The supervisor does not die from a debt

Aoba, who drank too much, was very chatty, not only that, she was also quite active.Because of the heat, she loosened a few buttons on the shirt that she usually fastened, and the ribbon on the collar was loose, but she didn't care at all.

Because she was chatting with her supervisor about the very, very unsatisfactory performance of those employees during training and psychological counseling after daily work.

How dissatisfied it is, probably to the extent that the supervisor can't finish this round of teacup heads with peace of mind, but can only hold the glass and simply listen to her complaints.

"Are you still listening... The supervisor, let me tell you that even if you are one, two or three seniors, there is a limit when you are trying hard to learn how to guide employees... I am embarrassed to let her act for me..."

Complaining vaguely about all kinds of problems, Aoba took another sip of the drink-she looked at the cup very happily: "It's weird... I didn't think it was so delicious before, and there is no sugar, but it feels sweet. ..."

This is the temporary destruction of taste, right?!

The supervisor scratched his head and found that the Mercury Lantern had already hid himself in the box, isolating the outside sound to escape, so he was the only one facing Aoba directly!

Including the bell, she pointed directly to the mute sign next to her, indicating that she would not listen to the sound here, so if something happened, how did you guys run faster than one?!

The supervisor was holding his forehead, but had to listen to Aoba's complaint. At the same time, he felt in his heart that if Chino was there now, she would be able to sit quietly in her current position and listen to Aoba's complaint.

However, Tomono is not there now, let alone Tomono, even Futaba has reset the time when he will come-so again, you guys run faster than anyone else?!

Fortunately, after drinking this glass of wine, Aoba didn't complain for a long time and fell asleep directly on the table because of the alcohol... How should I say, I didn't drink much at all, so I didn't vomit in the office.

With a sigh, the supervisor closed the notebook in front of him: "anna, I think it is better to have fewer pranks like this in the future. Even the department director has some problems that he can't handle, and...moderate drinking is okay to get people drunk. It’s not so good, right?"

"Really? Understood, since this is your decision, then the rest...jill, are you handing it over?"

After seeing her finally disposing of the bottle of wine, the supervisor was relieved and then started to have a headache.So what should I do now?Although with the current strength of the supervisor, there is no problem in carrying her easily, but thinking about it, there is still something...

At this moment, the elevator on the left made a'ding' arrival sound, and Chino, who was wearing a coffee shop uniform and ran over just after handing over work, stepped out of the elevator lightly.

Then he frowned slightly and covered his nose: "Well... this smell makes people a little dizzy... Director, um, are you drinking again..."

Then I saw Aoba lying on the table, almost like a corpse, plus the smell of alcohol floating in the room...even if it smells very fragrant, it is not even offensive at all.

Chino reacted within three seconds. She paused slightly before stepping forward, then slowly retreated into the elevator, hiding behind the door with only half of her head exposed, her voice hesitant.

"Supervisor... Well, although there are no such complicated institutions now, but... sure enough, don't do anything illegal..."

Rao is the supervisor, and now he is beginning to wonder what exactly is written in the'Management Manual' that Tomono usually reads.

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After explaining it to Chino, she walked out of the elevator with confidence, lowered her head in embarrassment, feeling that she did not trust the supervisor, but soon the supervisor found a way to divert her attention. .

"Actually, I'm not very good at taking care of people. Aoba drank too much, so let her rest for a while...so trouble you?"

"Oh, oh! Leave it to me! But I may need some help...well, Miss Chris, can you help me get the things, and...well, nothing."

Tomono is light-handed, but he hugs Aoba very skillfully. Although it seems a little uncomfortable-Aoba is also a very petite type, but compared to Tomono, it is true-

Trying to put away the disrespectful gaze, the supervisor let himself stare at the wall of the screen. Naturally, the bar can't stay, so after closing the account quickly, zoom the screen and leave there, then the supervisor lit the table for a while and decided to take a look When will Futaba come?

Chino’s slight humming and the pattering of water came from behind. The supervisor thought for a while and decided not to look back—because the mercury lamp was crawling out of the box where the souvenirs were placed, and then it flew gracefully On the table.

Without intending to talk to the guy who flees, the supervisor pulled the screen, then zoomed to a place where he could go to Futaba's residence, and clicked to enter.

Futaba was hitting the keyboard hard...er, or hitting the keyboard very hard, it looks like that anyway.However, she noticed the arrival of the supervisor for the first time, and then pushed her glasses and turned around-for some reason, she looked more like a person with a cognition filter, but with normal proportions.

Instead of a 2.5 head and body cartoon villain.

"Brother?... Well, there are so many things to do today, which suddenly increased the workload! Well, although I am very unhappy, but I don't have time to rest today, I have to debug it carefully until the work is completed.

It sounds like too much work. I just held down an Aoba, is it my turn now?!

"Oh? It doesn't matter if you worry about it here, because tomorrow's changes will definitely make my brother feel unexpected, um, so this kind of work is very worthwhile, don’t worry, the changes are under control, that’s it !"

The supervisor looked at the monitor, and there was no bell that closed the window. While playing the piano non-stop, she nodded to the supervisor, indicating that Futaba's words were true.

So... just trust Futaba?

The supervisor hesitated for a while, and finally he could only tell Futaba not to be overworked, and not to leave after eating and other things, so that the bell jokes "like a mother watching her daughter work overtime."

Can't this adjective be more cordial, such as normal caring for my sister?

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PS: Someone seems to ask Chris about the cat ear problem... In fact, he has been relieved a long time ago, and there is no accountability—

PS4: ... I was not happy for a day, and finally found out that it was because I didn't eat for a day... Anyway, continue to ask for tickets for the blade, um...

643. There are too many people, and obstacles will increase... right?

After Chino wiped Aoba's cheeks with a hot towel, he wiped her body clean, and then put on Aoba's own pajamas that she brought from Chris.

Although Aoba's face is still very red, her expression is much more comfortable, and her breathing has stabilized. Then just let her sleep and wake up.

After taking the toiletries away, Tomano had a headache after returning...I should have brought Aoba directly back to the rest area, now it's okay, the supervisor's bed is occupied, and Miss Aoba is not like Futaba...

After hesitating for a while, Chino wiped his hands and walked to the desk. After seeing that the supervisor was indulging in the difficult but unexpectedly cute jumping shooting game, after thinking about it, he decided to do it for many days and it was almost finished. The boat in the bottle is ready.

Then she saw the Mercury Lantern sitting sideways on the stack of papers in front of her, paying attention to the supervisor playing the game as well-so she couldn't help but stretch out her hand, wanting to hug the other person.

Then he suddenly wakes up, with a little embarrassment shrinking...Even if the other person looks like such a cute doll, but having self-awareness and being able to communicate rationally means that the other person is equal to oneself and cannot ignore her. Will.

However, this behavior was discovered by the mercury lamp. She turned her head and looked at Tomino. It was different from the attitude of looking down at the other person when facing the supervisor. She suddenly spoke and said in a generally indifferent tone: "Human, when he just came out of the box , My hair is messed up, comb my hair."

Chino was stunned, and then opened his eyes slightly. For her who usually has few expressions, this is not easy—then gently lift the mercury lamp from the table and place it on her lap properly to let her sit down. .

"Um...your hair is so beautiful, like silk...it has a noble feeling..."

Being cramped, she couldn't even speak the words... But she still controlled her strength very carefully so as not to pinch the small silver comb that she had just taken out into a ball of steel wire.

"That's natural, and only that stupid human can touch me carelessly, not worrying about damage..."

It sounds as if you are made of glass, and even glass products are quite hard, right?It must be something terrible that was damaged by touching it. As a person with courage, the supervisor would not consider touching it casually.

Due to distraction during the defamation, the character operated by the supervisor directly hit the monster to death and had to do it again-but now it is casual practice, no need to start over.

Turning his head to look aside, Tomono was holding the small silver comb and carefully combing the long smooth hair with the mercury lamp. From this angle, it seemed to refract a very dazzling light.

But Chino didn't care about this at all. She did not simply be satisfied with combing her hair with the mercury lamp, but after putting down the comb, she recalled how the supervisor had braided her hair before, and braided some cute braids for the other party.

"Speaking of it, although you are all telling me that you will give me a surprise when I start working tomorrow, but I have no idea what the surprise is..."

Hearing the supervisor's question, Tomano immediately raised his head and knitting a three-strand braid with his hands constantly moving: "This...well, it's hard to describe...what should I say...Anyway, it's very, very, surprising?"

Seeing that she wanted to say but couldn't tell in advance due to the confidentiality regulations, the supervisor shrugged, put a hand on her head, and after Chino calmed down, looked at the mercury lamp.