The supervisor does not die from a debt

This is also one of the reasons why Ling Xian warned his supervisor that frequent contact with abnormalities would lead to his uncontrollable bias towards abnormalities.

Sure enough, isn't it just picking a supervisor?

This kind of doubt was only thrown in the supervisor's mind, and then he was left behind. He leaned on the chair with the mug and patted his satisfying stomach-although the quality has declined, but The weight is as reliable as ever.

The final observation of the [Hell Train] almost came to an end. The next step is to go to the staff rest area before receiving the hell-style training according to the management...Speaking of which, does the opening of the new department mean? Is the new area open?

The supervisor sent the dinner plate back, and then looked at the screen wall. While the previously dim and dull screen was lit, half of the area was lit up at the bottom, that is, the fourth floor below.

The staff rest area on the fifth floor looks very different from the fourth floor. It is more regular, and some areas even have barbed wire fences with ammunition that can be accessed at any time. It seems to be... well, the Yonggu Military District.

But this is indeed a rest area. Except for some employees who are running in line, most of them are walking around leisurely. The supervisor even saw the three people in the training department who had met to go to the upper floor for leisure, near the elevator on the fifth floor. group.

Probably to get acquainted with colleagues and the like.

The supervisor turned his attention away from them. The fifth floor was only half open, but Futaba's residence was quite conspicuous, even conspicuous so that it was not necessary to find it, and could be found at a glance.

After all, outside her house, there is even a vertical billboard with the words "Aoba Psychological Consultation" written on it. Even, at her door, on a row of benches, some employees are holding their arms. Occasionally look at the watch on my hand.

...Psychological counseling?Isn't it game development?

After a pause, the supervisor looked at the computer monitor. Since being rejected by Ling Xian before, Christina has not spoken and has not shown it, but the payment of wages and deductions are also proceeding normally, so there is no major problem.

After zooming the screen, the supervisor placed the center of the screen at Aoba's residence, and after confirming that the sign on the door was "Opening", he entered the store and planned to see what Aoba was doing after work.

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The first floor looks like a reception hall. In the simple hall, there are scattered but very regular plant decorations with holographic images.

The paintings on the walls are also carefully selected. Although people who enter here will not feel how relaxed, at least they will not feel like walking into a certain company and suddenly feel very restrained.

Aoba is not here. The first floor is deserted and no one is there, but the small whiteboard hanging on the wall clearly writes with a marker "Psychological consultation, please wait on the first floor, please don’t make noise, if there is no work Please forgive me for reception.'

In the end, I drew a sunflower that looked like a face.

It seems quite formal...Is Aoba actually working as a counselor here?

After waiting for a short while, the supervisor looked at the stairs on the second floor, and unexpectedly discovered that he was not forbidden to enter. Under curiosity, he swiped the screen wall to switch the screen. Two things appeared in front of him. Small and exquisite room.

There is only a soft chair in the room on the left, and on the other side, inside a rather thick wooden door, is a double airtight glass sliding door.Left and right are extremely asymmetrical, but this is not the point.

Futaba was sitting on a revolving soft chair, seriously holding a record board, writing and drawing with a cute ballpoint pen, and nodding occasionally, as if agreeing with something.

And beside her, there is a sofa that is enough to make people lie down, and the style is quite familiar-wait a minute, that sofa is the same shape as the sofa in the supervisor's office before!

The difference is that there are a pile of various pillows on the sofa, lying on it, the expression of the employees with their hands naturally flat, they also seem to be talking very relaxedly.

This kind of psychological counseling...looks rather formal?

After a while, the employees who were lying there stopped talking, Aoba put down the work board and shook his head and started to say something, but because of the double-layer sound insulation, the supervisor was here and couldn’t see what they were talking about. .

However, following Aoba’s words, the tired, depressed, or not very high mood on the employee’s face gradually improved, and in the end he even turned over and sat up. After a few words of excitement, he said deeply. Bow to the ground, then stand up happily, as if facing a respected instructor student.

Aoba sat on the chair and waved her hand with a gentle smile. After a few more words, the employee turned around respectfully, opened the glass door and then opened the wooden door, and left the second floor happily.

This is the real psychologist. In contrast, the supervisor is simply a mentally retarded family who can't communicate.

"Huh? Is the supervisor outside? You're welcome, come in first. Anyway, there is still some time before the next employee comes to me for counseling-don't be cautious!"

The supervisor swiped the wall of the screen to move the center of the screen from the small room to the room where Aoba was. She stood up and changed a work board, slightly stretched out her hand to sign off the sofa... Then suddenly remembered something, a little confused Scratched his head.

"Forget it, the supervisor can't lie down on my side... It's a pity, but you must have a lot of things you want to ask me now, full of confusion, right? I will help you resolve it as appropriate. You are a little hesitant now. Anxiety or disturbing things."

With that said, Aoba snapped his fingers leisurely, and from the depths of the screen, a girl dressed in a white coat like a studio assistant with a tray in her hand walked slowly over.

I always feel that when I get here, Aoba is leading everything very naturally, and people can't help but believe in her.

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PS: Thank you Huayin for your reward~

PS4:...Well, I feel that every day codewords have new motivation... For example, saving money to update equipment...

234. You are curious again, but this is not a bad thing

The girl who dressed up and seemed to be acting as an assistant put two glasses of water on the table and left. One of them was sent to the supervisor through the robotic arm, and the other... Aoba was on hand, looking quite Looking at the supervisor with joy.

As if I can't wait, I want to express myself.

The supervisor scratched his head: "Suddenly asked me to say something...I don't know what to ask, I don't even ask when I can get more salary, when my living standard can improve, or this strange company. It’s always so mysterious, what do you want to do?"

Aoba tilted his head slightly, and the pair of slender ponytails shook along: "Your living standard will return to the normal rationed level in a few days. As for the salary. The company accurately calculates the salary of each person. Excessive. The material enjoyment can only satisfy the present moment and make people slack off."

"As for the purpose of the company...Miss Chris has already said that in order to revive civilization. Study anomalies and understand how to deal with...or protect them. These are all means of revival. After all, the outside is too messy."

The supervisor leaned back on the chair, and the lemonade provided by Aoba was unexpectedly good, except for a little bit-it made the supervisor feel a little refreshed.

He continued to ask: "How messy is...outside? Can you describe it a little bit?"

Aoba blinked, and looked down at the work board in his hand: "In order not to disclose information that will interfere with you in advance, I think about how I can tell you..."

A long time later, Aoba opened his eyes suddenly: "That’s right, that’s good, don’t you often play video games? It’s like a total war where countless small factions are mixed with big factions. Fighting endlessly every day, it's very lively, that's what it feels like!"

The anomalies who acquired the body beat each other...Forget it, that scene really shouldn't be involved.

Seeing that the supervisor did not continue to ask anything, Aoba waved her hand: "Instead of entangled with things that may be very far away from you, how about focusing on the present? You see, as of today, you have opened four departments. Each department has its own indispensable functions."

"It can be said that without any of them, the company will not be able to operate smoothly."

The supervisor nodded, indeed, as the work progressed, he had a deeper understanding of the willingness of each department.

"Many times, I want everyone to allocate their time reasonably, and moderate rest does not conflict with work, but almost no one wants to listen to me... So I decided to do something within my power."

Aoba smiled slightly, and said in a rather mature tone that was completely inconsistent with her appearance: "So, if there are times when you feel that you have trouble figuring out or encountering difficulties, please come here."

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The meeting with Aoba ended in a daze. The supervisor scratched his head and was caught by Aoba’s assistant—he didn’t realize it until now. This little-spoken but very expressive girl, isn’t it just one, two, three? ——Until the gate is sent out.

The next employee stood up and walked into the store with a sigh. He seemed to be a person plagued by troubles. The supervisor was actually quite curious about how Aoba solves other people's troubles, but this is other people's privacy... forget it.

Thinking about this, the supervisor pulled the screen wall and moved the screen away from the fifth floor. When passing by the fourth floor, he unexpectedly saw a familiar employee standing in front of Lingxian's pharmacy.

The supervisor flipped through the employee roster, then looked at the uniform of a female high school student on the wall of the screen. He looked decent except for his face. He hesitated for a while and decided not to talk to him.