The supervisor does not die from a debt

With such encouragement, Aoba softly opened up the other person, and then after watching her leave, he sighed long and sat down on a nearby bench, his expression no longer as cheerful as before.

"Ha...it's great, to be able to confide all of my own affairs to others and share the burden together..."

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After spending some time'sneaking' back to his residence, Futaba found a computer that hadn't been used for a long time from a pile of debris and was suitable for carrying around. After looking for a circle in his room, he finally found a wall. Later found the magic elevator.

After jumping in without hesitation, she took off the earphones and hung them around her neck, and then combed her hair with her fingers...I don't know what the supervisor is doing now, she must be serious about writing records?

Or playing a serious game that will keep coming back in the same place, just like when you are looking for bugs, even though you rarely find bugs.

Thinking of these things, the elevator's upward speed slowed down, and finally reached the destination. This was the first time she came to the supervisor's office. Seriously, she was looking forward to it.

Then, I saw the supervisor lying on the ground like a corpse, with his left hand pointing forward to the desk, and his right hand hanging beside him, talking intermittently.

"...As long as you move forward, the road is ahead... Don't, stop..."

A very soothing piano music was playing in the room, and Tomano was half kneeling beside the supervisor: "Executive, supervisor, don't you mind... Why do you do this..."

Seeing Futaba standing blankly in the elevator, Tomano quickly lowered his head and shook his supervisor: "Miss Futaba is here...If you continue to lie on your stomach, will it be very impolite..."

"Um... Chino, you should have said to me just now, "Supervisor, what are you doing, Supervisor!" That's right... And I'm very tired now, very tired, and my waist is painful. If you want to blame it, Ling Xian suddenly changed Increase the load."

Fortunately, Futaba also knew why the supervisor was lying so badly, but he didn't expect it to be so serious, so after stepping out of the elevator, he walked to the supervisor in three steps-then squatted down and poked his face.

"Supervisor, is it okay? Ah, no, it should be said... um, I think about it... brother, how is it?"

"I'm fine, but very tired. I just had my arm broken. Before I could get used to it, I was pulled for a whole set of enhanced physical training. Let me lie down for a while, and then it will be fine. Yes. ,That's it."

The supervisor struggled a few times, but the exhaustion from his body made him motionless again, but the effort was not in vain at least, and he successfully turned his head to Futaba.

What caught my eye was the same outfit as I saw in the lobby of the Intelligence Department before. Due to the angle problem, the supervisor only felt that Futaba would almost kneel on his face...illusion, illusion.

"Is it really okay...Let me see, Ling Xian is very powerful, the training designed for the supervisor... Wow, so strict, it feels very strict, most people will definitely die."

It's better to die.

In the end, the supervisor was pulled up by Chino and forced him to change his clothes. Only then did he support the supervisor and put him back on the chair.

Bringing hot water to the two, Tomino happily stood beside the supervisor: "Miss Futaba, it looks really different from before. How should I put it... full of life?"

"It should be said that I have become more cheerful. Speaking of Futaba, do you want to play a game together... Anyway, I have nothing to do now."

After all, Chino...is not very good at electronic products.

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345. Everyone has the right to choose to rest

The so-called playing games together is just an excuse that the supervisor casually mentioned. The main purpose is to relax Futaba, but obviously, the supervisor completely underestimated Futaba.

She sat cross-legged on the chair (material is paper) that Tomino made for her with "traits", pasted it next to the supervisor and looked at the little people flying around on the screen, very happy.

To be honest, a long time ago, the supervisor used to have a delusion to hug the left and the right... Is this really going to happen now?The supervisor was slightly distracted, and the situation instantly changed in an unfavorable direction.

Tomino grabbed the supervisor's arm and sat on the other side with his eyes wide open. Looking at the screen, the two villains used all kinds of gorgeous tricks to fight each other, just like watching a movie, and they were also very happy.

"It's now! Zelda! Use triangle power--" the supervisor suddenly shouted, and the man on the screen wearing a green soft hat and holding a long sword suddenly used a series of combat actions to knock Futaba's character off the screen. outer.

Chino looked at the character column with the name'Link' written on it, feeling weird, but she is a good boy and never asks troublesome words.

Although many times, the supervisor needs someone who can complain about him.

"Wow! That's it, supervisor... Brother likes playing games so much, is it because of this feeling... I understand a little bit, um, sure enough..."

Even if she was defeated, Futaba was very active. She turned on the microcomputer she had brought, adjusted the settings, and copied the folder on the supervisor's monitor to her computer.

"I have a bold idea, and I will apply to Miss Chris later."

After that, the supervisor and her changed a few games that were suitable for novices, with fancy graphics, and less complicated operations to experience fun. For this, Futaba's evaluation was surprisingly high.

Chino sat next to her, covering her mouth and smiling, and then gently pulled the supervisor's sleeve-even with such a slight force, the supervisor quickly turned around.

"Huh? What's the matter? If Chino wants to play too, I'll buy a new keyboard now... Oh no, it seems that Futaba can be on his computer--"

"It's not like that... Director, that, you didn't realize that you are hungry... Is this? The improvement of physical fitness should be a gradual process. Logically speaking, you should be extremely hungry..."

It wasn't until she said that, that the supervisor later realized that his stomach was going crazy and protested.

"Yes, it is true. So Chino, today's dinner feels very late. Could it be that something happened in the company?"

There are a lot of things happening in the company, and any one of them may disrupt the work process today, so the supervisor asks this question, essentially the same as saying nothing.

However, Tomano nodded immediately: "Um... because Miss Futaba suddenly came here, so the person in charge of your living security needs to spend more time, but just now, he said he was ready. "

The supervisor hurriedly nodded, and put the keyboard and the notebook underneath into the drawer without any nonsense, and together with Futaba, stared at Tomano expectantly.

"That is... Even if I stare at me, I can't make dinner... That, Miss Chris, sorry..."

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The supervisor has known from a long time ago that everything he eats and buys that may need to be made from natural plants and animals is actually a'substitute'.

After all, natural creatures have been completely extinct, and there is no shred of hope. Even if the company has some storage... it is estimated that it is only storage, and I would never dare to take it out.

The ghost knows whether the rice seeds you think will grow man-eating plants that instantly fill the room, so after adjustments and developments that the supervisor is not willing to understand, the company has completed the artificial food project.

To be fair, this kind of technology is placed in the place where the supervisor used to live, and maybe he has already won the peace prize.

But now it doesn't make much sense to think about these things. The supervisor took a metal bottle from the gripper of the robotic arm, and the remaining robotic arms put tableware and cups on the table, completely calculating the number of people.

At the same time, the supervisor also worked out how to open the metal can. With the loosening of the machine bracket, the sound of gas gushing out made the supervisor's eyes wide open.

"This is the first time I saw sparkling water at dinner, and it's after a long time, I don't feel any taste in my tongue."

When the crystal clear liquid is poured into the cup, the fine bubbles are not generated in a disorderly manner. Under the shining of the light, they seem to follow a certain pattern and continue to spiral upward, like butterflies flying.

Futaba squatted on a chair-she especially liked this posture, it seemed that this was the way to relax.

"Oh oh oh... I haven’t seen it for a long time, [Moonlight Butterfly]... Hmm? Supervisor... No, brother doesn’t know, it is very troublesome to make, and only one person can make it. Everyone tries It has become very bad."

How bad it could be, while thinking about it, after the supervisor finished three cups, he picked up his own cup and admired it... Well, it was really good-looking, but apart from the gorgeous bubbles, it looked similar to Sprite.