Chapter 130: Leave of Absence Petition

Leave of Absence Petition

Leave of Absence Petition

Your servant, the word-coder, speaks:

—Your servant is but a corporate slave, eking out a living before a computer, seeking no fame in the breakroom.

You, my readers, did not deem your servant lowly, but followed my work and subscribed to my clumsy writing; for this, I am grateful, and thus pledged to serve you.

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

Yet now, my lumbar spine is curved, my shoulders are stiff, sitting feels like needles, and standing makes me hunch like a shrimp; this is truly a critical moment of life and death!

However, the sound of tapping keys never leaves my ears, and I dare not forget the gap in updates, for I wish to repay the exceptional kindness of you, my readers, with more chapters.

I humbly hope you, my readers, will govern with benevolence, so that all who fall ill from long hours of sitting may be soothed with medicinal plasters.

Your servant was originally a commoner, farming in the Author Assistant, seeking only to preserve my update streak on Qidian, not asking for a bounty of monthly tickets; with keyboard as hoe and coffee to sustain my life, I toil through the third watch of the night without sleep.

Your servant is overcome with the fear of a dog or horse, and respectfully submits this petition:

"Your servant suffers from 'e-sports neck,' long seasoned on the battlefield, but alas, my youth is gone; my arms feel filled with lead, and my waist feels as if torn apart by chariots.

This is not your servant slacking off, but a genuine warning of a lumbar disc herniation!

I hope you will observe that your servant has updated for over thirty consecutive days, and this is the first time this month I have asked for leave; grant me one day of rest, and once I have replenished my life with Red Bull and reapplied my plasters, I shall surely emulate the loyalty of the Martial Marquis and continue my word-coding career tomorrow.

Facing this petition, tears fall, staining the keyboard."

Your servant knows well that asking for leave is like cutting off one's own flesh, but my sickly body is already showing signs of collapse; if I force myself to stay before the computer, I fear it will lead to the disaster of "overworked, watery writing."

May you, my readers, take pity on this small fish and grant me one day to recover; I shall emulate the ancient sage's method of "Ge You slouching," applying plasters externally and drinking goji berry tea internally, so that my lumbar spine may return to its place and my cervical spine may be rejuvenated, allowing me to once again serve you with the labor of a dog or horse!

I await your command in great trepidation.

Submitting this leave of absence, tears fall before the screen, and I know not what I am saying.

(End of chapter)