The supervisor does not die from a debt

For example, [Hell Train]... Another example is [Portrait of Another World] and others.By the way, it seems that I haven't greeted Ms. Zhenbai for a while, should I ask the staff to carry a message or something?

Then there is the [Magic Girl]. Since she belongs to the Magical Girl like Lyrical Nanoha, maybe they know?

However, her escape is too dangerous, so it is not good to release her and Lyrical Nanoha together, or to arm [White Tyrant] to go to [Magic Girl]’s containment room to see what is going on.

If you accidentally cause something similar to the previous armed [Lonely Doll] and then go to the Nanoha Containment Chamber, and then be beaten back to its original shape... [White Tyrant] At any rate, it is an A-level anomaly, and it should not be so easy to be killed. Right?

In total, the supervisor half-opened his eyes to see on the ceiling. Those who thought that the supervisor had not yet woken up, were quietly adjusting the decorations in the room to make the whole office look even more...er, leaning towards the bell. Aesthetic.

You must find a way to stop her, otherwise, the supervisor will not even doubt that the wall will be covered with her personal poster... and maybe a poster of Chris will be posted.

Turning his head to look to the left, the supervisor unexpectedly found that Futaba was already awake, and he was looking at this side with his eyes open and blinking, but there was no other movement at all.

"...Um... Good morning?"

Hearing the greeting, Futaba's eyes squinted immediately, and she was very happy to respond, but she reacted quickly and also lowered her voice: "Brother...good morning, did I do strange things yesterday?"

"Not at all. After half a cup, you fell asleep like drinking black tea. You didn't work until just now."

After getting the answer, Futaba frowned and wondered why it was black tea, and then found that the supervisor was taking a hand from her arms with some care, and he couldn't help but put his arms in his arms subconsciously.

Although it feels soft and warm, if you still get up now, your morning preparations will have to be speeded up. This is not what the supervisor wants.

Fortunately, Futaba is not such a ignorant person. After enjoying the warm feeling that is constantly emanating from the supervisor for a while, like the sun in winter, she loosened his arm and went to bed at the same time. Drilled in.

The supervisor only felt a lightness in his chest, and realized that Futaba immediately moved aside after helping. Without awakening Tomano, he left the bed.

When I turned back, I saw Futaba stretched out an arm and shook it twice. It seemed that he was planning to sleep with the soft Chino for a while...Alright, they have already worked quite hard, and there is no problem in following their heart a little bit.

The supervisor emptied his eyes and sighed after seeing the exaggerated large bow decorations on the wall. He brushed his teeth and rinsed tiredly. After that, he planned to tear all the posters and stickers on the wall. Drop.

So, when Futaba finally held Tomono contentedly, and lifted the quilt for a long time like a plush toy, what he saw was the supervisor who was competing with the two mechanical arms.

He stepped on the ground barefoot, with both hands forward, intending to tear off the poster on the wall that the bell was holding the microphone in a very idol pose, while the two mechanical arms were firmly stuck to his wrists. He is forbidden to move on, judging from the grinning expression of the supervisor, the deadlock will not be too short.

"Oh! Futaba, you are here at the right time. Hurry up and get rid of this stuff, otherwise I will feel like I am surrounded by people from all directions at work today, and it will feel bad!"

At the same time, Ling’s circular window appeared on the computer monitor. Although she could not see her expression from this side, her voice was still conveyed well: "But supervisor, you used to put up various posters at home often. It’s just that kind of poster, right?"

"No, no, it's completely different, because I know that it doesn't exist, it's a paper man, so I feel at ease. It's alive now, and it's still arguing with me now!"

The supervisor took a step forward. While the two mechanical arms made metal rubbing and overwhelmed sounds, the third mechanical arm stretched out from behind the supervisor and grabbed his waist, trying to keep him away from the poster.

At this moment, Futaba stood beside the supervisor in pajamas and tilted his head: "Brother, it seems to be caught in a new conflict, do you want to help?"

Someone who can break the balance has appeared——

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498. Get your energy up, today's work is about to begin!

Futaba walked to the supervisor lightly with his hands behind his back: "Does your brother want me to help? Although the opponent is Miss Ling, if it is your brother's expectation..."

She stretched out her hand to take off the poster, but she didn’t expect a robotic arm to take the poster off the surface and take it away. The inside one was very handsome with holographic eyepieces. A three-dimensional poster.

The supervisor blinked, then suddenly drew back, then raised his hands: "I give up, I won't tear it up."

"Oh, I'm not a villain. It's okay to just don't like my poster. Unfortunately, I can't post the time when the future sister was a star... Well, but I believe that there will be a chance in the future!"

After saying this, Ling seemed to suddenly remember something: "Ah, yes, it's actually a violation of the agreement to communicate with you now, because this is a judgment that interferes with the supervisor's selection of abnormalities when he works today, and there will be very serious consequences... "

The background was vague, and the supervisor heard Christina’s voice, presumably saying that Ling had violated almost all the rules that an assistant supervisor could violate in a short day...

It's also an individual talent.

After the bell disappeared, the supervisor gave up cleaning up the various decorations in the office. It was obviously the beginning of the day, but he felt unexpectedly tired.

"Forget it, just let it go. If there are not too many accidents in today's work, it will be relatively easy to pass... It's still early, do you want to stay for breakfast before leaving?"

The supervisor asked this while looking for the shoes he had thrown out on the floor, while Futaba walked to the desk and stared at the breakfast on the table for a long time.

It is a food made up of char-grilled oranges, freshly squeezed orange juice (hot drink), and orange salad. It looks very delicious, but the question is...Well, why are all oranges?

Picking up the notebook and tapping a few times, after confirming what the supervisor had been eating in the past two days, Futaba nodded very seriously. After changing his clothes on his own, he put on his glasses and earphones, ready to go off.

Then the supervisor grabbed her from behind and said, "Futaba-I need your help, I can't finish these by myself! Absolutely not, and since yesterday, I have been drinking orange water. , I feel like orange juice is flowing in my veins, please help me!"

"That is, even me, there are things that can't be done, so Futaba, we are going to retreat!"

However, Futaba couldn't get away at all because her supervisor was holding her waist around her waist. For a long time in the past, she had also tasted that three meals a day consisted of oranges, even snacks, desserts and shower gel shampoo It is dominated by orange style.

The noise of the two could not be suppressed, so Chino woke up unsurprisingly. When she sat up with her sleepy eyes, she saw Futaba, whose supervisor was raising his hands and dancing, and looked like he was going to treat her. Performing WWE tricks.

Because the rest was very comfortable, and some dull brain didn't react for a long time, she tilted her head in a daze, and finally spit out a word in confusion.

"...Domestic violence?"

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By the end of the morning riot, Tomono had already washed up. Although the supervisor carefully explained next to her that he was just preventing Futaba from escaping, Tomono was just responding to him with a soft smile anyway.

"...It's okay, supervisor...please don't mind, I don't mind... pain and the like, in the past, I have adapted to... well..."

Or use such rhetoric to comfort the supervisor-it makes him more uneasy.

After Futaba was put down lightly, but honestly, with a bitter expression, he picked up the cup of orange juice that should belong to her, then took a bite of the roasted orange, and then looked at it with some surprise.

It seems to be better than expected, but maybe because I haven't eaten it for a long time, I feel pretty good.

When the supervisor sat down, Futaba had already brought the part that he could solve in front of him. Although there was still quite a lot of the remaining part in the tray, it was still in an'acceptable' state.

After Tomino sits at the table and divides the parts that he can solve, the remaining supervisors can solve them by themselves, but he is still worried—

"Just kidding... Director, don't worry... Miss Rabbit taught me this way. You can see the cute side of the supervisor... But it looks like it will only trouble you..."

It's Ling again, this grudge, just write it down in a small notebook.

"That's fine. Keep up your mind. Today's work hasn't started yet. It seems that we will have to wait until I am the only one in the office before the abnormalities that will be delivered today start to appear, right?"

"Yes, that's it. Because of the existence of the department head, it will also interfere with the director's judgment about the anomaly that is to be contained today, so it must be so, oh oh oh... I'm full! So, Futaba, let's go!"

Pour the last sip of orange juice, Futaba wiped his mouth, stood up and suddenly stretched out his hands, rubbing the supervisor's head vigorously, like a cat.