At the beginning of the month, Pighead looked at the dismal monthly vote count and sighed at the sky. There was simply no way to compete.
But as the days passed, everyone gave Pighead surprise after surprise. Monthly votes piled up one by one, followed by everyone's such enthusiastic red-tipping, leaving Pighead anxious again and again.
With that anxiety came only the resolve to repay everyone by writing with the utmost effort. So this month, Pighead did not slack off, not a single day, and kept working hard at writing. Every day, Pighead squeezed the brains out of his own pighead, carefully plotting every day before hammering the words out.
Although we ultimately did not achieve the goal Pighead spoke of with everyone at the start of the month, Pighead firmly believes this was a dazzling, radiant month that left him in an extraordinarily wonderful mood. We had been so far behind, yet through everyone's efforts, we clawed our way up step by step, caught up step by step. Every vote was filled with everyone's love for Pighead, and every reward represented everyone's boundless support for Pighead!
Looking at this unprecedentedly high monthly vote count, Pighead knew that behind it lay the efforts of so many brothers and sisters! So, so many brothers and sisters were supporting Pighead, doing their utmost to cheer him on. That support, like mountains collapsing and seas roaring, left Pighead humbled and uneasy, yet also able to enjoy it beyond measure—warmly intoxicated, as though drunk.
Pighead will not recount every twist and turn of this month's rugged monthly-vote battle, nor thank one by one those readers who stood steadfastly behind him. Pighead has remembered it all in his heart.
February, the month of the Lunar New Year festival—Pighead's writing speed will helplessly have to slow