No wonder it is said on the Internet that the tetralogy of Omicron is:

1. Blind confidence

2. Too optimistic

3. Arrogant and domineering

4. Dreaming about too much milk

I really shouldn’t set the flag. I think I can survive until the holiday safely by staying in a small 18th-tier city in the south.

I reviewed my life trajectory and determined that I was infected while ordering takeout.

I see many readers asking why the author keeps sheep at home.

According to my observation, most authors don’t cook at home and mostly order takeout.

And I stay up late typing, and sometimes I am crazy about updating. After finishing writing, I feel like I am exhausted, and I need a late night snack to replenish my energy.

The delivery boy should be a type of person who has relatively wide contact with society, so it is normal for the author to be forced to sheep.

Now the author group is divided into: Yang has passed and will recover soon;

Not yet yang, but suffering from phantom yang syndrome, feeling that I am yang;

Firmly believe that you are the chosen one, super immune to these three major groups.

Readers who have followed me all this way also know that I am the ultimate weakling. I have taken two leave of absence because of going to the hospital in the past two years.

One was treated with minimally invasive surgery for pulmonary nodules, and as a result, he was given a "check-in" with good grades. The other was treated with herpes zoster, and the treatment was discontinued for about ten days.

But this time I persevered and still made steady progress towards the completion of the book.

My immunity is much weaker than the average person, so I always pay attention to it.

I applied to work from home early, tried not to go out, and stocked up on frozen food and essential medicines at home.

And he made bold statements in the group of authors, striving to be the last sheep.

The result...

The speed of light slaps you in the face.

The current symptoms are low-grade fever, general weakness, soreness and pain, as if the body has been completely drained after twenty times of crazy catheterization.

Of course, this is just a metaphor and not my personal experience.

All in all, I can only lie in bed and moan, and my family is not around. I live alone, so I have to boil water, make medicine, and cook food by myself.

Difficult to stretch.

Alas, I couldn’t escape after all, so I sent it anyway.

There is no way, the spread is too fast, my 18th line has been running out of capacity since yesterday.

It often happens that after placing an order, the merchant accepts the order but no one delivers it.

I don’t know exactly how many days of leave I should take, so I’ll just send you a separate notice.

1.42 million words is already the longest journey I have ever taken, so I will never fail here.
Chapter completed!