The supervisor does not die from a debt

Being transferred to a chair, lying there soft and weak, the supervisor suddenly said after a long while, "When are you headed these days..."

Ling Xian was using a towel to wipe her sweat. When he heard what he said, she turned her head and her eyes became sharper again, but before she could preach, the supervisor continued on her own:

"Compared to training, I think work is actually easier, because just use your brain and do some exercises occasionally, and you don’t use your own body... If you get broken bones like this, there is no pain relief, no matter how many times. It's hard to accept—"

Since he was not complaining about work, Ling Xian didn't say anything.She was silent for a while, walked over and wiped the supervisor's face with a towel, and then said, "There is not much I can teach you. The training may be over in a few days, so..."

The supervisor waved his hand weakly: "I just complained casually, don't take it seriously. To be honest, although I often find it troublesome and don't want to do things, but the feeling of improvement after training is really good. If you want to use games to To describe it, the reward feedback is very quick and easy to satisfy."

"It turns out to be like this.... I wrote it down, so I will increase the intensity again as appropriate for tomorrow's training to ensure that you can feel your changes more realistically."

The supervisor's actions became stiff, always feeling that this was a trap for himself, and then stepped on it without hesitation...

"This is a joke. Your training intensity is enough to reach this level. If you continue to strengthen, you have to ask Tomano to do it, but the company believes that you will not receive this kind of training."

Well, this is true, I won't accept it, and even treat it negatively...The supervisor silently nodded, then looked up at the ceiling, and opened his mouth to accept the water that Lingxian fed.

There are also pills that are not so bitter and slightly sweet. Ling Xian's explanation for this is that the supervisor seems to like sweetness, so try to adjust the formula to make the taste not so bad.

"The easiest way is to coat it with sugar, but some medicines can produce different reactions, so it needs to be carefully formulated. If you feel a little sleepy, you can just sleep for a while?"

The supervisor shook his head and did not choose to rest, but after feeling that he had recovered a little bit, he grabbed the teapot with the mercury lamp and drank the black tea that was already at a moderate temperature.

"Ah-no matter how many times I drink it, I think it's too weak. Why do so many people drink something that doesn't taste much at all? Don't get angry, your Royal Highness. I'll wash the teapot for you later..."

Then the supervisor took a while to stand up: "By the way, if there is nothing to do today, stay and have dinner together before leaving? Or so."

"Although I am very happy that you can invite me, I regret that I still have a lot of work to do... Don't worry, I'm used to this kind of work rhythm, so see you later."

Ling Xian is always so resolute and resolute. She immediately put away her box after she finished speaking, then put one, no, three coins on the supervisor's table, and then glanced at the supervisor's deposit balance.

"You seem to be deliberately reducing your own expenses, but I think you should treat yourself better in life. If you are a little more generous, you should learn to consume a little bit. Of course, it is not recommended that you are like the head of the discipline department. Restricted consumption will eventually be deducted from all wages."

Then after allocating a sum of money to the supervisor, he pushed him back when he was about to get up, and then turned and left.

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After taking a break, when the supervisor felt that he finally felt relieved, he was carefully scrubbing the teapot with the mercury lamp. To be honest, this behavior is very boring, and it is even better to buy a new teapot. .

However, Mercury Lantern didn’t think so. She was a little disgusted with the supervisor’s current appearance of sticky sweat, and stood directly on his head-it’s not quite accurate to say that the station was standing, it should be said to be "half-floating" to urge him to finish. Teapot work.

After urging the supervisor to clean the inside and out of the teapot three times in a row, the mercury lamp stepped on the supervisor’s head and asked him to put the pot on the table and flew away immediately, and then posted a document confirming the obsolescence. Rubbing his shoes.

"I think we should get along in a more peaceful way. For example, like at work, I respectfully put you on my arms..."

"I don't think I will have someone who doesn't even care about the dirt on his body and starts working..." The mercury lamp paused for a while, swallowing the words that almost slipped to the mouth.

"...As a supervisor, don't you think your current appearance is terrible, stupid humans don't care about their own hygiene problems?"

It seems to be the truth.

The supervisor took off his coat and threw it on the chair, then staggered into the shower room, and then started washing with clothes like this, not caring about the limited effect of doing so, and it was a waste of time.

As a result, it took about twice as long for the supervisor to wash himself off because he had to tear off the clothes that were stuck on his body. He wore a pair of shorts and then put on a new shirt and walked out. Ye Zheng stood at the elevator entrance on the left side of the office blankly.

Maintaining the posture of pushing the door, the supervisor hesitated for a few seconds: "Aoba...Did you go wrong? If you go to the bar, you should go to the second floor of the staff rest area instead of the supervisor's office?"

"Um... weird, I should have gone to the second floor of the rest area. Did I go to the wrong elevator? Or I feel a little down... Forget it, can I just disturb the supervisor a little bit today? Because of that The feeling of overwork has begun again..."

The elevator door behind her was closed, so the supervisor didn't say anything, he just opened the door and walked out, stretched out somewhat comfortably, and then invited Aoba to sit down.

Standing at the door always made the supervisor feel like she was a junior high school student in the penalty station-yes, because she looked quite young, even slightly more mature than Chino, the supervisor occasionally admitted her wrong.

"Okay, let me stroke, you mean, recently I started to put pressure on myself again, and then overworked my head, which may lead to forced rest again?"

When the supervisor spoke, Aoba was so frightened that the two slender ponytails were about to stand up, and she waved her hands quickly: "No, of course it's not that exaggerated!"

Then he curled up on the chair, playing with his fingers embarrassedly: "That's just a little bit, just a little bit, so I wanted to find a better store to have a drink with Senior One, Two, Three..."

Then it was sent here, right?

The supervisor glanced at the monitor, the small sign on the bell was flickering slightly, and he knew who was doing the trick.

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PS: ...the end of the month is the end of the month, what can you vote for, those who come will not refuse (

771. Don't deal with alcoholics...especially those who can infect you!

In fact, the supervisor does not know how to drink, or what to drink.But obviously, Aoba is also a person who doesn't care about this situation, so even if the supervisor chooses the bar where Anna is in the end, she can look at Anna expectantly.

At the same time, let the other party consider whether to give the supervisor and Aoba two different price lists. After all, the latter's income is quite average even if he runs a psychological clinic.

"No, you are not thinking about it at all, and you have already made a list for me! Ah, forget it, give us two glasses of pure rice wine before padding."

"Um~ I understand, so please wait a moment?"

After Anna received the request, after a while, the robotic arm sent two ceramic cups, which were filled with dazzling and clear liquor. In addition, the other robotic arm cleaned the table and then served it. Take out a small plate and leave.

The supervisor opened the lid and found that there were sauced beef, freshly marinated pickles, cold fish and the like. The side dishes used to accompany the wine were quite large, basically enough for Aoba to eat.

As for the supervisor?He is still waiting for the dinner.

In the pictures on the screen wall, what employees say in the background will occasionally appear on the screen as text. The supervisor takes a few glances, then stretches out his chopsticks and puts the salty and interesting pickles into his mouth. in.

Then together with Aoba picked up the wine glass and drank the clear and translucent wine inside.It was cold and refreshing at the first entrance, but then it was like a ray of fire from the tip of the tongue, across the throat, and finally into the belly.

I didn't learn Aoba and sighed after drinking. The supervisor put down the glass for a while and asked anna to send the whole bottle of the wine she was drinking, so that she would not have to keep asking for it afterwards, which would be more troublesome.

"Recently, you have made a lot of money. Could it be that something good happened? Forget it, I’m not someone who likes to get to the bottom. Although alcohol can make people feel happy, drinking too much can cause things to be delayed. Take it as an advice?"

After Anna finished speaking, she put a brown glass bottle of about four liters on the table. After it disappeared, the supervisor took the bottle from the robotic arm and filled the glass for Aoba.

"Speaking of it... As expected, drinking at the supervisor's place is more fun! It feels very relaxing, and the cold feeling is gradually disappearing..."

Holding a wine glass in both hands, Aoba's cheeks, who had just finished drinking a glass, were slightly red, and he looked as if he was drunk, but the supervisor knew that this person was actually quite capable of drinking unless he started to sing indiscriminately. Not a big deal.

So the two can chat about work, drink two glasses, and eat some side dishes and wine. In short, the atmosphere is still harmonious. Especially, Aoba can always find something to say, which is completely beyond the supervisor's reach.

Even the mercury lamp was a little curious. A follow-up to the "stories told by employees" that Aoba said, flew down from the file and sat on the monitor instead.

"Idiot humans, why do you always drink this thing? Is it delicious? There is a pungent smell in it... I don't think it works."

The supervisor shrugged: "In the minds of people who need to relieve stress, it can even be comparable to the elixir, and even if it passes after a sleep, it will cause less damage to the body. If you don't believe it, you should try it?"

What he said is very reasonable, and there is no feeling of guilty conscience...To be honest, the mercury lamp actually wants to try new things that have never been experienced before, but in the company, except for daily necessities, basically everything There are eight ways to kill you.