Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Bi Xia stepped onto the podium and wrote a notice on the blackboard that the art class will start from the third week, and the previous art classes will be changed to self-study.

There was a wailing in the audience.

Qiu Zhen was quite happy, the self-study class was so good, he could do whatever he wanted, and after the class bell rang, the classroom became quiet.Qiu Zhen lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Bi Xia is writing today's homework, and the short script in his hand is about to be finished, he has to hurry up, it's not easy to be self-reliant.

Many people in the classroom are lying on the table, but today is Teacher's Day, the teachers seem to have activities in the afternoon, and no one from the head teacher to the teacher on duty is there.

Every year on Teacher's Day, No. [-] Middle School has a tea party for retired teachers, which is hosted by the principal himself.Xia Qinghe was the former principal of No. [-] Middle School, so he naturally came here today.The old principal proposed to see the students in class, and principal Wang accompanied the retired teachers in person.

The old principal Xia had a clear goal, and he walked towards the first grade teaching building, and he pretended to go from the first floor to the second floor.Looking through the window, Class [-]'s classroom was completely shattered.

Principal Wang: "..."

Everyone in the classroom reminded each other, coughed in a low voice, pushed the same table with their elbows one after another, and some simply kicked the stool of the classmate in front of them.

At this time, the same table and the front and back tables are particularly important.

Qiu Zhen didn't have a back table, and his front table didn't have the courage to bump into his table.

Qiu Zhen, obviously no one has seen him fight, was rumored to be vicious for some reason, and he was a school bully in junior high school.No. [-] middle school didn't like this, but the classmates who had little contact with him were somewhat in awe of her.

Bi Xia noticed a different atmosphere in the classroom and raised his head from his homework.

He saw the grandfather outside the window at a glance, Xia Qinghe was also looking at him, his eyes met, Bi Xia suddenly understood the meaning of the grandfather: Everyone knows to remind the tablemate, why do you ignore him?

So in front of the principal and a group of retired teachers, Bi Xia stretched out his left hand.

The air conditioner was turned on in the classroom, Bi Xia was wearing short sleeves, his hands were a bit cold, but Qiu Zhen was very hot, Bi Xia shrank his fingertips almost imperceptibly when he first met him.

But thinking of the people outside the window, Bi Xia pursed his lips and pushed Qiu Zhen hard with his hands.

"Qiu Zhen, get up."