I'm an ordinary student with all kinds of bad habits: I don't like drinking water, rarely exercise, snack all the time, and keep an irregular schedule. Whenever my family tries to stop me, I always brush them off.
Until one day, in my family's eyes, I suddenly came to my senses and started cherishing my body--
What could have made me change like that...
"It's as if you personally entered your own body and saw just how awful things were inside. It's amazing."
Well, my family pretty much hit the nail on the head.
But... isn't it amazing enough that I can see everything happening inside my body during the day when I fall asleep at night and dream?
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Hey, wait! Red blood cell, you're going the wrong way again!
Hey, why are you everywhere, white blood cell...?
Don't flirt and make me watch you feed each other dog food inside my body!!!
I want a hug from a macrophage, sob--huh! A cleaver?! Sorry for bothering you!
Platelets are so cute! This is paradise on earth--huh, why am I stuck again?
Wait, dendritic cell! Don't take pictures of my embarrassing past!
Cytotoxic T cell, you look so scary... Damn it, don't hit me! QAQ!
Hair matrix cells, let's work hard again today! (Don't make me go bald while I'm still young! QAQ...)
B cells and memory cells, you two really are inseparable... Damn it, stop saying the world is ending every day. I'm not going to die that soon!
Mast cells, don't argue with the B cells...
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"Then from now on, let's protect this body together!"
It's kind of embarrassing to have the body's owner say that...
Theme: Your cells love your body far more than you do
In fact, you really don't want to harm your body for other things. When I was a sophomore in high school, two-thirds of the girls around me had stomach problems, one-third of the girls had dysmenorrhea, and one-half of the girls went to bed after 11 o'clock like me, and some even went to bed later. Although I go to bed late and only sleep seven and a half hours a day including nap every day, I have never had the experience of not eating in the morning (even when I was wearing braces, I would drink porridge), and I have never stopped exercising. I often play badminton, tennis, and table tennis, and I will run several kilometers for exercise when I have time on weekends. So I've never had stomach problems or dysmenorrhea. But in fact, my teacher was also a procrastinator. If I didn't arrive before 7:15 in the morning, I would be marked as late. I would read non-stop at 7:20 and start the first class at 40: 40. My home was close to the school. I started running at 7 o'clock just in time to catch up. I had endless homework at night... I often got up in the morning and rushed, writing with one hand and using chopsticks with one hand. If I couldn't finish my early self-study, I would write again. Health is always better than learning. You can still learn when you are healthy, but you can't study well if you go to the hospital if you are sick.
In order to keep the plot going, the heroine constantly realizes the hard work of cells, cries and admits her mistake for not taking care of her body. On the other hand, she keeps making mistakes repeatedly and still does not take her health seriously. What is this behavior called?
It looks good, but I can't find any food.
Good-looking(??ω??)??
It's very beautiful and interesting!!!
Come on, come on, come on, come on, I love you^3^
Come on! Really good-looking
Long time no see... Come on!
Woohoo~Long time no see
Nice! Come on (??ω??)??