After the injection, I thought I could go home, but the homeroom teacher said that I had to measure my lung capacity, and I had no choice, so I had to toss for another hour. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When I blew to the end in one gulp, put down the tube and wanted to go home, the doctor's face looked like she had seen some monster, and she wouldn't let me go, so I blew it again. I suddenly felt depressed, but there was no way, what people said we would do, repeatedly tossed three times, the doctor called our head teacher over, excitedly said to her, this child is definitely a sports seedling, you look at this lung capacity, than adult men are not worse!

I? Sports seedlings? What an international joke! You must know that since I was in elementary school, whenever I went to physical education class, no matter what kind of activities I did, the people in the class did not want to join me, because my existence was equivalent to a death sentence for the group!

However, looking at her convincing and sworn appearance, I really had to believe it, and she handed me the inspection report and asked me to go home and talk to my parents.

I was inexplicable, confused, and returned home with the inspection report to my parents, and my father was the happiest. Because of the results of my examination, it was once again proved that his decision to ask the Buddha and Bodhisattva was correct.

"This Bodhisattva is right!" In less than a week, my physical condition has changed so dramatically that if I had been at home for three or five years, I would not have been able to go straight to the Olympic gold medal!

However, the situation seems to be a little different from what was envisaged. I took the shot put test in physical education class on Monday, and my score was still the last one, and I was the last one to jog in the team before class.

It seems that the so-called medical examination report is indeed wrong.

If you make a mistake, you can make a mistake, anyway, the days go by day by day.

Anyway, because my parents got my super long lung capacity report and were ecstatic, my mother decided to strike while the iron was hot and continue to eat meat this week! So Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,

It was opened for another three days, with big fish and big meat. In the past two days, the house was relatively peaceful, I didn't hear any strange noises, and I slept fairly peacefully at night, but on Wednesday night, when I had done twenty push-ups with my teeth bared and kowtowed to the Bodhisattva, I heard the familiar woman's voice again: "Hurt life and kill the knife, boiling meat in the oil pot!" Eat, eat, eat, sooner or later you will get off the oil pot! ”

I was so frightened that I immediately ran to the outhouse and told my parents about it.

I haven't experienced the taste of getting in the pan, but when my mother used to cook in the kitchen, a foam of oil that collapsed on her arm hurt so much, not to mention that her whole body was immersed in boiling oil? I think this excruciating pain is intolerable.

Get out of the oil pot, this curse is too vicious!

Such a vicious curse should not come from the mouth of a bodhisattva, but if it is not a bodhisattva, then what is it?

His uncle, this matter is really more and more terrible the more you think about it.

However, my parents did not refuse to accept it, especially my dad, who was especially excited.

My mother said, "Look, what am I talking about, I have long thought that it is inappropriate for the Buddha to be offered at home to eat such nonsense!" ”

My dad said: "This Bodhisattva is mentioning us again, it is true that the meat is a bit big this time, the Bodhisattva is asking us to match meat and vegetables, and scrape the greasy in the stomach!" Spirit, true spirit! ”

In fact, many people have this mentality of my parents. For example, if you buy a monthly bus pass, but find that you don't need to travel as often this month, but if you don't use it, the money will be wasted, so even if you go to the toilet, you can't wait to take the bus to the nearby public toilet.

made a wrong choice, but was unwilling to admit the mistake in his bones, so he desperately found some more unreasonable excuses to excuse his wrong decision.

After the deliberation of the parents, they finally unanimously decided: in order to respond to the Bodhisattva's call, the family should be cut off!

From the age of four to the present, most of the time has been clear soup and little water, I haven't eaten good things for a few days, this has just been open for a few days, and I have been deprived again because of this ghost Bodhisattva invited by the family, which I decided not to tolerate!

I know that now my parents' judgment has been fascinated by these so-called Buddhas and Bodhisattvas invited by the family!

Whatever is hanging on that wall, they will never be bodhisattvas.

I'm no longer the slaughtered, possessed four-year-old, I have to decide for myself what I'm going to do in the future! It's useless to reason with your parents, and now no matter what strange things happen at home, they will say that this Bodhisattva is too spiritual! I have to get Dr. Yin and get these things away!

But how can it be so easy!

After I gave Dr. Yin a gift, my parents looked at me and called me tight, sent me to the school gate, and watched me enter the classroom all the time. Intercept me at the school gate after school and take me all the way home. With that Sunday's lesson, they were afraid that I would secretly do something about it again!

I think the first step in getting rid of these false bodhisattvas in the house is to gain the trust of your parents.

In the blink of an eye, Saturday has arrived, although the country has implemented the weekend system, but how can the factory have any weekends? My mom is also the workshop director, so she is not at home on Saturdays. But my dad, the transport driver, is the type of busy and idle, so it can be said that I have been under his close surveillance every day for this time, and I must start from him to complete the first step of the plan.

I sit at my desk and write my homework, like Chinese this kind of copying and writing is fine, mathematics that requires mental calculation is really not my strong point, but fortunately, the workbook is equipped with standard answers, copy 80%, and then deliberately write 20% wrong, so it seems reasonable and does not arouse suspicion... If you want to say that the mentally handicapped little Jiujiu'er in her heart at that time still thinks she is smart, but now she really has a different taste when she recalls it.

The homework was done in less than half an hour, but I still had to pretend to sit at my desk and write boringly on scratch paper that one plus one equals two. From today onwards, I have to start creating the illusion that I suddenly love learning.

My dad saw that I had been sitting at my desk for more than an hour today, and said, "Yo, the sun is coming out in the west again!" ”

I told him that somehow, I suddenly felt like I liked to study.

My dad was overjoyed again: "This bodhisattva has trained the child to love learning!" ”

On Sunday afternoon, my parents were going to the mall again, and I proposed to study at home in the afternoon, but I didn't expect it to work! After my parents left, I watched them leave the neighborhood and get ready to take the next step!