought of the drama ticket that the other party posted in the Moments two days ago: the script written by the child/son.

Smile the whole time.

The two fathers got along pretty well. After the performance, they made an appointment to have dinner together, and they negotiated their marriage in disguise without the knowledge of the two parties.

At the end of November is the midterm exam.

The last exam seemed to be right in front of his eyes, and it happened again in the blink of an eye. Everyone was a little tired and didn't even bother to howl.

The old class reassured everyone: "Students, don't worry, the midterm exam is the penultimate exam of this semester, and only the final exam is left after the exam."

The students were not very relieved, they shut up and waited for his next words.

The old class continued: "After the midterm exam, you will start the weekly exam."

Everyone:"……"

Weekly exams, as the name suggests, are taken on Mondays, mathematics on Wednesdays, comprehensive exams on Thursdays, Chinese or English on Saturdays, Chinese and English take turns once a week, which can be regarded as biweekly exams.

After announcing the bad news, the old class began to interview students one after another. The students in their own class had to coordinate all subjects, and the students in the third class only cared about Chinese.

The mid-term exam is a paid joint exam, which is very difficult. Qiu Zhen scored 122 in the Chinese exam this time, and he got all the multiple-choice questions right.

The old class first took his grades and asked Bi Xia: "Are you making up lessons for him?"

"Ah."

The old class made a "hiss—" as if he was wondering why Bi Xia's teaching effect was better than that of him as a teacher.

As a teacher who constantly improves himself and makes progress with students, the old class asked him for lecture notes, which are not much different from class notes, they are simply records of knowledge points.

Is it a question of lectures?

No, no, it must be a human problem, I guess he remembered everything Bi Xia said.

Lao Ban is not in a good mood, little brat.

At the same time, I sighed again, it really is to teach students according to their aptitude, the teacher is the main body of teaching, and he is also part of "teaching", changing the lecturer is also a method.

It’s just that the shortcomings of the composition are still obvious, maybe it hasn’t been mentioned yet, so he asked: “Do you have a plan for the composition?”

"Write travel notes together during the winter vacation." Qiu Zhen's composition style is distinct, not like an argumentative essay, but a very simple essay.

The old class pondered for a moment: "I have an idea, please cooperate."

But he didn't say anything: "Your composition is good this time, and you can change it to a model essay at the end."

When Qiu Zhen walked into the office and saw Lao Ban's expression, he knew that he would be talked about today. Sure enough, Lao Ban waved his hand in disgust when he saw him: "Hurry up and take it for me."

That posture seems to be hot eyes if you look at it more than once.

Qiu Zhen honestly took back his composition and glanced at it. Isn't it okay? It scored 42 points, and the writing is also good-looking.

While he was admiring it, Lao Ban Fa ordered the table, and found that it didn't feel right, and said to him: "Bring it back to me and put it away."

Qiuzhen: "..."

He put the paper back again, and the old class clicked on the paper: "Look at what you wrote, ah?" He frowned, picked up the paper and browsed for three seconds: "The opinions and arguments are all fine."

Qiuzhen: "..."

"But look at your language organization, it can be obtained from this, and the same reason can be proved? Are you writing proof questions? Or are you humiliating the marking teacher?"

Qiu Zhen was at a loss, saying that he had written the proof questions and he would admit it, so why did he say that he humiliated the teacher?

Obviously the handwriting is neat and all in vernacular, so how could you humiliate the marking teacher.

The old class finally let go of his anger, glanced at him and said slowly: "You are partial to subjects, so why not allow the Chinese teacher to be partial?"

Qiuzhen: "..."

He suspected that Lao Ban himself was the one who brought back bad memories of this partial subject.

The old class calmed down and began to analyze the problem: "Isn't your speech normal? I think your reading notes are also quite normal, which shows that there is no problem with aesthetics, why can't you write well?"

Qiu Zhen's attitude is sincere: "I can't think of using it."

Old Ban read his article again and shook his head: "It's too hard."

Qiu Zhen stood casually. This person's center of gravity was placed on his left foot. At a glance, his legs were clearly straight, but he felt that he was not standing upright.

He said casually: "If you are a man, you can't say soft."

The student blatantly spoke a yellow accent in the office, and the old class choked for a moment. He tapped him twice with his fingers, which meant that he would settle the score later.

Qiu Zhen watched the old class look behind him and then changed his expression, which was the kind of teacher's satisfied and gratified expression when he saw a proud student.

"coming?"

"Hello teacher."

Even if there were only three words, Qiu Zhen immediately recognized that it was his boyfriend's voice.

He straightened his body in an instant, making a posture of standing at attention.

At this moment, countless thoughts ran through Qiu Zhen's mind, and he frantically calculated the time it took Bi Xia to walk and push the door, considering the speed of sound propagation, the volume of his speech, the noise interference in the office and other factors, it was best to conclude that he heard it.

He turned his head stiffly, and Bi Xia gave the corrected composition to the teacher as if he didn't see him, and the old class just watched it quietly.

The more you look at it, the more you are satisfied. It is completely different expression from watching Qiuzhen's composition.

The difference is probably that one is like tasting a few hundred yuan a couple of Mingqian tea, and the other is like June tea that is not well preserved during the rainy season and is short of growing mushrooms—in short, one is for enjoying and the other is for drinking. torment.

After the old class finished reading, he said to Bi Xia with a pleasant face, "It's ok."

Bi Xia nodded and left. From entering the office to leaving, the formal process completely ignored the boyfriend poking at the desk.

Qiu Zhen watched him leave, and Lao Ban looked at him with interest, and he could see a trace of grievance on his face.

He thought it would be interesting to see his two students fall in love, but of course he couldn't say that clearly.

He gave Qiu Zhen the composition that Bi Xia had just put down: "Look at how he wrote it."

As expected, Qiu Zhen read it carefully, reading it word by word, and then began to brag: "The structure is exquisite, the writing is smooth, the words are beautiful, full marks!"

Old Ban was amused by him: "Don't just watch, learn!"

Qiu Zhen is very active in learning from her boyfriend: "Then I will memorize it?"

"That's not necessary, you can't write even if you memorize it," he pointed to the computer, "Convert it into an electronic manuscript for me."

Qiu Zhen walked towards the computer and said, "It's okay to copy the word Xia Xia directly."

"To contribute."

Qiu Zheng happily opened the document, and brought a box of pure milk from the old class while typing and sipping, the milk was almost drunk, the empty milk box and the empty straw made a whimpering sound, and the composition was almost finished .

He checked it to make sure there were no typos, saved the document and returned to his desk.

The old class held the thermos cup in both hands, and took a sip carefully: "Your tutor said there is no way, do you know how big the composition problem is?"

The old class ignored what Bi Xia said that he would write travel notes with Qiu Zhen. The winter vacation of the third year of high school was only ten days, and after the new year, there was still time to travel.

After he finished speaking, he smacked his lips and repeated: "It's very tricky."

Qiuzhen: "..."

When did you communicate behind my back?

Lao Ban put down the vacuum flask: "Have you ever written a love letter?"

Qiu Zheng:? ? ?

He didn't respond for a while: "What?"

How could a teacher ask students such a question, mainly because Qiu Zhen realized that he had never written it.

The old class scorned: "You don't have one at first glance."

Qiuzheng: ...

Who humiliated whom? !

The old class taunted and turned back to the topic: "I will assign you a homework, one love letter a week, and the number of words is not required."

Qiu Zhen thought to himself: Listen to what this is, is it a quantifier of a love letter?It is better to speak and write directly.On the face, he accepted the task very calmly.

How to say it is also a love letter, rounding up is to fall in love according to the decree, as a student, how many people can achieve this achievement, Qiu Zhen is very content.

After the old class assigned homework, he looked at Qiuzhen with a half-smile, his expression seemed to say, if you give me the same reason again, can I have a try?

Qiuzheng: ...

It has to be said that Lao Ban has successfully pinched his weakness and brought into full play the words "teach students in accordance with their aptitude".

If it's an assignment composition, he really doesn't know how to write it, but a love letter...Of course he can't do the same thing as Xia Xia.

Although Bi Xia should prefer to write concisely and clearly than he does, he knows how to do what is best for him.His notes are concise and clear without any frills, his composition is a model of an argumentative essay, his structure is tight, his reasoning is clear and literary, and his script looks like a script.

"...I won't watch it."

Qiu Zhen came back to his senses, he never thought about handing in: "Yes."

"Just let him rate you and report once a week."

Qiuzhen: "..."

He said cautiously: "By what standard?"

"Whatever you write is based on what standard, he should know it by heart."

No, so when he writes a love letter, Xia Xia has to give him a score, and tell the old class after the score?

I heard that the homework of primary school students is now reviewed by their parents and then reported to the teacher.

Words: I added a sentence at the beginning, which does not affect the charges. The plagiarism is a bit too much, which affects everyone's reading experience, sorry.