The supervisor does not die from a debt

As usual, I glanced at the coffee shop in the middle of the first floor. There were people walking around in the shadows. There were indeed many customers, so the supervisor didn't bother...otherwise I would be dragged to tell the story, so I won't go there for now.

Then I swiped the screen, and occasionally I could see the employees who took off the abnormal arms but still wore the abnormal accessories passing by, and the supervisor still did not greet them. After all, this is not the goal today.

I originally planned to come to Futaba immediately after get off work, but unfortunately, a lot of things were piled up, so that the supervisor spent a lot of time-the final observation of [Portrait of Another World] was a surprise.

And I don't know if it was an illusion. It seems that after the observation, whether it was Christina, other department heads, or part of the company's operating conditions... they all have become a little different.

what is the reason behind the scene?The supervisor did not find a clue at all, but from the perspective of reflection, it seems to be a good direction... This is a good thing, and it is enough.

Thinking about it this way, the supervisor looked at the enter button icon marked by Futaba's residence, and seriously thought about what to say next-at least not directly as before.

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323. Are you used to using this method to enlighten her?

Futaba's room is still so messy... Or, even if I came here yesterday to tidy up by the way, today it looks messy because of the files littered all over the floor.

It's not dirty, it's just messy.

There is no setting of knocking or ringing the doorbell. When the supervisor entered the room, Futaba was cracking on the keyboard, his eyes were straight at the large screens in front of him, and the cables in her room extended farther. In the place of the huge computer array group, some wandering electric lights made the supervisor feel quite bad.

Futaba didn't seem to notice the arrival of the supervisor. She adjusted the screen before her back and forth, corrected the wrong items with the red fluorescent color blocks, and then added more content... the supervisor couldn't understand. But this does not prevent him from staying quietly.

Wait for her to complete a part of the progress, and then call her. After all, once a dedicated programmer is awakened, it may suddenly explode just like the person who wakes up from sleep.

The supervisor lightly tapped the table, picked up the document that was recorded today, and looked at the mirror behind the sink behind him to see if there was anything missing.

Hmm...no chipping and glowing, very good, this is just a normal background BGM, it will not affect the company's situation.

As a result, when Futaba stopped working, turned away from the chair, and started changing clothes in the room, the supervisor had to cough twice: "Uh... Futaba?"

"Ah... well, it's the supervisor. By the way, you said you want to come to me to discuss something, I forgot. Well, because there are still some things to do today, many things..."

Futaba put her clothes back in a daze, and then looked at the screen wall—at least what the supervisor saw was that. After that, she sat back on her chair, curled up with her knees habitually, holding her legs with her hands. Looking at the supervisor in a daze.

"I, I'm ready, you can directly ask me any questions, um, no problem."

The problem is very big. Even the speech has already started to have problems with self-logic logic, okay?

Even to show that she is really fine, Futaba specially made her own image appear on the screen wall as a four-headed animation this time. As everyone knows, doing so will only make the supervisor more clearly observe her performance.

Under the thick lenses, there are a pair of eyes that are apathetic because of long hours of work and drinking mental energy drinks. If the company's technology is not good enough, it is estimated that the Futaba that the supervisor sees now is definitely not so...healthy.

Obediently curled up on the soft chair, Futaba grabbed his ankle, as if to shrink himself into a ball. This subconscious defensive behavior made the supervisor quite a headache. If this continues, the result will still be the same as yesterday, nothing effect.

"Futaba...I remember you said that the company is actually not peaceful, because there are countless things that need to be dealt with at all times. A little carelessness will cause the situation to become endangered and difficult to recover, right? "

"Well, that's it, so, as the head of the intelligence department, I absolutely must ensure the correctness and efficiency of information circulation, and not cause any trouble to anyone..."

Lowering her head, Futaba responded in a low voice. She moved her hands unnaturally, and then grabbed the soles of her feet—the supervisor had never studied psychology, but looking at her, she should be very upset now.

"Can't you trouble everyone... Indeed, the company's work is very heavy. Once something goes wrong, the result must be destructive-right?"

"Yeah, yes, that's it. So no matter what happens, I must take responsibility. I can't trouble everyone, absolutely not..."

Futaba kept nodding her head. After the big lenses, those eyes looked a little bit more energetic. Fortunately, there were earphones to help her clamp the glasses, so I don't have to worry about it falling off for the time being.

The supervisor rubbed his forehead: "Although I don't quite understand it, this is actually a way of continuously destroying myself and achieving responsibility... I am not very good at talking, but what I want to say is that this method is absolutely it's wrong."

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...

Futaba was clearly prepared for the supervisor's remarks, or was she actually prepared a set of coping methods?

Futaba lowered his head and did not look directly at the supervisor: "Compared to me, the company is the most important thing. Everyone has a clear goal to move forward. Only me, I am not very good at those... troublesome things."

"I can only type on the keyboard, nothing else. As long as I don't think about it... I won't feel sad, and the unstable state will stabilize. It's good for everyone."

"..."

The supervisor put his hands in front of him, and suddenly asked seriously: "Are you sure, you really are, saying this from the bottom of my heart? I can hear that these are just prepared excuses, used to reject others and deny It's just my own rhetoric."

He continued to maintain that posture: "Although... well, although it is a bit shameless to say that, before you met me, I once knew a man who only exists in the story, has super talent, and can actively ask for help. "Sakura Futaba" who wants to get out of trouble."

"I don’t know why I understand, know, or meet you here, meet all of you. But now that things have happened, I will not think about more complicated things, but will pay attention. Focus on your eyes."

The supervisor put his hands on the table, looked at Futaba, and continued in a calm tone: "Maybe this is my arrogance, but my instinct tells me Futaba... you don't want to say those words of rejection or denial. You are just being afraid. You are afraid that your own willfulness will cause the company to become dangerous and to see things that... you don't want to see happen."

"..." Futaba did not speak, she looked at the supervisor blankly, as if the power was suddenly cut off.

"So, for this, I have a very bold or arrogant proposal. What you worry about is that the company is very unstable and will lose stability and become crisis due to mistakes at any time, putting everyone in danger. Right?"

The supervisor stood up and tilted his head to look at his computer monitor: "Chris, you are watching."

"Yes, I have been there all the time, so now I have become a bit paranoid, arrogant, and a supervisor like an orangutan in spring. What kind of needs do you have?"

"...Let’s not mention those first. I have a very good proposal. I remember that when the department expands to the end, there will be one day when the department will not send an exception, but will consolidate the department’s technology, right? So I have to apply now and will not accept it tomorrow. Any new anomalies."

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PSN: ...please ask for a ticket, ask for a blade, that's it, um

324. What we do is meaningful!

The application made by the supervisor was reasonable, and it was indeed a legitimate proposal in the work process. This was something that the supervisor could decide, so Christina did not pause and approved the supervisor's proposal.

"No new abnormality came, and a peaceful job. The application has been completed. If you have other needs, please mention them together. I am very busy and there are countless things waiting for me to deal with."

The supervisor nodded: "No, I can handle the next thing myself, that's it."

With a very formulaic answer, Christina opened her eyes slightly to look at the supervisor, and then disappeared, probably because she was really going to deal with those things that seemed to be endlessly busy.

"Then, return to the previous topic. Futaba, what you are worried about is that the company is in crisis all the time, and everyone may die suddenly at any time. The reason may be because of the constant containment abnormalities. Challenge the unknown."

"But tomorrow may be a good opportunity. No new anomalies will arrive. Most of the existing anomalies are a day when they have proven their anomalous characteristics and know how to manage them. In theory, they can spend the day safely, right? "

"……Yes."

Futaba responded in a low voice, and she hugged herself harder, the slightly wide chair set off her more helpless, weak, and thin.