The supervisor does not die from a debt

Organize the things on the table. The supervisor pulled the large notebook and turned back to the page of [Interview with the Director of Control Department]. After a little look, he continued to turn back and put the miniature on the new page. printer.

Then I pulled the keyboard, after a little thought, I started to type on the keyboard.Although this keyboard is completely unsuitable, I am used to it and I have nothing to complain about.

Shaking his hands, looking up at the employees in the living area, the supervisor suddenly squinted his eyes. In the picture, he clearly saw Futaba, walking towards Lingxian’s drugstore--but her outfit was a little bit strange.

After the supervisor zoomed the screen, he saw Futaba deceiving himself wearing a small round hat, and even changed a pair of sunglasses and masks, walking inconsistently with speed, as if he was planning to hide his whereabouts.

However, the employees passing by, almost, most of them, talked quietly and pretended not to see them (even if they passed by).

There should be no problem, so the supervisor just let the main vision follow Futaba, and then continue to do his own work.

The supervisor scratched his head. Honestly, he didn’t realize it until now. He seemed to have become someone else’s elder in a vague way. Honestly speaking, he really didn’t feel much. .

Then ask Aoba-no, anyone can, Aoba can't.After that, let’s take a look at the literary works in the games you play. Although I don’t know how the company did it, at least the games are quite complete.

"As a result of your work today, the evaluation has ended. Regarding your ability to work, the company has decided to slightly increase your rating and postpone your departure."

Christina suddenly appeared on the computer monitor, and the supervisor paused, forcibly holding down the thought of trying to touch the mouse: "Ah...Is it? That's not very good, I can ask, now it’s for me How's your rating?"

"This department's chaotic suppression... The results of the appeasement are extremely good, and have not even caused any catastrophic results. For this, the company praises your work ability. Therefore, the punishment for the deterioration of your quality of life will be lifted."

It doesn't matter even if it is not lifted. If you do a careful calculation, it is almost the time since the last so-called'disciplinary', so this award is meaningless?!

It took a long time for the supervisor to squeeze a dry throat from his throat: "Oh, thank you so much."

"At the same time, your daily salary evaluation will be put on the agenda again. The above is the final review result. Please feel free to enjoy your moment of rest."

After the report was completed, Christina disappeared quietly, leaving only the supervisor helplessly watching the records that had been written about halfway down, and quickly continued to write down, not dare to neglect.

Shaking his hand, the supervisor looked at a few memorabilia placed vertically in front of his left hand, especially the turret that had retracted the arm with the speaker for some reason, and felt a little uncomfortable for a while.

"I always feel that it's very quiet... Christina didn't continue nagging, maybe it was dragged by something else in the company?"

Talking to himself like this, the supervisor suddenly looked at the elevator-there was a noise suddenly there, and after a short while, the elevator arrived with a'ding' sound.

Then, Chino cautiously jumped out from the inside holding a bamboo basket, almost tripping himself.

"Ah... Director, you have worked hard today. Because I was invited, I came here early..."

invite?What invitation, the supervisor has never heard of such a thing?

Being puzzled, Tomino tilted his head slightly and took out a small notebook from his pocket: "Oh, that's the case, then I have to work harder..."

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The so-called hard work is actually to help the supervisor clean up the table, move all the files that are a little in the way to the ground, and clear the table out by the way.

The supervisor sat in his chair holding the big notebook, watching Chino easily lift the heavy fax machine with his hands to the ground, and then moved the display to the other side, acting extremely well-behaved.

Every time when it came time to do housework, Tomono seemed to be a different person, serious and meticulous.

"Speaking of...er, I mean, why did I suddenly decide to tidy up the table? Could it be because I had completed the interview with the Intelligence Department...or, for Futaba's appeasement, I decided to treat me with a big meal?"

Tomino held a large stack of documents and tilted his head to place them on the ground: "Well...it seems to be like this, that...your work performance today is very, very good. But what did you say to Ms. Futaba? What? I feel that she is very happy."

To emphasize, after putting down the documents, Tomino opened his hand and made an'extraordinarily big' gesture: "Since I entered the company, that... I have never seen Ms. Futaba, so happy... I'm a little bit curious. ..."

The supervisor turned on the notebook unexpectedly: "Is it the first time? Actually, it's nothing. It's just fulfilling Futaba's hope and becoming her family."

"Oh...family, indeed, Miss Futaba has always been a lone...person?"

Chino nodded obediently, and suddenly reacted halfway through the conversation. She ran around the table and ran in front of the supervisor: "What do you mean by family and family?! Could it be that...you want to marry Ms. Futaba? ?!"

Who has been poisoned by her in the company?How could Tomono think so strangely?!

He stretched his hand on Tomano’s little head and rubbed it vigorously. After she was smoothed like an angry little bunny, the supervisor explained, “How is it possible? I’m not a villain taking advantage of others. It’s just that. He is just trying to be Futaba's brother."

Then quickly add a sentence: "It's not big brother, not big brother, you can't shout like that. I feel like I'll be called this way, I will suddenly die one day."

Chino nodded clearly, and now he realized that his cheeks were slightly red after realizing his distorted thoughts.

In order to change the subject, she turned her head to look to the side, and whispered somewhat delicately, "Neither obviously nor I have said that... Director, too cunning..."

"Isn't there? But in my heart, I always think that Chino is the most suitable wife."

This is the first time the supervisor has seen someone turn pink all over in reality, and it turns out that people's arms can really be turned into that strange shape.

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344. Every time there is peace, it means that things are getting better

Coming out of Lingxian's pharmacy, Futaba raised her head and looked upwards. Although it was blocked by sunglasses, which made the simulated natural light illumination appear particularly weak, this was the first time she walked outside so freely.

The physical condition is very good, but it is a little thin and weak, and some minor anemia, but it is harmless.The best solution is to rest more and worry less.

I’ve never cared about it before, but now Futaba has realized with hindsight that the company’s semi-automatic equipment has more or less been involved in the construction of its own. No wonder the supervisors were very difficult when they couldn’t support themselves. It's angry.

Shaking his head, throwing out his worthless thoughts, Futaba bowed his head vigilantly, thinking that no one would find himself. Although I don’t know why, people passing by would bypass him without being aware of it, but would not be affected by others. Watching, Futaba is satisfied.

Just like this all the way to the head of the training department, near Aoba's home, Futaba saw Aoba who was training new employees to get them ready.

After all the employees left, Aoba suddenly turned to look here, and then walked over without hesitation: "Ms. Futaba, what are you doing squatting here?"

"Hmm! My perfect stealth disguise. Hmm, it's nothing, but Ling Xian said, let me come here after I get out, I don't know why..."

Facing a familiar colleague, Futaba breathed a sigh of relief. She took off her glasses and mask: "Furthermore, I sneaked perfectly along the way, without being noticed by anyone!"

Some headaches knocked on her forehead, Aoba really couldn't bear to expose it, but in fact, it was basically a person who could notice her strange outfit.

Looking up at Futaba, who is a little taller than herself, she feels a little more relaxed: "Well, but that's okay, Miss Futaba looks better than before, and I'm relieved. However, it's still a little bit better. Not reconciled, even I can't comfort the good Miss Shuangye, how did the supervisor enlighten her with a few words?"

She suddenly clapped her hands: "Could it be that it depends on the power of love? It is also possible. After all, even me, there are things that can't be done."

Futaba pressed against the wall, and was forced by the sudden imposing Aoba to want to escape. In a daze, she almost thought that a pair of pointed horns had grown on the head of the girl with purple hair and ponytail in front of her.

'Hurry up and recruit them all~ or I will tick you~'

Such.

Fortunately, Aoba is not that kind of person. Soon she condensed her imposing appearance and reached out and grabbed Futaba's hand: "But, it's good to be able to recover! Everyone is looking forward to Miss Futaba. To be honest, although it doesn’t look good now, as long as you adjust yourself, it’s okay!"

Futaba nodded blankly: "Oh oh... Then, what do you want to tell me?"

"There is nothing special. Miss Futaba is fine now, and she doesn't need psychological counseling, and instead of listening to me telling the truth, it's better to talk to your supervisor and find a way to reduce stress that suits you? "