It was as if my brain had been stuffed into a high-speed wall-breaking machine, spinning and buzzing. Every stirring made my temples throb, with a dull pain like a hangover and a deep-seated emptiness in my bones. My stomach was in turmoil, the remaining cheap coffee and the greasy takeaway that hadn't been digested were rebelling. A burning sensation came all the way up my esophagus, making my throat dry and bitter.
His eyelids were as heavy as two lead doors welded shut. I tried desperately to open a crack and look at the lower right corner of the damn screen.
"00:07".
That string of scarlet numbers was the Sword of Damocles that hung over my head for seven days, and it was also the last straw that broke this old camel's back. For seven days in a row, I was like a whipped top, spinning and jumping in palm-sized places such as the work station, conference room, and tea room, never stopping. The director's greasy, fat face was still dazzling in front of his eyes, and spittle flew down: "Xiao Li, this demand is urgent! Party A's dad wants it tomorrow! One more edition, just one edition! Young people must have a fighting spirit!" Fight hard, sir! I fought so hard that my life almost died!
"Stay... For another five minutes..." I screamed to myself in my mind, my voice was like an old bellows leaking air, and it was so dry that it hurt, "After handing over... This territory... I... Go to bed..."
Darkness, pure darkness without a trace of light, like thick and cold asphalt, overwhelmed me instantly. There was no sense of falling, no fear, just a kind of... Finally liberated, death-like peace.
Grow up quickly! Depends on making big money!