The supervisor does not die from a debt

Then, with a very bad voice, following the BGM from the turret, he sang a song that Tomono had never heard before.

To be honest, it's very ugly, it's just that the drunken people howl casually there.

The pungent smell of alcohol that filled the room made Tomohino cover his nose uncomfortably, and after walking into the room, he waved his hand to try to reduce the smell... but it was obviously useless.

The smells mixed with barbecue, alcohol volatilization, sweat after training, and the like became stronger and stronger with the two people who drank too much and went crazy, causing the chaotic sense of space to become more and more terrifying.

The supervisor hiccups, stops there and sings "borrow for another five hundred years" and so on: "Chi, Chino, hiccup...I'm fine, I'm really fine, I can still drink ——Huh, why are there five Tomonos? Will I be divided into five equal parts...?"

Aoba as if she was about to hang on the supervisor, she also turned her head, and then took a sip of beer in her mouth: "Ha, ha, supervisor, you must have been drinking too much. There are only three Chino ladies... three or three It seems there are too many, but, Ms. Chino is very cute, the more the better..."

How do you think that both of them are drunk? And why is it just eating dinner, so that the whole person is starting to become abnormal!

Tomono was troubled to get the remote control on the table, and after starting to execute the ventilation command, he forced the supervisor back onto the chair, and then helped him clean up the mess on the table. When he was about to preach a little bit, he found that whether it was the supervisor or Aoba, After the noise was over, they all fell into a temporary sleep.

It's best to be quiet, otherwise Chino will have a headache. How can I make these two guys who might go crazy involuntarily quiet down?

"Well, Miss Mercury Lantern, can you please come down? This pile of files is expected to be disposed of... Hey, why are your clothes dirty?"

"Hmph, then you have to ask your idiot human being, who used my favorite suit as a towel...I am very angry, and I do not intend to forgive him for the time being."

Tomino stretched out his hand to hold the mercury lamp, smiled slightly and said, "Don't mind too much... The supervisor will always be like this and make some unexpected behaviors. It's okay. This level of dirt... Since this is very bad for you Important clothes, let me clean them for you."

Then he hesitated: "Um...Although I didn't ask before, but...Can you get water...because I heard that many dolls have joints and so on..."

"I'm not that kind of inferior thing, don't worry about this, and you only need to solve the clothes problem, I am a puppet, not so hypocritical."

Tomono took a serious note and nodded, and then walked into the bathroom with the mercury lamp without hesitation. While washing her clothes, he also washed the pink rabbit doll that had been on the bed.

I hope that the Mercury Lamp is better not to associate that doll with yourself... I hope so.

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It stands to reason that after a large amount of alcohol is consumed, the time it takes to get the body back to normal is proportional to the concentration of the intake. If it is not handled well, it may be vomited out and enter a deeper drunken state.

But obviously, the supervisor's current physical fitness can no longer be measured by ordinary people-so just being drunk, and only need to sleep for a while, you can fully wake up.

When the supervisor opened his eyes, he could still clearly remember what he did when he accompany Aoba to get drunk and crazy...Ah, it's actually nothing, it's just singing and dancing.

Sitting up, rubbing his head, the supervisor thought for a while, what time is it now, I heard the pattering sound of water from the bathroom behind him, and Chino's soft voice...and the mercury lamp was poured into his face by hot water , Very dissatisfied voice.

The pair of plates and saucers on the table and even the finished wine glasses were all recycled. Although it looked messy, it was fine to organize it.

On the chair next to him, Aoba seemed to be in a coma...Today, think of a way to ask Futaba to send her back to her home. She always stays in the supervisor's office, and it feels like weird remarks that "the supervisor likes to pick up corpses" .

While thinking this way, the elevator on the left again heard the sound of running, and then the elevator door opened. Futaba jumped out of the elevator while holding the notebook in his left hand and the work board in his right.

"The work is done! The troublesome things are also taken care of! Futaba, come here!"

Then, amidst the rather monotonous applause of the supervisor, he smirked a little bit embarrassedly, walked to the supervisor's side and stopped abruptly: "Good, strong smell of alcohol, can it be said that Miss Lingxian finally decided to let her brother be anesthetized and stay safe Did you work together..."

What kind of work do you cooperate with, the kind of the dissected experimental body?!

The supervisor thought about the content, and asked Futaba to come over and sit down: "Let's not mention it. Speaking of which, is there anything good that happened today? You are quite happy...Uh, intuition is so, really."

"Oh, did my brother see it too, Futaba, I am very happy. Hmm, what should I say, my brother successfully passed the possible crisis of [Apocalypse] invading the company, and then smoothly made the company become now It's safe and makes people very happy."

Futaba curled himself up in the chair, then opened the notebook and the work board. It seemed that he planned to continue to say while he was in charge of dealing with affairs here: "Moreover, the most important thing is that my brother was not harmed. This is enough...well, I still have a little thing to deal with, so maybe I suddenly ignore people?"

"It's okay, don't worry, what do you want to drink when talking about it, orange juice or soda or orange soda... Don't look at me that way, I will feel like I'm committing a crime."

Then, the supervisor poured her a glass of orange soda.

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684. This is the pot of chanting...... how is it possible!

When Chino walked out of the bathroom, he saw that the supervisor was constantly pouring...orange soda into his mouth.Speaking of it, although there is no need to worry about the physical problems caused by eating Hesai, but overeating is not so good no matter what.

When he was about to remind the supervisor, he suddenly put down the bottle: "Futaba-can you let Ling Xian think of a way? I feel that if this goes on, I will eat something terrifying like fried orange meat."

Stir-fried meat with oranges... Just thinking about the taste of it in his mouth made Chino feel uncomfortable enough, and he subconsciously stuck out his tongue.

"Could it be that my brother had eaten before! That kind of stuff is scary to think about!"

It is rare to hear Futaba’s voice a little frightened, Chino walked to the desk, picked up a stack of discarded papers from there, and began to reshape it into a small chair that looked a little cute. On the desk, a little far away from the supervisor.

The supervisor glanced at Chino, nodded and turned over a page of notebook: "Yes, for example, fried whole eggs with tomatoes, or fried mooncakes with celery, or a wonderful meal with another bun wrapped in a bun."

Is this a new type of torture?

Close the notebook: "Speaking of which, why didn't I see His Royal Highness Mercury, where did I go? Could it be that during the time I fainted from drinking, she accidentally fell into the recycling port..."

"That’s not the case... Director, just helped her clean it. Although Miss Mercury Lantern said that she is a doll and can’t metabolize, but there is dust and the clothes you used to wipe sweat. They must be cleaned. Well……"

With that said, Chino cleaned the basin in his hands, and was about to show the supervisor the complicated and extremely complicated set of clothes that he had dried, and the latter touched his chin, and then told her a little life. skill.

"Although I know that everything except research has degraded, but...the complex and gorgeous clothes full of lace and roses like mercury lamps, simply washing them with water is likely to cause them to fade or deform. Generally speaking, It’s all written on the label."

Tomino hurriedly spread out the clothes, not mentioning the wet one. The supervisor is indeed right. The mercury lamp is very expensive at first glance, and there are already many places in the clothes she cherishes--

"Hey, idiot humans, what are you doing together? I didn't expect that this little guy is actually quite capable, and he actually knows how to maintain dolls..."

The Mercury Lantern was wearing a small shirt, and he opened two slits on his back so that his wings could stretch out. When he flew lightly, he saw Chino Masaru holding his clothes in tears.

"What's the matter? Don't look at me that way, as if I did something heinous."

When China held the clothes tremblingly and showed it to the mercury lamp, his voice tremblingly said: "Well, that...I treat your most cherished clothes as ordinary..."

Before she finished speaking, the supervisor slapped her on the head: "I thought that the tasteless clothes you wore were just some kind of stalls, so I washed them for you according to the ordinary cleaning process. It’s so bad, but don’t be too angry, the company will tailor new clothes for you, absolutely—"

Before the supervisor's words were finished, massive black feathers pounced on him from the front.

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After the mercury lamp vented angrily, it left a room of black feathers, and then went into the box without saying a word, closed the buckle from the inside, and ignored the yogurt that was expected to be eaten later.

The supervisor stood there like a giant feather duster, and then Futaba and Tomo hurriedly helped him pick the feathers-then he opened his mouth for a long time, and pulled out a feather from his throat.

"Ah...it's too miserable, but fortunately, take this opportunity, Chino, you go find someone to help her sew a dress again, or fix it, and leave it to me for the next thing. Don't care, anyway No matter how you can drop it, it's not Christina, who is hostile when she comes up."