The supervisor does not die from a debt

Nepujiya stood at the door of his shop, and picked up a box of probably scrap things that were left here today: "Supervisor, the expression on your face is so easy to read, it's more than Noval. Miss is good to read... well, but it doesn’t matter. After all, only our department head and Miss Chris will contact you directly."

That said, the supervisor shook his head: "Speaking of which, I cared about it before. As the department supervisor, you seem to be constantly repairing equipment... Are those things fragile or easy to break? ?"

"Huh? That's not the case. I repaired the equipment that has been accumulated over the years and is not easy to make. After repairing it, it can be put back as a brand new device. Don't worry, because this is my job... …!"

After Nepujiya seriously explained, he suddenly put down the waste basket in his hand: "But... after all, in fact, the damage rate of the equipment has become slightly higher recently. Why is it so?"

"However, please rest assured! This kind of error is still within the controllable range. You only need to finish it carefully. If you think too much, it will make your head unable to hold it..."

After the supervisor nodded in agreement, Nepujiya was relieved to continue the work at hand, dumping the discarded equipment on the other side into this frame-although it was a little weird with a 2.5 head body.

Futaba suddenly moved to the supervisor's side: "Brother, do you want to see the real rest area? If you want, I can temporarily relieve the influence of the cognitive filter."

In the upper left corner of the computer monitor, the supervisor clearly saw that Christina was appearing there, staying quiet like a static painting.So he waved his hand: "No, the rules are the rules. Since you have decided to do this, you have to stick to it."

Then he waved his hand: "I believe that one day I can spend money to buy all the open permissions, and then go to do a 3D modeling of Christina, and then use it to make a strange video!"

Although Futaba did not understand, it did not prevent her from nodding, and then wiped the marks on her hands with a wet tissue.

On the other side of the screen, Nepujiya seemed to have finally finished counting. She held the frame that became heavier: "Yes, by the way, Xiao Zhi Na came to me to fix a very beautiful little dress... …Miss Novaru is very happy I can understand, but how did the supervisor know that Miss Novaru is very good at tailoring?"

I knew it before I knew you, but it hasn't been confirmed before that, it's already confirmed now.But the supervisor just waved his hand: "Ah... that is not important. The important thing is that it can at least make up for a small mistake. Well, that's it."

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Putting on a newly restored gothic dress that is even better than what I was wearing before, the Mercury Lamp is obviously in a good mood, so now even if Chino is holding a doll in his arms, he is not angry.

When I came to the office on the first day at all, the aura that seemed to be aimed at everyone seemed much calmer... Well, maybe it was finally affected by the current atmosphere of the company?

The supervisor is doing self-decompression activities at this time. The so-called decompression is naturally to get happiness from others.

"Yes, that's it, that's it. The cat ear decoration seemed to be discovered on the spot last time, and then I removed it by myself. Can you write a controllable switch this time? It's best not to let her discover that."

Listening to the supervisor's request rather helplessly, Futaba looked at the screen earnestly: "My brother now looks very much like the so-called'Party A'in the past. It is too difficult not to be discovered, but execution Mandatory order for time period, um, let me see..."

Futaba's fingers flew, and while lightly tapping on the keyboard, Christina seemed to have finally reacted. She waved her hand slightly to dissipate the data flow lingering around her.

"Adjusting the program at will may cause the accumulation of errors. Just to satisfy the supervisor's selfish desires, I will go all out. Is there something wrong? Miss Futaba."

"Um...I don't really understand, but since my brother thinks that this kind of communication can relax him, it is worth trying. After all, although my brother's room has become a bit like a gun room recently, I will feel at ease here too."

Running the program just written, while the supervisor denied Futaba’s statement, the flow of information around Christina quickly disappeared, and then a pair of...a pair similar to Lingxian was condensed on her head, and the color was dark. Rabbit ears.

"Okay! The operation is completed, the next is the other requirements of the brother, um, a little troublesome, but it is not a problem, here should be..."

He muttered to himself and tapped the keyboard. The supervisor suddenly felt that he was suspended by the process. He turned his head helplessly and said, "So, will Tomono play two games with me? I declare in advance that I can also use one hand— —"

"In this case, does the supervisor want to play with me? You know, playing BGM for the supervisor's office every day is actually quite tiring?"

Suddenly, the bell popped out on the monitor, with a golden handle swaying in his hand, but the supervisor immediately got up to 120,000 points and asked cautiously: "I lose a game, do I have to take a finger?"

"In the eyes of the supervisor, if I am a character like this, I am a little bit unhappy. Don't worry, it's just a simple entertainment with you. Moreover, this time you can use a big screen, a big screen!"

Without even thinking about it, the supervisor immediately challenged. At the same time, the picture on the monitor was directly projected onto the screen wall, making the usually unclear picture clear and abnormal, even high-definition enough to make the supervisor want to cry.

If there was such a big screen before, the supervisor would definitely have to lie on the sofa for a lifetime!

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PS: Thank you Huayin for your reward~

PS4:...Every day the codeword is found in the afternoon, the sun is facing the face, no wonder it's so bad... Okay, please ask for a ticket, that's it, the first ten days are over!

687. Only what you can't remember, there is no what you don't remember!

Ling made the supervisor feel tricky for the first time, and even almost used his best to deal with it. For the first time, he didn't say anything during the match, but was analyzing the situation seriously.

But anyway, it's just for entertainment. There is no need to play so utilitarianly-in simple terms, it is to make laymen look extraordinarily fancy and want to be in a pit.

However, Futaba and Tomano, who had been pressed on the ground several times by the supervisor, and even if they became stronger, the supervisor would increase the strength by the way, fully understand that this is just'looks good-looking', and actually replaced them. It is still a question whether it can last until the end of time.

In short, after the 30 minutes of intense intensity, the supervisor shook his hand and put down the handle, sighing from the bottom of his heart: "It's been a long time since I was forced to this level, and I feel that my hands are moving...Unfortunately, this time has come. , Can’t continue playing."

"Well-indeed, it's a pity. I haven't played such an interesting game like this for a long time. How long has it been? I don't remember anymore~"

So, those BGMs that sound a little familiar, there are piano adaptations, and...er...

"You guessed it right. Except for the information that some companies still use to ease the emotions of supervisors or employees, it is basically the information you bring... To be honest, the knowledge you have is really Quite a lot, too many companies can't believe it, this will be something an ordinary human can have."

Ling shook his head and tried to organize the language to make a comparison. In the end, he could only open his hands: "It's like a broken data hard drive, only what we haven't sorted out, nothing we can't find, it's amazing!"

To be honest, when she described it this way, the supervisor was still quite disturbed... So is there something so-called knowledge that she doesn't even know?Then it's over, maybe there is something behind the scenes?

However, Ling pushed the chair away, and then the screen switched to the front of the piano. She tapped the keyboard lightly, letting a string of light and sweet sounds come from the amplifier.

"What kind of tune is this, do you know?"

"Mozart Rondo K.485 in D major. It's a classic piece for me, what's wrong?"

Ling's hand changes, switching a genre, then raises her head to beckon the supervisor to answer what she is playing now, and the supervisor just shrugs.

"Quickly give way to busy people... I remember it was from a opera, what's your name, barber?"

"Look, are you pretty good at being able to answer the answer right now? Human memory is amazing. You may always think that you don't remember anything, but in fact, you can react with a little guidance. ."

Ling continued to switch the music she was playing. The supervisor shut her mouth and thought for a while, and then sighed: "This is too old. To be honest, I only watched this movie when I was playing the video material. I didn't expect It can also be dug out."

So this is also positively confirmed. In fact, the supervisor remembered quite a lot of things, but he didn't show it very much, but now it was time to prepare for a break, and Ling did not continue to linger. After saying goodnight, he disconnected.

Then Futaba also stood up, stretched hard and hung the work board behind his waist, and closed the notebook: "Today, I have recovered a lot of fatigue. As expected, I feel very comfortable with my brother, and I don't want to leave— —"

Before the supervisor spoke out, she immediately raised her finger: "But! Don't disturb the close time between the supervisor and Otomo, so Futaba, is leaving!"

"Wait, wait, can you take Aoba away too? If you sleep here, maybe from tomorrow, the company will circulate a strange message that the supervisor likes to get people drunk and let her stay overnight... not so good. "

Futaba looked at the supervisor, and then at Aoba, who had not been cleaned of feathers, was lying on the bed and nodded vigorously: "Oh, I understand, I understand, Aoba, it’s up to me. Responsible for sending it back, that's it!"

After the elevator door was closed, Chino jumped off the chair and slightly swept the feathers all over the floor. However, they were too many to be cleaned at all.

"Let it go, someone will clean it up, so let me think of an excuse, how can I trick this doll back into the box today..."

"Stupid human, I'm tired, don't talk to me, hum, really boring human..."

The mercury lamp turned her head nonchalantly, and after taking off from the table, it fell precisely into her box, and then closed the lid. From the inside, the sound of the buckle closing was heard indicating that she was indeed planning to rest.

"Um... Lord, director, that... by the way! Just now, before Miss Rabbit left, what was the song that felt very gentle?"