The supervisor does not die from a debt

The two of them had their own thoughts, but unexpectedly, the supervisor was typing on the keyboard while checking the supervisor's manual with his eyes, which he had never read before.

On the other hand, Chino made a boat in a bottle seriously, shaking his body occasionally, in order to put the parts in in some special positions-just spent a quiet time.

Even Christina didn't bother him, so that after finishing the final observation record and reviewing the report, the supervisor suddenly remembered that he had not yet gone to the employee rest area.

I don't know what happened to Qin Yeqian, and the employee named Olegana, although she had returned to the employee rest area, how did that head permeate people.

Opposite the ship in the transparent bottle, the supervisor's hand stopped to make Tomano raise her head, and asked in a low voice: "Supervisor...Is there anything you haven't done yet? You look distressed..."

"There is too much to do, but too little time, and now... uh, late at night, it's too late to go to the rest area, so let's just talk about it tomorrow."

After making up his mind, the supervisor closed the notebook and glanced at the dazzling array of game icons on the computer monitor, and the screen wall with a dark background and huge red numbers showing the time. When he was about to talk about taking a break, he suddenly stopped. meeting.

"Tomono, I have a small question, I don't know if I should ask."

"Huh? As long as I can answer, I can ask... the supervisor don't have to be so polite..."

The supervisor nodded, and after thinking twice, picked up the supervisor's manual.

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PS4:...48 in a day...No, 72 hours should be great, it's really painful...Okay, keep asking for tickets and blades...

266. It is also a way to extend the timeline to an extremely long

"Although it's better not to think about outside matters, I still have a problem. The company is still using a 24-hour work system, which means that the time needs to be adjusted. What is the process during this period... You see, I often suspend work To complete the assignment right?"

This question stopped Chino at once. After all, she wasn't the type who likes to get to the bottom, or to find an answer.

So after a long period of thinking (during the period when the supervisor played with her hair, she gave up thinking and turned to seek foreign aid... Ah, that is Christina.

"You are always good at wasting a lot of time on some meaningless problems. Whether you use it for work or rest, it is extremely valuable, isn't it?"

A bust of Chris appeared on the computer monitor. As always, he first commented on the meaning of the supervisor's behavior, and then looked at Tomono impenetrably.

"The company's time system will not be adjusted arbitrarily, so deviations from the outside world are inevitable. However, after each cycle, the actual timetable will be recalibrated and overwritten to the current time."

"But this does not mean that you have to adjust your working date, because this is a separate counting table, you can understand the difference between the calendar and the actual time."

In other words, the company still records the calendar used when humans still existed on the ground in the past?

"Although it is very presumptuous, but let me just ask by the way... What year is this year? Which month and what day?"

Christina was silent for a while and replied: "The Gregorian calendar is eight thousand one hundred and twelve years. In your knowledge, this is an extremely long and even completely unimaginable calendar, isn't it?"

...That's really a bit long, even if you pull the timeline to a galaxy, it's that way, but...well, in general, this is an answer that surprised the supervisor.

"If there are no more questions, please continue to enjoy your rest time. I am very busy and there are many things that must be done by myself."

After speaking, Corritina disappeared. Tomono suddenly remembered something, and looked at the boat in the bottle in front of him with some nostalgia: "It has been so long... I always feel a little unreal... Hmm."

The supervisor lowered his head and asked, "How long has it been?"

"Feel free to ask the girl's age...Even if it was me, I would be angry, just as angry as this..."

Chino deliberately bulged his cheeks slightly, clenched his fists and put his index fingers on the side of his forehead, pretending that he had a pair of rabbit ears, and put on a bulging look.

Because of being too cute, he was rubbed by the supervisor, and after that, he didn't feel angry at all.

…………

...

In my sleep, I often recombine what I see and hear when I am awake, and then arrange them into a new one, perhaps subconsciously thinking it is a foreseeable dream.

The supervisor noticed that he was managing work, the employees on the screen were fighting the anomaly, and behind him, a giant wolf crouched, yawning.

There was only chaotic blood in the eyes of the giant wolf. It was not He Luo, but something indescribable. At this time, the screen wall in front of him was suddenly pierced by a hatchet with blood flowing.

Coming out from that back, there was a substantive white breath exhaling from the mouth, and the whole body was surrounded by killing intent that made people unable to look directly at it. In those same red eyes, only the giant wolf's...

The supervisor woke up and sat up within a second. Looking left and right, the office was still the same office. It was probably because the memory of the previous armed forces had caused confusion, and asked him to give He Luo and the one who didn’t understand what it was. Confused.

There was a slight whimper around him, the supervisor scratched his head, and after covering Chino with the thin quilt, he got out of bed slightly, and then looked at the time.

There are still close to two hours before the start of work today...Is it getting up earlier and earlier recently?

With such doubts, the supervisor whispered to wash, and while handling personal hygiene, he also looked in the mirror for a long time and finally confirmed one thing.

"Beard and hair are too long, try to cut it off."

Therefore, when Tomino woke up from a warm dream, he saw the supervisor holding a sharp knife, standing in front of a specially treated mirror that only reflected light, facing his neck. Signs come and go.

"Don't think about it—"

Chino woke up in an instant like a quick little rabbit, and at the moment he accurately calculated the angle power and landing point, he jumped directly to the supervisor.

Looking at Tomino in confusion, Tomono has already jumped over before the supervisor has said anything.With the heat, his forehead, which was somewhat too hard, hit his chin directly.

"Puff..."

The supervisor only felt that his lower jaw was knocked on his upper jaw, and his entire brain seemed to have been punched. In an instant, an indescribable halo appeared in front of his eyes.

Shaking back two steps, the supervisor fell directly to the ground without stability, and the knife in his hand flew out directly. When hitting the wall, a mechanical arm stretched out from behind the wall and put it back. On the sink.

"Lord... Director, if you have any unhappy things... you can talk to Miss Aoba... If you feel that the supply you need in your life is too poor, you can also protest to Miss Chris... I can do it too I'll bring you breakfast..."

Tomono shook the supervisor's collar with a little excitement, so that the supervisor kept waving his hands, and when his mind became a little clearer, he immediately reached out and grabbed it. It was extraordinarily delicate for him, but he could tear him from the middle at any time. Wrist.

"... I didn't think about it, suicide... Don't shake it, I'm almost out of breath—"

A few minutes later, the supervisor sat on the chair and coughed, poured water from the cup, picked up the mug with a round cotton ball printed on it and handed it to Chino.

She shrank in her chair a little apologetically, took the cup and asked in a low voice, "That...that is, you just want to shave...sorry, supervisor..."

"It's okay, my teeth are still there, my arms are not broken, even my neck is just a little sore, much better than expected."

For each item, Chino curled up for a point, until the supervisor finished speaking, she almost wanted to curl herself into a ball.

Fortunately, the supervisor is not pursuing it, just complaining. The result of the treatment is that he has smoothly shaved his beard clean with a knife under Chino's gaze before the wake-up bell rings today-as for the haircut. , That's a little troublesome.

But Chino said that after today's work is over, she will bring scissors to help the supervisor, so she temporarily postponed it.

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