The supervisor does not die from a debt

"So just like I said, here is a small jump without knocking your head. You just need to tick it first and let the trap start to rush forward immediately to prevent being read, and you can pass it immediately."

In the picture, the happy-faced villain keeps jumping and sprinting, leaving all the crises and difficulties behind him, until he enters a new picture, and then a picture of Miss Future appears in front of him.

Holding Coke in both hands, Aoba sat on a chair and shook his head to the music. His long slender ponytail dangled: "Why is there a Miss Future in the supervisor's game? Isn't it afraid of memetic pollution that will cause problems? "

"I don't know, the program was made by Futaba, and the other frameworks were combined by others... I only play games... Slots are endurance levels. Forget it, it doesn't matter."

The supervisor swiftly and precisely tapped the keyboard, causing the villain in the picture to jump and avoid the dense and dense apples, while the Miss Future in the picture...er, waved green onions.

This time, even Tomino couldn't help but laugh, she made a small noise, her body was trembling, and even the boat in the bottle could not be assembled properly.

"Really, really... Although Miss Mirae likes scallion rice bowls very much, but... it won't be so rude. Use it to beat people..."

"Hey, I think that Miss Mirai will do this. Moreover, the supervisor's impression is that there are more excessive behaviors." Futaba pushed his glasses, turned off the program, and stretched out.

With a crisp blast, Miss Future’s Lie burst out in a cloud of blood, and then the BGM of the game clearance sounded, the supervisor also clapped his hands and glanced at the stopwatch.

Dozens of seconds faster than before...Is the improvement in physical fitness really all-round, without dead ends?

Putting all these thoughts down, the supervisor glanced at the time, and it was almost time to take a break... But I felt a little under-eaten, so just take a bread mat.

Thinking of this, the lid on the ceiling of the office opened, and then a dinner plate was placed on the table.

The supervisor opened the dinner plate suspiciously, and found that it was a large portion of stew that was still gurgling with heat and bubbles. The white radish, beef tendon, and fish tofu that had been adjusted to taste were all covered. The bamboo sticks are strung together, surging inside.

The sweet scent intertwined in the office, causing Futaba, who was about to leave, to stop suddenly. She blinked delicately, and then suddenly closed the notebook: "Well, this is the compensation of Miss Nepjiya. One? It smells very good. When I go back later, I'll find one too..."

The supervisor wiped his hands and took out a few beef tendons from the boiling pot and put them on the plate: "Why are you going back? Eat a midnight snack before leaving. Anyway, I didn't plan to stuff myself up again. go to sleep."

When invited, Futaba happily pulled the chair closer, and then took the food that should be called oden, blew it happily, and put it in his mouth.

The taste is very different from fried or charcoal grilled food. The seasoning gently penetrates into the soft but chewy beef tendon, which makes her chew her cheeks seriously.

Then he turned his head and saw that the supervisor was sitting cross-legged on a chair, with a ceramic teacup in front of him and Aoba, pouring clear water into it.

"Oh, you said this, this is... Um, yes, Miss One, Two and Three privately store mineral water, yes, the very famous kind, don't worry."

This is what the supervisor explained.

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Chino bulged her cheeks irritably. Although the fish tofu was tender and tender, the taste was very full. Similarly, the thick white radish was full of the soup, sweet and delicious, but it didn’t make her drink the supervisor. Behavior, express approval.

Especially after the supervisor drank too much, he became more talkative. For example, he praised how delicious the boiled beef meatballs are, and for example, he used exaggerated performance to describe how hard the fish cakes were made.

Or, to tell Aoba about something she didn't know clearly, setting up traps and the like-I don’t know why, Miss Aoba is very interested in the game where the supervisor said that she can design maps at will and let the plumber pass the customs. .

Both of them have drunk too much. I guess this matter will be forgotten tomorrow... However, when you go to bed, the supervisor will have a somewhat uncomfortable smell of alcohol on his body. Do you want to force him to cleanse his body? Sleep again?

Unconsciously bit the bamboo stick, Chino spit out the crushed bamboo shavings, then sighed, lifted the drunk Aoba, and then sent her to the bed as usual ...Change to pajamas by the way.

As for Futaba, he said hello to the supervisor who was already a little confused, then put away the notebook and left the office happily.

Because the smell of alcohol on his body is quite strong, Futaba gave up wanting to go up there for a while, so as to enjoy the feeling of being embraced by warm things more comfortably.

After the initial excitement, the supervisor yawned and lay on the chair, slowly waiting for the influence of alcohol to dissipate, and then flipping through the documents carelessly, suddenly found that the mercury lamp had not moved at all.

He burped: "His Royal Highness, it's almost time to rest now. Should you think about it...well, rest? There will be relatively tedious tasks to be handled tomorrow, so..."

"It's long and long, it's troublesome, fool humans don't care about me, as long as they don't leave this place and don't affect you, then it doesn't matter what I want to do."

This is true, so after the dizziness gradually dissipated and the supervisor started to become normal, he walked steadily to the washing table, rinsed himself a little, and then took off the shirt that was full of alcohol.

"Ah...Forget it, I'll talk about too troublesome things tomorrow, take a break, I hope tomorrow's work can be easier, it is best not to send any disgusting abnormalities..."

Settling Aoba, Chino rushed to the bed that Lingxian bought before, laid the quilt and said softly: "Don't worry too much... Manager, when you rest, let yourself Excessive worry...maybe it will make sleep quality worse..."

But to be honest, the supervisor does not want to go to sleep right now, because there is still a little more time, so you can just...check whether your training is effective.

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PS:...Why are you so tired every day...Forget it, please ask for a ticket!

812. Remembering the past in a dream will not let people travel through time and space!

To be honest, the supervisor feels that if you can use your fitness teaching to make money, not to mention that it is worth more than 10 million yuan a year.

It only took dozens of days from the stamina to be able to make Tomano beg the supervisor to rest in a whispered voice... how to put it, because she is too cute, so accidentally bullying a bit too much, is it okay?After all, Chino is very soft and will definitely understand.

However, the supervisor still obeyed the rest time. After turning the clock, he hugged the soft and warm Chino into a sleep state. Before his consciousness became hazy, he thought about it with chaotic thinking. What extraordinary things will he dream of today?

But before he got the answer, his consciousness had dispersed, as if moving in some kind of viscous substance, and then when he opened his eyes again, he saw the cold meeting room, under the cold light above his head, it was positive. The intelligence table constantly refreshing data.

The supervisor didn't think too much. For him, it's time for a break, and it's enough to keep watching.

From the reflection on the desktop, the supervisor saw herself...or she saw Miss Neha who was still a little immature. She was staring at those difficult words without blinking, but she didn't say a word.

This development is not right, she should be talking to herself logically.

As her eyes shifted, the door of the meeting room slid silently, and then a girl with short blue hair and a saber slung in her waist walked in. After she fiddled with her cloak to hide her pretty dress, Walked to Nanoha's side.

"About twenty more were solved today. How is your situation?"

"Well...it's hard to say, it's a bit tricky, how many have not been solved...probably, six?"

The blue-haired girl scratched her head annoyingly: "I have to work hard. These things are always supernatural. If we are attacked first, even us, maybe we will die."

"I see, Miss Sayxiang... Well, don't you go to the hospital today?"

"I'll go back later. I'll talk about it after the patrol. Speaking of it, the senior sister said that during the patrol, she found a coffee shop that seemed to be very good. Would you like to sit down together?"

Nanoha nodded, looking very happy: "Okay! Then I will meet at the gate of the station when my rotation is over today! I am looking forward to it, I have always been very busy recently..."

"Anyone who can work harder, besides, he can treat that person... well, it's okay, I'll go first~"

After the blue-haired girl left, Ms. Lyrical Nanoha also picked up the long stick placed nearby, carefully checked its condition, held it tightly with both hands, then walked to the window, opened the two-layer opaque glass window, and said softly. A spell.

In an instant, his body became light, even floating, and flew out of the window. The scenery in front of him suddenly changed from an ordinary room to a prosperous but rather serious city.

Towering buildings can be seen everywhere, and humans and transportation facilities are like ants in the endless stream below, but the supervisor did not see the flying cars that are normally found in science fiction works.

At this moment, Lyrical Nanoha suddenly said to himself: "Is the air traffic control done...well, it seems that the problem is still serious, so I can't waste time..."

Flying between the buildings, feeling the wind blowing over the body and flying freely unconstrained by things, the supervisor found that he was also quite happy.

However, this happiness only lasted until a violent explosion occurred in a nearby building, and almost a wall of several floors was blown up.Miss Neha quickly turned around and rushed in the direction of the explosion.