Contemporary primary school students' bodies: can they play football, but they can't write test papers?

Text | Mi Li's mother

Following last week's total annihilation, the company was wiped out.

Yesterday afternoon, almost two-thirds of the students in the rice grain class did not come to class.

Then, my best friend complained to me that the method of "hanging special needs night internal medicine in the children's hospital" I shared was not "spiritual" at the beginning of this week, and the number of the day was gone around the afternoon.

Pneumonia, mycoplasma, flu, one virus after another. There is almost no one around me who can avoid it.

Fortunately, in the "radish squat" where you are sick and I am sick again, many dolls who were sick before have recovered one after another, and before this wave of the virus, it is considered to be over.

For example, rice grains. In my voice, for now, it is safe for the time being.

As long as he doesn't talk about Xi his studies, he doesn't cough or feel uncomfortable, he just grinds me like crazy, lets him go to play football, and doesn't stop until he reaches his goal, and he kills three old mothers.

When he was sick, he insisted on practicing Xi playing football at home while sick.

Now that he is recovering, every morning, the first thing he says when he gets up is: Can I go play football this week? I haven't trained for 2 months!

His eyes were full of indignation.

I laughed :so???

He looked at me, rolled his eyes at me bitterly, and asked me: When the hell will he go to play football?

took out a vicious posture, as if he was going to play in the World Cup qualifiers, and I was hindering the Chinese team from qualifying.

I replied: The body is not fully recovered, and it is not possible to exercise vigorously. Not to mention kicking football, even the community's "come and chase me" game has also been temporarily suspended.

Mi Li opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to say that he was completely well, but he didn't know what came to mind, and he shut up again.

Sulking alone.

I know his "concerns".

During my illness a while ago, I stopped the test papers outside of Mi Li's class, so that he could recuperate with peace of mind.

If he is completely well, he can play football, and it stands to reason that he can also write papers.

He understands me, and I understand him.

But this kid is a little unwilling to admit defeat and wants: while resuming to play football, he will not write papers.

It's a pity that it has been difficult to have both sides since ancient times, and his mother has not had a cerebral infarction, so he can only try to resist first.

Last week, as soon as he wrote the paper, the boy was slumped and entered a state of readiness for being infected by the virus, and his throat was not very comfortable.

I coughed dryly, choked on saliva, and retched for a while.

Lying on the test paper again, in a daze and taking deep breaths.

When you don't write it, when you get better, it's quite immediate.

Of course, I can see that in this "sick" process, in order to be able to kick the ball, Mi Li can't be too "weak".

So, after he packed his schoolbag, he held his chest and asked me: If my throat doesn't hurt, my head doesn't hurt, and my feet don't hurt, but my hands hurt, could it be that the virus has been transferred to my hands, is this considered good?

I smiled: this virus is really "sensible", knowing that you don't want to write papers, it only attacks your hands.

Mi Li's father leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, praising me for complimenting.

Mi Li glared at his father, trying to maintain a sincere gaze, so that I could listen to him "quibble" again.

He said that his pneumonia is probably cured, but all diseases need a recovery period.

His idea is to first play football to strengthen his body, strengthen his immunity, improve his cardiopulmonary endurance and keep the virus from getting closer, and then rest more.

He paused, controlled his emotions, and got to the point: It's not that he doesn't want to write the test paper, but he was sick and had a fever a while ago, which affected his brain, and now when he writes the paper, he has a headache.

I can see that he doesn't write essays with such meticulous logic, and in order not to write papers, he is really using his brain.

Rice grains are afraid that I won't believe it, and I'll output it all the way.

What brain waves, persistent anxiety... The word that doesn't match at all is to say that no matter whether others believe it or not, he himself believes it first.

In the end, I inexplicably squeezed out a few tears, worried about whether my brain was not enough, whether there would be any sequelae or something...

Acting skills are getting better.

Everyone is worried about the virus, and my family is winning the actor.

I promised Mi Li that he could resume playing football next week, and this week, let's take a look at Guwen Guan Zhi together.

He selectively ignored the week.

In order to play football next week, he still has the same majesty, and he kicks everything he can as a ball at home, pillows, dolls, backpacks, tissue boxes...

Xi frantically dribbling past people, only to get him to pick up my bag and put it on the floor, I had to kick him into the room as a ball.

He picked up the book and fell silent.

Luckily, I have online classes.

There are no ads today, it is pure green, and it can be eaten with confidence.

I do like "Guwen Guan Zhi" more than Mi Li, there is a charm in classical Chinese, it is fast and neat, but every word is extremely energetic, chewy, and the more you read, the clearer it becomes.

In the evening, a cup of tea and a piece of classical Chinese are quiet and stretching.

Mi Li didn't feel anything about it.

However, he listened to it, and read it quite vigorously.

Looking at him, I want to communicate with him how he feels at the moment. Ignite his interest in learning ancient Xi.

However, he told me that he liked "Zhang Boke Duan Yuyan" very much.

？？？

Who is Uncle Zhang?

He looked at me, thought about it, and asked uncertainly: Is it Uncle Liu?

I cried, it's Uncle Zheng!

Mi Li remembers the name of the greatest player in Real Madrid's history: Alfredo Di Stefano.

Remember, Messi's full name: Lionel Andrés Messi Cusitini.

I can't remember Uncle Zheng. I really thank him.

I suddenly remembered that I once read a book called "The Brain Communicator" and said: the higher the dopamine level, the lower the motivation needed to initiate more actions.

In other words, the happier he is, the more dopamine he produces, and the stronger his internal drive.

Zheng Bo didn't make him happy, and it was hard for him to remember.

Lionel Andrés Messi Cusitini, stimulates his happiness, and one more line he can remember.

It's heart-wrenching again.

Sure enough, getting rice grains to love learning and Xi is probably the same as world peace, which is a big problem.

Sure enough, our old mother is either concerned about the virus or worried about accompanying the study.

The same hardship, the same overwhelming.

This winter, it's so cold.

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