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006 Mother's 60th Birthday

Qianlong Lee felt a wave of humiliation, even though he had expected it. Blame their own talent is too poor, not to do network writer material at all, if you continue like this, I'm afraid that sooner or later you will die of exhaustion here.

Qianlong Lee dragged himself along, bumping into a number of Public-level web writers as he worked.

Their eyes flashed unbearably at Qianlong Lee's appearance. Qianlong Lee smiled wryly and did not reply to their attempts to persuade him to leave Qianlong Wen Zong.

Back in her dorm, Qianlong Lee fumbled under her bed. Take out the buns hidden under the bed and pop one in your mouth. The buns were dry, and Qianlong Lee didn't drink any water, just lay down on the bed.

Qianlong Lee lay in bed, contemplating how to solve the problem at hand.

"I am in such poor health that if I continue to do so much work, I will end up dead on my feet all over again! For now, I have to run for a while to avoid death!"

Qianlong Lee thought about it, but it was the only way to be practical.

The practice of network writers is a process of precipitation and accumulation. Only thick and thin hair, can break through the shackles, on the road to the network of authors!

But these past three years, overwork, far from precipitating a trace of the bottom. Even the original potential was depleted, leaving Qianlong Lee with a wave of disappointment.

"With the situation I'm in, it's a tough road to actually getting into online authorship!"

Qianlong Lee bowed his head in silence as the voice from a previous life came back to him in a trance, "I'm sorry, your Contracted application failed, please don't be discouraged...!"

I don't know when, every time he was desperate. Words ringing in his ears always made him burn with power in his anger.

The immediate difficulties must be found a way to get through, or you will be exhausted alive.

Today, the only way to take advantage of her mother's birthday is to go home for a while, but Qianlong Lee is not a soft touch. He would memorize the faces of all those who bullied him, and wait for them to be returned when he grew stronger.

Early the next morning, Qianlong Lee came to the door of the Handyman's Office and said respectfully to Cao Biao, the public steward, "Steward, I'd like to go home and have a look."

Then Qianlong Lee quietly handed Cao Biao, the public steward, a recommendation ticket he had been saving for a long time.

Take Qianlong Lee's filial piety, steward Cao Biao face only slightly moved.

"Well, come with me!" The steward, Cao Biao, curled his lip, glanced coolly at Qianlong Lee, and turned toward the courtyard.

Qianlong Lee, stone-faced, quickly followed. It wasn't long before he was led to a small stone house.

"Uncle Yang, a Public-level web writer has come to ask you for leave," Cao Biao, the supervisor, said lazily, standing outside the stone room.

There was not a hint of deference in his voice, and it was clear that the man in front of him, Uncle Yang Shi, was not a high lord. With that, he casually stood aside.

Then an old voice came from the stone room, "You go down and let the Public-level network writer in."

The steward, Cao Biao, chuckled and excused himself. He didn't look at Qianlong Lee as he left. Tensing inside, Qianlong Lee pushed open the outer door. As soon as I walked in, I felt a thick weight of power wash over me.

"What are you standing there for, not giving your name fast enough?"

There was a hint of disapproval in the Elder Yang's voice, a commanding voice coming from the stone room.

"Public-<unk> Qianlong Lee, meet Elder Yang. It's my mother's 50th birthday in a few days, and I want to go home and ask the Elder for his permission." Qianlong Lee said quickly and respectfully.

"Well, the practice of web writers is all about cutting through the mundane, like you. No wonder you haven't been able to break through the public trifecta for three years. You're still just a Public-level web writer. If you keep this up, you'll never want to be a Contracted web writer in your life and go down Author's Road!" Elder Yang's aged voice admonished.

Qianlong Lee frowned and couldn't help but say, "Below is just a Public-level web writer who doesn't enjoy any of the perks of seventh-grade living. How can you fly and escape from the mortal world?"

At this, there was a moment of silence, and after a long moment of impatience, he said, "A month's notice, a quick return. This is a magic spell that can be used with the Fairy One twice. It will speed you up a lot and reduce the time it takes to get back and forth."

With that, a seemingly bland teal charm floated out the window of the room and landed squarely in Qianlong Lee's hand.

Qianlong Lee picked up the fairy charm and held it prized in his arms.

He knew that all Public-level web writers who went away to visit their families were given such spells.

The purpose of the seven heaves is simple. Through these network writers who come home to visit their families, they can demonstrate the magical abilities of the network writers and thus attract more ignorant teenagers to join the seven heaves.

The magic spell of this fairy together is, to put it bluntly, of such poor quality that it can only be considered the lowest rung.

There is only one advantage and it is simple to use, just one patch on the leg at a time. It's a speed bump for web writers in the public realm.

Stepping out of the yard, Qianlong Lee pondered for a moment and headed for her quarters. After gathering his things in his room and saying goodbye to Xue, he headed down the hill.

Because Qianlong Lee was afraid that Zhou Wuwen would come looking for another entanglement, he prepared to travel overnight. The sky was now so full of stars that Qianlong Lee felt nothing but a rush of air from the spell as it went straight for his legs.

Qianlong Lee didn't know what the energy burst from within the spell was, but now Qianlong Lee's body was light without warning and her legs felt as if they had the strength to make it last.

And Qianlong Lee felt her legs swelling, as if they were being infused with an invisible energy.

The energy was gentle, but gentle enough to make Qianlong Lee always feel like unleashing the foreign energy his legs were pumping into him, instinctively kicking forward.

The inspired mantra emitted an almost translucent clarity. And the blessing is especially noticeable when it reaches the upper leg. There seemed to be a cool breeze holding his body, and his whole body seemed lighter.

Tigers and jackals in the mountains, sensing the air currents around Qianlong Lee, moved away quickly, one by one, afraid to approach.

Enjoying the freedom of the air, Qianlong Lee was in a rare relaxed mood, walking at a brisk pace, heading in the direction he remembered.

One night without a word, the next morning dawned. Qianlong Lee looked back and saw that he was out of the woods. It was only a few more miles or so to the nearest county, and then down the path to the home town I remembered.

Qianlong Lee didn't dare stop for fear that the magic in her legs would wear off.

It was dawn when Qianlong Lee entered the county seat. It was now the fair and the crowds were coming thick and fast. Qianlong Lee wandered around, bought some presents for her parents and hurried away.

Now that he had taken the place of the original Qianlong Lee, he intended to honor the original Qianlong Lee's parents as his own.

That's a reward for the original Qianlong Lee keeping his body for himself.

Qianlong Lee was finally home by midday. From a distance he could see a long red banner hanging high in his home with a large birthday sign on it.

With a long cry, Qianlong Lee leapt at the sight and ran in the direction of his home.