Chapter 126: Leave of Absence Form

Leave of Absence Form

Leave of Absence Form

Your servant, the word-scribe, submits:

——I am but a corporate drone, barely surviving before my computer, seeking no recognition in the break room.

You, my readers, do not despise my lowly status; you persistently follow, subscribe to my humble work, and for this I am deeply grateful—I pledge myself to serve you.

Since receiving this charge, I have worried day and night, forced to wield the keyboard as a hoe and the screen as my field.

But now my lumbar spine is curved sideways, my shoulders stiffened, sitting like on a bed of needles, standing like a shrimp bent in arch—this is truly a moment of dire crisis!

Yet the sound of typing never ceases, and I dare not forget the update gap, for I remember your noble patronage and wish to repay you with updates.

I humbly beg you, my readers, to govern with benevolence: all who suffer from prolonged sitting shall be granted medicated patches.

I was once a commoner, tilling the soil of Writer's Assistant, barely preserving my updates on Qidian, seeking no abundant monthly votes, using the keyboard as my hoe, coffee as my lifeline, staying awake till the third watch of night.

Overwhelmed by the fear and trembling of a loyal dog or horse, I humbly submit this petition:

"I was once an esports cervical spine, long seasoned in battle, yet youth has fled—my arms feel leaden, my waist like it's been split by a cart.

This is not me slacking—it is a warning of herniated lumbar discs!

I humbly beg you, my readers, to observe that I have consecutively updated for over thirty days, and this is my first leave request this month—grant me one day's leave, so I may revive myself with Red Bull and reapply my medicated patches; tomorrow, I shall faithfully follow the example of Wu Hou and resume my word-scribing.

As I finish this petition, tears fall, staining the keyboard."

I fully know that requesting leave is like cutting off flesh, yet my body is now showing signs of collapse; if I force myself to remain before the computer, I fear I shall bring about the disaster of "overworked water text."

I beg you, my readers, to pity this little fish and grant me one day to rest and recover; I shall emulate the ancient sage Ge You's slouching method, applying high-waisted support externally and ingesting goji berries internally, ensuring my lumbar spine returns to place and my cervical spine regains vitality, so I may once again serve you as a loyal dog or horse!

I am filled with trembling dread, awaiting your command.

I now request leave, tears streaming before the screen, unable to speak.

(End of Chapter)