The supervisor does not die from a debt

While saying this, the syringe once again injected the supervisor with adjustable drugs, so that he was refreshed, and at the same time he slammed his head against the iron rod, slammed it directly into the bend and then separated from the shelf, only then realized that he wanted it later. Holding his head.

But the training is not over, and he has no chance to do so.Because the new long pole is already in place, there is no need for the supervisor to worry about it.

Futaba squatted on the ground, leaning on the headset to watch the supervisor suffer there, as if it was more interesting than the data.In other words, as long as it is something that has not been paid attention to before, Futaba is very interested.

This state continued until the buzzer sounded at the end of the training. The supervisor felt that his body was light, the whole person was in an unconscious state, was being dragged by the equipment to walk slowly, and then he was awakened by a shot of cardiotonic.

He walked from the training area in confusion, controlled by his equipment, and walked into the office. The walls behind him quickly closed, as if none of the training facilities existed.

Then he shook a few times, and finally lay down on the ground with exhausted energy. Amidst the slackness, he fell asleep without hesitation (probably), mentally planning to escape the physical pain (which does not exist).

Ling Xian put away the monitoring panel and confirmed that there was no problem with the supervisor, then turned to Futaba and said, "It has been confirmed that today's training has reached the expected level. Next is the free time. Please take a good rest, Miss Futaba."

"Oh! I will, um. By the way, there is something I don't quite understand."

Futaba tilted his head, stood up from the ground, with his hands behind him, leaned forward and raised his head slightly, looking at Ling Xian's projection seriously: "That, in the box, is your family, right."

"It's true. Maybe the work intensity and pressure are too high recently, so I have to use this method to meet her needs-I must finish the work first."

"Oh oh..." Futaba was quite curious, and Ling Xian seemed to know everything, which made her even more curious. She was ready to ask if this was really effective, and then suddenly found that her ankle was caught. Living.

Looking down, the supervisor was like a corpse in a horror movie, firmly grasping Futaba's ankle, and then seemed to realize something, let go of his hand and stood tremblingly, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

"Futaba... this is someone else's private matter. Sometimes it can be very embarrassing for the person involved. Sometimes, appropriate reservations can satisfy everyone...cough cough cough."

Just like an old man with a candle in the wind, the supervisor passed through the projection of Lingxian, and immediately lay down on the chair after sitting down on the chair. The whole person collapsed: "Uh...I feel so uncomfortable. Can you help me take it? Come here with a glass of water..."

Futaba nodded vigorously, and walked around Ling Xian and the box under her feet—even if it was just a projection—pour a glass of orange juice, and feed the supervisor very intently.

The wrinkled ears on the top of the head moved, Ling Xian nodded slightly to the supervisor, and let the projection disappear into the office. At this point, the training was finally over, and the supervisor was able to get a rare and valuable time to rest.

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523. For serious people, if you make too many jokes, things will happen?

Since there are not many things to deal with after work today, Futaba did not stay in his room for long, so he ran to the supervisor, because as long as he stayed with the supervisor, Futaba would feel very comfortable.

Even work efficiency will increase somewhat. In Futaba's words, it feels like the supervisor is warm, his mind becomes clear, and he can immediately react to whatever he thinks.

For this reason, the supervisor also specially measured his body temperature, and found that it was no different from a normal person. What he had to say was that he had just finished exercising and his body temperature was slightly higher, but it did not exceed the theoretical scope.

I didn’t think about things that I couldn’t figure out. The supervisor shrugged, went to the bathroom to wash for a while, then returned to his position in a new uniform, and then stretched out a long stretch, feeling the bones and joints all over the body crackling After the sound, it was ready to deal with some small tasks.

Life in the company is probably like this. Although you can have some free time after get off work, it is best not to backlog. Otherwise, it will only make it more and more, and even make the supervisor ignore certain things, leading to management errors.

When Ling finally handled some of the things at the end of the work, when she appeared on the computer monitor, she saw the supervisor sitting on the supervisor’s office chair, resting his chin on Futaba’s head, flipping through the notes in his hand. Check the gaps.

On the other hand, Futaba curled up like a small animal, typing on the keyboard earnestly, using the screen wall as his own monitor to complete the program that needs to be processed today.

Ling tilted her head in trouble, and then suddenly a light bulb lit up on her head: "Ah, I see, supervisor, are you finally going to attack your nominal sister? In this case, the salary of the head of the intelligence department will also be Is it deducted from your supervisor’s salary?"

The supervisor immediately waved his hands: "Do I look like a criminal?! It's just that Futaba thinks this kind of work is more efficient, and it's not so awkward-is there a problem with meeting my sister's requirements!"

"Well-it seems there is no problem. Forget it, supervisor, I'm here to report to you on the new progress, so can I take up a little of your time?"

Shrugged indifferently, the supervisor closed the notebook: "Of course it doesn't matter, what do you want to remind me?"

"Information about [Miracle Orchestra] and [White Tyrant]. Since you have collected enough or even beyond the usual information, the R&D department needs to develop anomalous weapons, and the amount of research points to be consumed has been slightly reduced."

When Ling said this, she took a thick book and opened it: "So, after today's work is over, you have collected enough anomalous research points to develop these two anomalous weapons... So, do you want to develop now? Or are you waiting for the right time?"

"Of course, immediately, immediately, I want to get it now... Uh, I didn't get it, but put it in the armed warehouse, and find some suitable employees to wear it tomorrow."

"Understood, then the authorization is approved. Then you just have to wait. By the way... Hmm, I'll talk about it then, please don't mind. Then wait a while, and your dinner will come. Please enjoy it slowly!"

Hearing the word'dinner', Futaba, who was immersed in the debugging system, suddenly woke up, then seriously thought, and when he was about to make an escape behavior, he suddenly felt a pair of powerful arms entrap him.

"Shuang--Ye--you won't abandon me."

And the deep head in the ear, which should be gentle, but now it sounds like a whisper in hell.

…………

...

Chino is in a very happy mood today. The supervisor has completed a job requirement that she suspended a long time ago. Faced with the'twilight' test that would cause a lot of deaths to employees in the past, she has performed extremely well, even too well. which performed.

And he got a lot of extra money, but Tomono didn't have a good idea about how to spend it, and he needed to discuss it with his supervisor... After all, these salaries belong to the supervisor.

The supervisor is very hardworking and the employees are also very positive. As long as this upward endeavor does not stop, the road will extend forward. All the efforts have been--

The elevator door opened, and Chino jumped out of the elevator happily. When he was about to say hello, he saw that the supervisor was holding Futaba ruthlessly, and even locked her in his arms with his legs and his other hand. Pushing a bottle of orange drink into Futaba's mouth, she forced her to tilt her head up in pain, swallowing the liquid inside.

Even because of the struggle, the earphones and glasses that hardly left his head were shaken and skewed out of position.

——Every effort is in vain.

When the supervisor heard the voice coming from the elevator, he didn't respond, because Futaba tried to escape from the office to avoid dinner... There is no sibling who can't suffer together!

So even if it's the only bottle of drink, let her drink it...Uh, in short, even though she was very cruel, Futaba did not seem to be really struggling.

Until the elevator bell rang and someone jumped into the office, the supervisor subconsciously tilted his head and saw that the soft lines on Tomano's face gradually disappeared, and then he became expressionless, and even his smart eyes gradually lost their luster. , The whole person seemed to lose his life slowly.

"That... Director, what are you doing..."

Although the voice was still so gentle and soft, the supervisor felt a cold behind her subconsciously, and her hand held the drink bottle tightly, squeezing more orange juice into Futaba’s mouth, causing her to stare sharply. , And finally sprayed a lot of...er, drink from the mouth and nose.

The supervisor hurriedly let go of Futaba and patted her on the back. Tomino rushed over and took out a handkerchief to wipe her face and clothes. When Futaba finally recovered, he leaned against the supervisor as if his spine had been removed. After that, Chino slightly puffed his cheeks, waiting for an answer.

"Uh, how can I put it, that is, I can't solve all the orange dinners alone, so I need Futaba to help share it, but Futaba tried to escape, so I overworked it a little...some?"

"Brother, it's really, too rough, feeling like a barbarian."

Futaba’s words made Tomano subconsciously tighten the palm of his hand. The supervisor only felt that his forearm was about to be crushed, so he hurriedly covered Futaba’s mouth: "Where did you learn these words? Wait, wait. , I don’t want to be disabled yet, and it’s not possible temporarily!"

"By the way! I passed the evening test today, the company won't have any rewards!"

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PS: Thanks for the 588X15 reward of Book Demon~

PS4: ...This month, starting from today, adjust to 1 to take a break, but the notice comes... Then stick to it for a few more days, and then adjust to 1, just like that...

PSN: ...a new month!Ask for a ticket for a reward!(It is estimated that there is no full attendance, so it doesn't matter whether the blade is there or not)

524. Now that I have the remaining money, of course I have to...upgrade the equipment!