Didn't escape after all

No wonder the Internet says that the Omicron tetralogy is:

1. Blind confidence

2. Too optimistic

3. Arrogant and domineering

4. Dreaming about too much milk

I really shouldn't set the flag, thinking that I can stay safe until the holidays by staying in a small 18th-tier city in the south.

After reviewing my life trajectory, I 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 do not cook at home, but mostly order takeout.

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

The delivery boys should be a type of people who have 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 is about to recover;

Not yet yang, but suffering from phantom yang syndrome, feeling that he is 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 from 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 very good results. The other was treated with herpes zoster and 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 a lot of frozen food and essential medicines at home.

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

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 groan, 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 send you a separate notice.

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

My throat is dry again, so I went to indulge in effervescent tablets. Readers, please take good care of yourself and your family.
Chapter completed!