The supervisor does not die from a debt

It was like taking a sip of ice-cola right after eating the mint, the tingling sensation made the supervisor shiver suddenly, and then unexpectedly discovered that the drunken feeling disappeared in an instant.

"This medicine... is amazing. Although I feel a bit bad in my stomach, I don't feel dizzy at all. It's like I haven't drunk alcohol at all."

"Is it...? Miss Ling Xian is very reliable... Well, director, would you like to drink something? Or, just come to rest for a while..."

The supervisor hurriedly waved his hand, his complexion suddenly changed, and then stood up from the chair, ran to the toilet and hugged it and vomited for a round before returning to his chair comfortably.

"Ahem, uh... it's like this. When I worked recently, I always felt that Futaba was in a bad condition. If you have time, can you come and see her with me?"

Chino was standing next to the supervisor’s flight panel holding the tray (a note saying “This is the supervisor” is pasted on the monitor), and he lowered his head and thought for a while: "Miss Futaba...? Hmm... I really need it. Director, please wait a moment..."

Of course, I have to wait a while. I just vomited up the inventory in my stomach, and now I feel a little weak.The supervisor lay on the table, watching Tomino say a few words near the girl with the purple double ponytail.

She saluted as if she had accepted some particularly important order, and then gently said something with Tomono, and after taking the tray from her hand, she put on a gesture like'Bring it to me'.

The girl called Beloved was slapped a few times while yelling, "I want to add Chinosu~", and then settled down, and patted Tomino's little head with encouragement.

After this, Chino ran to the supervisor in small steps: "Well...have been entrusted, supervisor, let's go..."

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Walking from the top floor to the huge elevator in the rest area, it still takes some time with Chino's feet, so the supervisor did not rush to shift the perspective to Futaba's residence first, but followed behind Chino and followed her forward.

"Supervisor... What do you think is the company's attitude towards department heads and employees..."

Tomono suddenly asked this gently. In the picture the supervisor saw, she just passed by Joey from the control department-the latter was carrying two bags of snacks, probably where she was going to attend a party.

"For employees... I think about it, it is probably a necessary component, because only employees can work on abnormalities and collect energy. Although it will be damaged, it will definitely not be used stingly, right?"

The supervisor carefully pondered and tried to understand it from his own point of view. Although that said, he disregarded human rights... However, the establishment of human rights institutions no longer exists. Even the supervisor, the company does not restrict how he should treat employees.

Therefore, if he is willing, or relax the restraint on himself, then it is okay to treat employees or department heads as props just like the "previous" supervisors.

"Don't be so serious, just talk casually... Although sacrifice can make people sad, but avoiding sacrifice... Maybe, things will get worse... The supervisor is too pessimistic, it's not good. ..."

It's not so pessimistic, it's more about worrying about your own living environment.The supervisor shook his head, picked up the hexagonal chocolate biscuit on the table and took a bite.

The supervisor likes it, peaceful.So I won’t choose either.

"So... you don't have to fall into self-blame because there were casualties at work... Although their sacrifices are heartbreaking, they are of inestimable value..."

After repeating this emphasis, the supervisor looked at Chino with some concern... Although Christina and she said that she would not become unstable anymore, is it really okay to suddenly talk about such a heavy topic on the road?

Chino blinked and reacted immediately. She smiled and waved her hand: "Are you worried...I'm becoming unstable again? It's okay... In fact, it's because when you slept recently, always Can talk in sleep..."

Suddenly she covered her mouth, suddenly turned around and trot quickly, lowered her head and ran towards the elevator, almost hitting her holding marshmallows in her hands, chasing her sister Mirai Ming.

daydream?Too much emotional pressure has caused you to sleep in sleep recently?

After all, before coming to the company from birth, the directors were ordinary people who lived in peaceful times... The following is abbreviated.

Following Chino, the supervisor watched the elevator filled with employees and then walked down. He looked up at the ceiling and thought for a while, then suddenly threw a chocolate biscuit in his mouth.

When the boat reaches the bridge head, it sinks naturally, and it is a dead end when the car reaches the front of the mountain. Now that it has come to this point, too pessimistic guessing what will happen next will only increase the annoyance and make myself timid about the next work.

Next, I have to visit the department head who doesn't talk much on weekdays and is always immersed in his own world.Should I prepare some souvenirs for her?Just ran over so dry, maybe you can only see her typing on the keyboard there...

Author's message:

PS:...I am poor, just see a doctor...

PS4:...Okay, please ask for a ticket for the blade. When it is cured, you have to start speeding up the update...

291. Seemingly meaningless repetitive work, this behavior has value

A few minutes later, the supervisor followed the paper bag with both hands, and Chino Queen, who could still see cartoon-style heat in the bag, entered Futaba's residence together.

The sound of keyboard percussion is transmitted to the supervisor’s ears. In addition, there is also a low buzzing sound that is unique to the operation of electronic machines. Programs that the supervisors do not understand at all.

Perhaps, there is information that needs to be processed...The floor is full of used and worthless intelligence documents, thrown there like waste paper. From the supervisor's side, it is just a pile of Text paper only.

What is written is completely invisible.

"Miss Futaba... Well, the supervisor and I brought you some food... Miss Futaba?"

Tomono called out timidly, but Futaba remained unmoved. His eyes kept staring at the screen. The large earphones blocked the perception of the outside world. The inorganic lens reflected the data that seemed to never stop on the screen.

"...Oh..."

Occasionally talking to myself is just about what I have done, and making comments that outsiders can't understand. Fortunately, I have seen her a few times before, so the supervisor just shrugged: "It looks like she is still busy. , Wait here for a while? How about tidying up the room by the way?"

"Ah... it's a good idea, supervisor, wait a minute..."

Chino said that, carrying a paper bag into the kitchen, and when he came out again, he had already put on a mask and started to help Futaba skillfully clean the room.

As for the supervisor, he can't do it. It's better to say that besides going to observe the anomaly, he can't even leave his office, so he can only sit behind a chair and wait.

Looking at the computer monitor, the supervisor clicked on the folder that belonged to him, which was full of games that could be used to pass the time, enough to make him wait until Futaba finished his work.

But let's be honest...what would you like to have fun?It seems that I haven't recovered the hand feel for a while, because I am always busy with work, suppressing abnormalities, writing records, etc., I feel that the technique has been rusty...

After hesitating for a while, the supervisor pulled the keyboard and opened a game where the protagonist took a small sword and went to the underground worm gathering place to save them.

Hardcore platform jumping puzzle game, the action is redundant.

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After typing the last command on the keyboard, Futaba breathed a sigh of relief at the semi-automatic program that was running smoothly, already beginning to take shape, and capable of random self-checking.

Piano music that could calm her mind was continuously played in the earphones. Futaba moved her wrists and looked down at the schedule on the table. Completing this stage is just the beginning, and there are more complicated things to deal with next.

Don't stop, or messy thinking will come in.

Closing his eyes and shook his head, Futaba tilted his head to look at the place where the mental energy drink was placed, and unexpectedly saw that there was a cup of steaming hot, and the curly leaves inside were slowly soothing the tea.

Looking at it suspiciously, not yet free from what he was going to do, Futaba slowly rolled his eyes and looked towards his room-the piled up documents, discarded paper, and littered clothes were all gone. Up.

Even the drink cans that had been drunk were placed in the pre-recycling basket. This change made her a little slow, and the brain that needed a rest began to function.

"Miss Futaba...Well, have you finished your work..."

Hearing this sound, Futaba pushed the table and planned to turn to answer. As a result, the swivel chair gurgled several times. Fortunately, Tomino hurried over to help her hold the chair.

Taking off the earphones, Futaba blinked: "Work, ah...well, work is over for the time being. But not yet. There is still a lot of work for me to do, very, very much."