The supervisor does not die from a debt

"Don't worry, failure will make you become more proficient. At first, I couldn't even finish half of the first level. This is still novice training-well, the bread is delicious. It doesn't matter if I eat it all?"

Handing a croissant to Futaba, she found that she had forgotten to work because she watched the speed pass. Now when she was speeding up, she thought about it and handed the bread to her mouth.

Then she continued to shred the bread and feed her with interest, just like feeding a small animal.The mercury lamp yawned boredly, flew up from the monitor, landed on Tomano's head and sat down, then looked down at her fiddle with the handle.

To be honest, although they have long silver hair, the texture of the mercury lamp is even colder, as if they will launch an offensive that cannot be underestimated at any time.But Chino was different, soft and seemingly not threatening...only when she was not exerting any strength.

This comfortable atmosphere continued until Tomino finally passed the first level with her own efforts (and the supervisor's almost hand-to-hand guidance). She let out a small cheer and then returned the handle to the supervisor.

"What's wrong? There are a lot of levels behind, and the design is very good, you can play around and relax your spirit."

However, Chino shook his head and replied softly: "There are still many small things to deal with, so you can't indulge in entertainment...The one who needs a rest is the supervisor..."

Resolutely handed the handle back to the supervisor. When Tomino jumped off the chair, she also reached out to hold the mercury lamp on her head, so that she would not fall off, and then began to hold the cleaning tools with some peace of mind to tidy the table and clean the floor for the supervisor. Scattered files and so on.

Seeing her persistence, the supervisor did not continue to dissuade her. Instead, she shrugged, sat in her seat, turned off the game, and then turned on to be able to connect with employees to check their self-training progress or simply entertain the game.

"Ha! The work is complete, Futaba Minecraft is next, what is your brother playing?"

As soon as Futaba turned his head, he saw that the supervisor hung the employee whose name should be Miku Dark on the tree, and then hit her with a hammer, as if whip the corpse.

"Oh? I'm whip the corpse. Ah, don't care about the details. Is the work over? I'll be over in a while, let's see what we can play to pass the time later."

The supervisor sharply turned around and knocked over the employees who wanted to come to rescue, and then said so.

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A few minutes later, when Chino finally finished handling the messy things in the room, he turned around and saw that the supervisor was holding a stack of documents, looking at the text on it, thinking hard.

Didn’t you just say you want to play a game? Why does it become a file after a turn?

Walking over with a stack of useless documents, and tiptoe to look at the documents in the supervisor's hands, Chino unexpectedly discovered that it was a research report on [T-01-75].

"In general, as long as I can guarantee that every time it flees, there will be enough manpower to contain it, and then don't let this thing touch the corpse, basically it is even weaker than the Shin-level anomaly?"

When the supervisor asked, Futaba sat in her chair close to the supervisor’s chair, and her upper body was attached to the supervisor like a cat: "Yes, that’s it. Now that my brother already knows this. Almost all the abnormal news, then these information can also be unlocked!"

It’s a little too happy to unlock without researching points. Although the process is extremely cumbersome and it is not sure whether it is reproducible, it is better than nothing—the supervisor can always be so optimistic.

"Then, the last question, how to name this anomaly, always using [T-01-75] to describe it seems a bit troublesome, it is better to find a nice name, for example..."

Before he could say anything, Futaba put his whole hand into the supervisor’s mouth, and then blushed slightly: “You can’t say it directly...even if it’s your brother! It’s better to start work tomorrow. At that time, it would be better to rename it...this way."

If you speak, you can stop it by other means. Why do you need to poke your hand directly into someone’s mouth.The supervisor rolled her eyes, her tongue moved, and then she felt as if she was pinched by Futaba. When she subconsciously thought she was going to pull her tongue out--

Futaba suddenly pulled out his hand forcefully, then wiped the supervisor's clothes: "In short, we must be alert, um, alert!"

"I understand, but what does it have to do with your plan to pull my tongue? To be honest, you almost put your fingers on my tonsils... Ah, it seems, Futaba, your hands are so small."

"My brother always pays attention to inexplicable places, which makes people feel troubled... But it doesn't matter, I can adapt. In the next time, it seems that there will be a while, what should I do..."

Futaba's troubled hands wiped clean the palms of her hands, and then stuck to the supervisor like a boneless cat.This situation is no wonder Tomono is not surprised - if it weren't for something to do, she would even wait to stay in the supervisor's arms without moving for a second.

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746. Is it human nature to want to bully because you think others are cute?

So, obviously, when Ling Xian was carrying a small medicine box and flipping through the documents in his hand while entering the supervisor's office, the scenery he saw was more subtle.

The supervisor's chair is very wide, and he sits on it quite spaciously, and then as long as he sits on it with his legs crossed, Tomono can sit in the arms of the supervisor as if he is curled up.

She is seriously holding the tweezers and putting the parts of the boat in the bottle into the bottle, while the supervisor is holding the handle with both hands, using Tomano’s soft and extremely elastic thighs as cushions, and looking at the screen seriously. The role in the wall.

Futaba leaned his back on the supervisor’s arm, bent his legs and placed the notebook on his knees, and then watched the training video carefully. All three of them were very leisurely and performed their favorite activities without disturbing others at all. , While enjoying the behavior that can reduce instability and regress the abnormal tendency.

"Um... Good evening, Ms. Futaba, Ms. Tomino, and the supervisor. It seems that I came here a bit earlier today. I wonder if it will disturb you?"

The supervisor turned his head, only holding a stick and a broken shield in the picture. The character with only a piece of rags all over his body is swiftly beating and will continue to roll, and his body is covered with monsters that can handle blue crystals. See the answer on the screen:

"It's okay, it's relatively leisurely today. The chair just came out. If you plan to handle the work, just sit next to it, and... Your Royal Highness, can you please don't block my sight with your head? Although I can speed through blindly. , But it doesn’t mean I want to do this every day."

"What a troublesome idiot human, huh..."

The mercury lamp flew up from Chino's head, then landed on the monitor, facing the wall of the screen, not surprised at the monsters moving inside and the noisy sound, probably used to it.

Without further excuses, Ling Xian put the medicine box in his hand on the table and opened it, and after scanning the state of the next three people, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Ms. Chris, you have seen that interacting with the supervisor does make it unstable and an abnormal tendency to turn in a good direction. This situation is consistent with Miss Ling, or even better.

"I have made it clear, and I am investigating, there is no need to emphasize this point many times. Now it is a break time. Please take a break, not a professional habit. Go and test the people around you. This may lead to dissatisfaction and think you Watching them."

Christina's voice came from the monitor, and the supervisor took a look and found that she was standing there wearing a familiar half-coat uniform.

Then he solved the huge monster in front of him with black matter derived from his body, and replied: "It's okay, I don't mind, you can check it anyway... The anatomy is still a bit unacceptable, please do it lightly."

Although Ling Xian looks conscientious and capable every day, she now sighed clearly and sat on the chair vacated by the supervisor.

"Please rest assured, I will not operate on you without your permission, and even if I am unreasonably regarded as a workaholic, I will feel uncomfortable."

The supervisor was stunned for a second. He didn't even react to his character being hacked to death by a man who was as thin as firewood with dual wielding knives, and then restarted the game with haha ​​and deleted the archive.

"Is that so? I'm very sorry. After all, Ling Xian always gives me a serious, serious feeling, like a commander, a field physician who won the first place in the melee without accepting heads... Anyway, please allow me apologize."

This kind of rusty feeling made Lingxian feel that her mood has deteriorated again, but fortunately, she has been wearing ears that will not change her appearance due to her spirit, and most people can't detect it.

The supervisor scratched his cheeks, a little embarrassed: "Maybe because the intensity of the recent training is too high, coupled with the fact that I have been dealing with work all day long, so I feel that Ling Xian will only focus on work... or something. "

"Then, since it's a break, can you play a game with me for a while? You see, Ling has just finished the work, and there are so many people. I just happen to have a good game that I want to recommend."

Switching the screen, and encouraged by the bell, the supervisor clicked on a very cartoon-looking game: "If you want to say, I bought it a long time ago and played it by myself for a long time. Later, because I really don’t have friends, I still talk to the computer. Telling the story is like being an audience."

Because that description made people feel so pitiful to tears, Ling Xian didn't have any thoughts, and took the handle handed by the supervisor.

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So for the next hour or so, it was a nightmare for Ling Xian to reincarnate. Although she didn't care about winning or losing, she would only get the bottom position, which made her rare to mention her ambition.

Then I was beaten to the last place even more tragically. Even after this family-friendly mode of throwing dice and playing mini games ended, when Futaba also participated in and drove karts together, it improved slightly, but was still firmly pressed. In the last place.

She pressed her lips tightly, and looked at the character who was hit by a turtle shell and struck by lightning on the screen, and she, who was first in the first two laps, was hit last by various traps and props, without saying a word.