The supervisor does not die from a debt

Supervisor Doesn't Die From Mouth Owe Chapter 422

After lightly responding, Aoba watched the supervisor leave the consultation room for a rest, then patted the waiting bell again to let the next employee into the office as if nothing happened.

For her, as long as she can keep everyone at work and let everyone receive adequate training, so as not to die easily because of fighting with anomalies, it is enough.

For this reason, it doesn't matter even if it is called a demon instructor or demon Aoba.

As for the supervisor...Because Aoba promised that he would never become unstable, he decided to trust Aoba, so he began to study the joystick controller he bought today.

How can I say it, once you relax, you will feel sleepy-this is impossible. The supervisor even felt the last trace of sleepiness left over from the previous exercise after the cup of mental energy drink was poured into the stomach.

So, it's time to find a way to kill time, for example, find Chino and Futaba, who has already completed their work, to play a game of chaos that will break the friendship.

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As long as you can overcome the difficulties of daily work, usually, the rest time is actually a reward for the supervisor, and now you will not be run by a poisonous AI every day. For a person who has no need to go out, it is almost like heaven.

And she can also play games with her arms around Tomano. Although she was a little clumsy, she has been studying hard all the time and has made rapid progress. Just a few reels can already make the supervisor drop about 20% of the knock-up value.

"Mmm... Director, too powerful... There is no way to beat..."

Tomono uttered a low voice that refused to admit defeat, and was rubbed his head by the supervisor: "The progress is obvious. Tomono doesn't like playing video games much, right?"

"Um...Usually they are making boats in a bottle, or Sudoku, puzzles and the like... Miss Futaba, very powerful, and can already keep up with the supervisor's speed..."

As soon as the voice fell, the supervisor had used the pink cannibal demon to slam Futaba's green hat swordsman, who was always called the wrong name, out of the field, and won a merciless winning streak.

"Hmm, meager frustration, but I can't trouble Futaba. Let's do another round. This time, my brother will definitely be my defeated opponent, eh!"

When Futaba left the handle with one hand, and planned to operate something on her laptop, the supervisor immediately reached out and held her wrist directly: "...Explain?"

"Optimizing the way of keystrokes, such a low input 1 answering 1 way is too low, that's it, um."

However, this proposal was directly rejected by the supervisor, and even an extra popular science was given. When people start to use shortcut keys and macros, they will fall to what point.

Of course, it is not expanded to all, just for those that are actually unnecessary, but can't hold back someone who wants to take shortcuts... game software.

It was only when Futaba was holding his head and starting to dizzy, the supervisor stopped, put his hand on the keyboard again, then arched his waist and put his chin on top of Tomano's head.

"Okay, that's it for today...The time left for us is running out, so let's work harder today and let me lose two remaining opportunities?"

The supervisor wondered, maybe just saying that, because there is no way to mobilize the enthusiasm of the two, he suddenly proposed: "This is good, if I win, I will ask you to help me handle the breakfast tomorrow... I can't finish the part. ."

"On the contrary, if Chino and Futaba win, then there is no need to trouble you, I will solve everything alone."

As soon as the voice fell, the supervisor only saw Futaba move for a while, and Tomono in his arms also stopped.

The two looked at each other, Futaba pushed his glasses, and smiled: "Brother said... as long as you can beat your brother, right... Then there is no mercy in fighting!"

Tomino quickly put the handle on the table, and then stretched out his hands. With red cheeks, he grabbed the supervisor's hands in front of him and hugged him to prevent him from moving. At the same time, he whispered: "Sorry...Supervisor, I will compensate later. Yours, but... you can't lose, this time..."

Shaking his body vigorously but in vain, unable to use the controller, the supervisor looked at Futaba in panic and started the game.

"There is actually this trick, Kakarot--"

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529. Although it is time to take a break today, there are still some things to say?

The end of the uncompassionate and unfair duel, miraculously ended in the supervisor's victory-although the controller cannot be used with both hands, it does not mean that he is helpless.

Of course, it was not using the tongue to click on the keyboard. First of all, it was too dirty, and secondly, the supervisor did not have that great ventriloquist, so he chose an operation that neither Futaba nor Tomono expected at all.

The controller on the table was quickly moved to the ground by the supervisor, and then he directly stretched out his feet from the slippers he changed after taking a shower today, and flexibly operated the joysticks and buttons with his toes, using a slightly weaker but still fluent technology than before. Hit Futaba's red hat plumber out of the map.

Even because Tomono’s hands were restraining the supervisor and unable to participate in the battle, the supervisor was more relaxed than before—even if the game software was made by Futaba, he still had three consecutive rounds without mercy, hitting Futaba until his hands left. Controller.

"Wow! It was wiped out... Brother, wouldn't it be possible to let us see the hope of victory?"

Staring wide-eyed, Futaba put down the controller, his tone of voice looked like he was reprimanding, but the completely unrestrained, cheerful smile told the supervisor that she was very happy.

The supervisor leaned forward because his hands were caught, and touched the controller with his feet in an extremely awkward posture: "This is... the obsession of being a professional, once you start, you must go all out, otherwise you will not respect the other party. ......My hands ah ah ah!!!"

After Chino let go of his supervisor, he was able to relax and move his hands and feet to confirm that they were not dislocated and could move normally.

After this, the supervisor accompanied the interested two in various seemingly unfair battles, but no matter what method was used, the supervisor could not lose a point.

Strictly guard against death, dripping water, even if they can later choose the role for the supervisor, the supervisor can easily defeat them.

Until the evening rest bell rang, Futaba reluctantly put down the handle: "It's a pity...today is over here, and then I have to go back and prepare for tomorrow's work. There are so many things to do. Prepare, um."

The supervisor put the controller back in the box, got up and stood at the elevator door used by the department supervisor for a while and pondered: "If you really don't want to go back, how about resting here today? Anyway, the bed provided by the company is quite big. "

After clearing the desk to make the office look neat and tidy, Tomino nodded. After Futaba went back, he must have been obsessed with work and forgot to take a break, and then lay down like a power failure, which is very bad for health. This is very...not good. .

However, Futaba waved his hand naturally, closed one eye, and then tilted his head to look at the supervisor: "If I am here, my brother is sure that it will be very troublesome. To leave enough personal space for my brother and Tomino, that is such."

Unlike the supervisor, she understood what Futaba was talking about—she was the head of the intelligence department—Tomono. She tilted her head slightly and made a suspicious voice.

"Eh? That's not the case at all... Miss Futaba, I'm alone and poorly rested... I'll be very happy with the supervisor, so..."

However, Futaba was determined to leave, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and reached out to grab the supervisor’s cheek, kneading it like dough: "Humph... countless cold nights, it doesn’t matter, there was a brief separation. No problem. Before that, let me have a hand addiction--"

However, the supervisor stretched out his hand unwillingly to show weakness, pinching Futaba's hand that was extremely soft, and kneading her cheeks that definitely made her put on various funny expressions.

Although I can't see myself, I guess it's almost the same. All in all, before the elevator came, Tomono was quite happy watching them face each other.

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One of the three people is suddenly missing, and the atmosphere will indeed be quiet for a while, but for the supervisor who feels that the energy recovery potion has not completely dissipated, he has to think of other ways to shed the excess energy.

For example, go to Losric for an 87-minute tour, or try to sort out more and more files that are even piled higher than the table.

However, in fact, there is another option...that is, before Futaba leaves, he hints that he will not disturb the close contact between the supervisor and Tomano.

After spending a short time and finally realizing what Futaba was saying, Tomano even turned pink at the roots of his ears, and then stammered saying that he was not a bad boy who is greedy for happiness. Even faster, start organizing files.

Red will increase the speed, and it really does not deceive others.

But shy belongs to shy. When the supervisor starts to hint, Tomano will push halfway and then become a little active, but he is still trying to restrain his actions and let the supervisor give and ask, just like the best psychostimulant. Let the supervisor not stop his behavior.

Whether it’s the shower room, the chair table in the supervisor’s office, or the extraordinarily sturdy bed, it’s a place where the supervisor uses to get a thorough understanding of Chino... It lasts until after the curfew whistle, when the real sleep time comes. , The activities that are good for physical and mental health are over.