The supervisor does not die from a debt

PS4: ...please ask for a ticket and a blade!That's it, um.

336. The ability of human beings to unravel is beyond your imagination

When the supervisor was looking at Futaba, Futaba was also looking at the supervisor.The straight long hair is like silk and satin, even if he wears a shabby cloak now, it does not damage the image that belongs to He Luo, as if the artist has carved it.

Even because the current user is a supervisor, what is revealed in the concerned face is a completely different texture reported and described by the employees, which is like changing from an approachable sage to a more approachable and family-like one. feel.

Although I am embarrassed to say that, in Futaba's still somewhat chaotic mind, there is a strange mood that should be said to be "heartbeat" or "moving".

So before I knew it, the anxiety and anxiety gradually calmed down. Although the instability continued, it was not as bad as it was at the beginning.

"...I always feel that I am so concerned about like my sister..."

Futaba whispered a word, and then saw the ears on Helo's head and the fluffy tail all stand up.

'You, your heart beat for a moment, although we can't know what you think, but the heartbeat can't hide from us?'

"No, not at all." After the supervisor answered seriously, put his hands on the shoulders of the double leaves.

"Even if you want to say it, at least it must be your brother... right? Although I am not qualified to say that now."

The supervisor straightened his waist, subconsciously put his tail in front of him and put it on his lap, and then began to comb: "Walking in the company like this is actually time-limited. The cockroach has just been hit for so long... I mean bugs. It is estimated that there is not much time left."

In response, Futaba shook a few times, and the pale light surrounding his body swelled in a circle: "So, is that... That, I mustered up the courage to read through all the materials... As expected, it still... accept……"

The supervisor understands at least a part of the data she wants to process, and he also deeply understands what Futaba is dealing with on weekdays.In the past, she had always avoided and forgotten that she had dealt with these things. This was her way to stabilize herself.

But this time, under the persuasion of the supervisor, she took the initiative and did not evade to read and understand, which means that she is willing to face this reality...I have to say, it is very remarkable.

"You have done a good job. Rather, I am actually frivolously begging you to come out of a safe place and face the dangerous reality, but there is no backup emergency plan, which is too improper."

When the supervisor said this, the motion of combing his tail stopped, and a slight dizziness started to make him understand that there is no time...cough, time is running out.

"Honestly, sometimes, when I think I'm arrogant when I'm on a strategy, I'll find a way if I feel that I'm trying to force you. Even if I'm kneeling and begging Chris to take the time You can go back..."

Although I don’t know if it’s useful, there is always a way for a dead horse to be a living horse doctor.

"...Don't do that, supervisor, um, yes. Maybe you are right. In the past... I was really too horny. I worried that everyone would get hurt and I would cause things to go bad. I worried about this and that... …"

Futaba suddenly raised his head and stared at the supervisor (Hero) seriously, the other person's expression that seemed a little caught off guard reflected on the glass lens.

Although the dim light in her eyes has not dissipated, the supervisor has already'seeed', and the faint halo that has enveloped her has begun to gather.

"But! I have a new idea! Your arrival has brought many, very special, indescribable and interesting things to the company. Your self-pressure reduction method is beyond everyone's imagination... …Although a little more work has been added..."

The supervisor listened carefully to her narration, and inserted a sentence from time to time. For Futaba, this was the time when she had the most talk for a very, very long time.

There was a feeling of physical and mental comfort, so Futaba did not stop, but instead told his supervisor all the boring things he encountered while working and the complaints about some trivial small parts of the company.

"Although the company has worked hard to build itself into a place to preserve'seeds', it is not the right way for people who are still active to gradually fall into numbness, so the company specifically adjusts and develops various blocks... Are you listening?"

Futaba tilted his head slightly, and the supervisor in front of him was in a bad state. After he called out, he suddenly raised his head: "Well, it's okay. Speaking of which, there are so many ways to reduce stress, why don't you consider putting me-- Wait, is that what you installed in the computer?"

"That's right... Although I don't understand, that's where the fun is, but I only need to build the program, so I did it, um, it's amazing..."

superb.

Thinking of this, the supervisor suddenly moved forward and almost face to face with Futaba. When she saw that the golden light in her eyes had almost dissipated, she suddenly moved her tail and stretched it out in front of Futaba.

"If you feel that you can't decompress yourself, should you...touch it? I personally think that this tail feels first-rate, warm and smooth, and there is no static electricity at all, which is perfect."

Invited by the supervisor, Futaba opened her hands curiously. For her now, everything in the company can be said to be brand new. Whether it is good or bad, she can see and understand enthusiastically .

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, indeed, very comfortable, there is a feeling that once you touch it, you can't stop at all, how did you do it..."

'Huh, after all, it is the tail we are proud of. You can lend it to others so easily. Don't mess it up. It is very troublesome to sort out, do you know?!'

The supervisor yawned: "There are many ways to reduce stress. As long as you are willing to explore, there will always be a way to let yourself face everything you are experiencing now... But for me, the cognition you designed The filters really helped a lot—"

Nodding his head constantly, Futaba felt unexpectedly, obviously he hadn't done anything earth-shattering, that his previously completely uncontrollable unstable state has gradually calmed down, even saying--

"Okay, that guy finally left, isn't our tail great? Little girl."

"Hmm, it's great... Supervisor... Ah, isn't it the supervisor?"

Seeing the obvious'unsatisfied' look on Futaba's face, He Luo tilted her head and wondered if she was somewhere and lost to that interesting man.

Author's message:

PS: Thanks for the reward of the dead prince~

PS4:...So, continue to ask for votes today for blade... right?

337. Appeasing others may not be the only way to preach

When the supervisor opened his eyes, he saw a huge stone ball hanging above his head.

All the sleepiness, exhaustion, headaches and back pain were no longer a problem. He suddenly turned over, rolled four or five times in a row, and then bumped his head into the executive chair next to him for unknown reasons.

After a muffled sound, he curled up like a squid on an iron plate.

"It hurts, no, it's dizzy, it's not right, it's so numb... Anyway, it's so uncomfortable, Chris, what happened?!"

Trying to open his eyes, the supervisor found that his office has become extremely weird now. The surrounding walls seem to be built up with thick and huge earth-yellow stone bricks, but there is a green glow-computer language etched on it.

The supervisor doesn't know whether this is C or C++ or something, but the order seems to be that the computer language can't run away.In short, after he quickly stood up, he reached out and touched, but his hand easily passed through the wall.

But you can still feel the texture of a flat, slightly rough modular wall, which shows that this thing is actually...er, an illusion?

The top of the head becomes extremely high, and countless things of ancient Egyptian style are twisted and intertwined suddenly, like a cultural exhibition shaft, which naturally includes the institutional elements of traditional cognition.

"When you act indiscriminately in the company and cause more chaos in the chaos, these illusory things will naturally arise. It is speculated that your comforting behavior of Futaba has a certain effect."

A certain effect...?In other words, if you open your eyes and don't see the maliciousness of the full screen, does it mean that the effect is at least positive?

So this BGM, which obviously doesn't belong to this world, can be paused, the supervisor always feels as if he has traveled into something extraordinary.

"I can't do anything. This is a process that must be followed when working. You still have some energy that has not been fully collected, and the company's progress has been significantly slowed down. This will lead to more crises. Do you understand?"

"Of course, I fully understand, but I don't think this is a bad thing... First let me look at the screen... eh?"

In front of the supervisor, the already complicated screen wall, at this time, looks like a slate inlaid in the wall-the picture shown on it is divided into dozens, maybe hundreds, far beyond the supervisor's office. The limit that can be understood.

"Due to your irrational behavior, the intelligence department is in a semi-shutdown and extremely unstable state. Please complete today's work immediately so that the company can collect enough energy."

While Christina explained this, the words that appeared on the screen all floated out of the screen wall, flooding the entire supervisor's office...Fortunately, they did not continue to increase.

Regarding this, the supervisor could only sigh and stand up on the chair, ignoring the huge rockfall trap that passed through his body, and walked to the picture that he couldn't understand at all.