The supervisor does not die from a debt

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

After blinking suspiciously, Futaba lightly walked to the supervisor and squatted down, and then poked his face: "Brother, what else did you do to make Chino angry?"

"There are many so I don't know where to start, but it hurts!"

Trying hard to struggle, but whenever there is a movement, Chino will slightly increase his strength, so that the supervisor has to continue to lie on his stomach without even giving the opportunity to slap the floor.

"Mmm... Director, even I would be angry about some things, especially that, finger..."

Chino's cheeks flushed, but the supervisor continued to scream. She didn't know how to end it, so she looked at Futaba, hoping she could help.

The latter quickly understood her meaning, continued to squat in front of the supervisor, and poked his nose: "Then, brother, what did you do to make Tomono, who is usually cute and cute, become like this?"

"It hurts—huh? What did you do? It's just a squeeze of her tongue. Obviously, I have done it sometimes—why?!"

This time it was really broken.

If most of the previous rants were actually pretending, then it is real now... Fortunately, Tomino quickly got away from his back and quickly put the dislocated arm back for the supervisor.

In this regard, the onlookers who watched the mercury lamp said that this group of people was really boring, and could not tell whether they were flirting or really punishing this stupid human.

So it went smoothly. After the arm was repaired, the supervisor confirmed that there was nothing he could do with Futaba, and continued to sit on the office chair like a salted fish, using the peripheral kit he bought before. The controller is there to find the game you want to play today.

On the other hand, Chino continued to concentrate on assembling the ship in a bottle, just like a repair ship... This description seems a bit wrong.

As for Futaba, after letting the program write its own, he also picked up the handle: "Humhhhh, today, I have done enough study and understand the program to challenge my brother, no Take it lightly?"

The supervisor yawned and put his hands on Tomano’s soft and elastic thighs, which were the most suitable for hand rests: "Really? But I personally think that fully understanding a game of fighting people does not mean So you can conquer others."

"It's like thinking about how to deal with it, but the hands can't do it. The plan is perfect. If it doesn't work, it's just for nothing."

Then the supervisor saw that Futaba moved flexibly and drew several sign language movements in front of him, fast enough to almost see the afterimage.

"Hmph, hum, hum, if my brother has always been so arrogant, he will be defeated by me without mercy, and then let me get the title of the company's first game player!"

By the way, the second place is Ling. The guy seems to have 48 hours a day. He is improving every day, and he can even take care of his work, helping the supervisor make ammunition for the force field. He doesn't understand how she reasonably plans her time. of.

Shrugging, the supervisor indifferently opened the game called'Criminal Equipment': "What's the actual situation, you can see under the hand, otherwise no one will be convinced by just talking about it, right?"

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PS:...All in all, please ask for the ticket first, I'm so sleepy...

775. So does this count as a light bulb (physical)?

Since ancient times, because of self-confidence to the level of arrogance, how many demon kings have been attacked by the brave and killed violently, and even for this reason, various radiation works have been derived... ah, far away.

Although the supervisor occasionally said something very arrogant, he was cautious and terrible. It could be described as dripping water. Therefore, he explained to the mercury lamp the situation of the battle between himself and Futaba, and at the same time he was divided into two operation roles. Fighting with a squally stormy attitude is quite admirable.

"Now I'm going to explain a little trick, that is, the technology called'communal kill' that is not available in ordinary fighting games. Usually, the ability to'communicate' means that the priority of the skill and the damage judgment are at the same level, and the model The collision happened to be within a few frames within the damage area..."

While talking, the female character with double guns operated by the supervisor collided with the skills of the blue-clothed Tachi character operated by Futaba, who looked like the male protagonist, and both stopped their behavior at the same time without losing blood. .

Then the supervisor seized the opportunity to fight back, and she didn't know whether to applaud or not to the mercury lamp-out of dignity, she chose to hold her arms and said that she had heard the supervisor's explanation, but didn't care.

"Uhhh! I was killed. My brother is too strong. I have already worked so hard, but I still can't beat him. Is my brother a legendary ghost of the game!"

When Futaba held up the handle and said that he had given up, the supervisor quietly wiped his sweat.He actually felt quite oppressed. After all, there was not much blood left on his side, and there was even a certain amount of luck in it... What a shame if you lose!

"Futaba is already very strong. To be honest, if I don’t go all out, I’ll probably lose...By the way, the company doesn’t seem to require you to have the skills to play games. It doesn’t improve your work, right? ?"

Then I saw Futaba and Tomoh stop working together, and then Futaba grabbed the supervisor’s cheek and pulled it to both sides: "Although there is no, but this is also a way to relax us. My brother is an idiot, so I want to question it. I'm such a fool."

"Hmm... Director, you have to know that there are some things that can really inspire the company, and they are very happy, so you can't belittle yourself..."

Then before the supervisor was going to say something, Tomino continued to grab his arm and said, "But, don’t be too addicted...Because work is the first thing. In this way, after work, I can always stay with the supervisor. of……"

Who can stand this.

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All in all, in short, when Aoba woke up dizzyly, not knowing where she was, she heard Futaba yelling in her ears, as if she was saying the name of a very handsome move.

It's just that she didn't hear it very well, so she yawned, turned over and changed to a comfortable position, and went back to sleep.

The supervisor turned his head in doubt and found that there was nothing moving and continued to concentrate on the screen. At this time, he was being beaten by two people (in the game). The situation was very urgent!

That’s the case, but in fact, the supervisor still has a bit of extra energy. He arched his waist and put his chin on Tomano’s head. He looked like a waste man sucking a cat. Even his expression became quite leisurely and he didn’t even notice The sound of the elevator running on the left.

So, Ling Xian took the elevator and entered the office and saw that the supervisor was doing his best to operate the keys. The characters on the screen were as if they were possessed by him, their movements were flexible and agile, and even moves were as smooth as a movie performance.

She walked gently behind the supervisor and waited for the end of the round before speaking: "Supervisor, today's work is over. If there is anything I can help, please ask for it as much as possible."

"Ling Xian? It's nothing right now. If you have time, help me see how Aoba is doing now. She drinks more than me. I'm worried that she will just fall asleep like this."

"understood."

The supervisor scratched his head, always feeling that more and more people are running into his office recently. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?But up to now, only the department head, Christina, and the anomaly who have conducted the'final observation' know themselves. There should be no problem, right?

I didn't think about things that I couldn't figure out, so the supervisor put down the handle, just as Tomono felt a little tired, got out of his arm, and rushed to the end of the table, planning to make a cup of coffee for everyone.

Is it bad to drink coffee before bed?What if you can't sleep.

"Supervisor... don't worry, this is not real coffee after all... Although it's a pity, and this level of stimulation can't make your body react?"

Ling Xian, who inspected Aoba, also answered: "Yes, so the mental energy drink I prepared for you is actually composed of more complex drinks, please don't worry, it is not harmful to your health."

That is to say, it is harmful to other people's health. You must know that even Futaba has never reached out to touch the drink that the supervisor put on the table. You can probably guess it. It must be a recipe that you will never touch again.

"...Forget it, it doesn't make sense to entangle this, having said that, it seems that it is already curfew time. Futaba, are you planning to rest here today? Or do you have to go back to sleep alone?"

The supervisor stretched his waist and sat in the same posture for a long time. It is certain that he is not comfortable.

Shaking his head, Futaba put away the notebook with some regrets: "Although I want to spend more time with my brother, but next, my brother needs private space, so Futaba is going to retreat!"

The supervisor hurriedly grabbed Tomano, and if she were to rush forward, maybe Futaba would have to stay here today...well, in the mode of being examined by Suzusen.

"Really...Ms. Futaba, why do you always say things that make people misunderstand, obviously I don't every day... Well, every day I want to make friends with the supervisor..."

In order to calm Chino down, the supervisor easily shook off the bell that he was going to say, then reached out and gestured to the bell, and finally turned off the power of the monitor directly to prevent Christina from jumping out and saying something.

In short, after the supervisor finally calmed down Chino, he suddenly thought of a serious question-when Futaba had just left, he forgot to let her take Aoba away. What should I do, just let her lie down all night?

Feeling that troublesome things are starting one after another, the supervisor who comes to the door, feels that he is starting to have a headache and needs something to drink to relieve it.

Only coffee doesn’t seem to be enough, so let’s drink Coke as expected——