The supervisor does not die from a debt

A twisted and weird thing emerged from the broken wall. It unscrupulously swayed a body full of mouthparts, just like the "enemy of magical girl" in an animated story.

Without any communication, Miss Lyrical Nanoha didn't say anything about the scene, she turned her wand directly, and aimed at the monster that was yelling at her. The front of the wand quickly opened a cherry-colored magic circle. At the same time, the supervisor realized that she seemed to be relieved. Some kind of restriction valve is general.

Before the supervisor could see any valuable information in the limited visual range, a flood of cherry blossoms swarmed out, flooding the monster and the buildings behind it.

After a while, the light dissipated, and only the damaged area of ​​the building was seen. The weird and distorted thing had completely disappeared under the torrent, but the building was not damaged.

Not only that, Miss Naiha visited from the gap, and the people trapped in the disaster area were also intact, and even those who were a little bit hurt in the torrent recovered a lot.

It turned out that at that time, Miss Nanoha's shelling was so strong... The supervisor thought about it, and then saw that Nanoha flew towards a relatively low building nearby, and then stood on the roof, coughing a little uncomfortably. A few times.

"Supervisor, it's not very polite to search for others at will, and the memories in the indulgence?"

As she said so, everything around her became quiet.

Miss Naiha was sitting on the crossbar of the carved guardrail, looking up leisurely, watching the sky shining brightly by the sun and piling up like clouds.

"It's great... Sometimes I also think that if I can do whatever I want like those clouds... However, no matter when, there is a responsibility to be imposed on the body and I have to work hard."

"Ah, please don't care about this. It's not a complaint or a plan to make any changes. It's just envy, so think about it... After all, this is just a memory, a memory that cannot be abandoned."

Lying quietly, Lyrical Nanoha whispered to the supervisor, telling what happened in this city, telling how she protected two cute little girls, and how she solved the intractable things like mice in the sewer. Ghoul's.

The city in front of us is constantly changing, and eventually becomes dilapidated and uninhabited. The clouds in the sky disappear without a trace. Those new man-made things with various fancy texts and colors are gradually peeling off, fading, and finally becoming Make sand.

The tall building collapsed, and in this collapse there was a building that stood firm on itself, like the bones of a dead beast, standing tenaciously there, as if the last echo of an era.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood? Don't worry, this is an inevitable change, but it does not mean that we are powerless at this point-failure is not terrible, but the terrible thing is to give up the enterprising spirit and just seek self-protection?"

The supervisor listened quietly to her narration, until some uncontrollable distress came to his mind, there was no way to stop it, and finally he had to close his eyes and go to sleep.

"Losing one's own concept, and eventually becoming a distorted thing, just to keep the memories going, is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

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PS: ...a new week has begun!So according to the usual practice, first ask for tickets and blades for rewards!

813. Are you ready? It's time to meet the challenge of a new day!

As if customarily, after accidentally observing other people’s dreams, the supervisor slept very peacefully. The two soft bodies in his arms are like the highest-quality pillows, emitting slight heat, making the slightly cold room more suitable for sleep .

So he slept until he woke up naturally. When he opened his eyes, he was still slightly in a daze-now he is not dreaming, but really awake, right?

He yawned silently, and the supervisor subconsciously planned to rub his eyes, only to find that his left and right hands were being hugged...Well, what's the situation?

Looking to the left, a touch of silver-blue soft long hair is spreading on the white sheets, and to the right... If this purple hair is not the famous purple-haired actress of Fangbunsha, it probably only...

Did this fellow Aoba come here again?

The supervisor carefully pulled out his arms, then raised his head and looked up-the mercury lamp closed his eyes peacefully, as if he was sitting on the pillow in a dormant posture.

If this is in the middle of the night and the mercury lamp has two knifes in his hand, the supervisor will probably scream like the protagonist in a horror movie.

Thinking about it, she was so scared yesterday, so sneaking over is not a big deal, and the puppet is really convenient, can sleep in any posture... After looking at it for a while, the supervisor suddenly remembered that he had to prepare for work. , Can't procrastinate.

It took a short period of time to free myself from the state of being between left and right. The supervisor thought for a while, and lightly put Tomono next to Aoba, and then saw Aoba embrace the latter very naturally. He even said'Eh hehe~', and smiled dazedly.

Although the picture is very eye-catching, you shouldn't watch it for too long, or it would be a waste of time.

The supervisor lightly washed, thinking about taking a shower after they were all awake, after all, yesterday...the situation was quite intense, and there will always be some smell.

Thinking of something in his mind, after the supervisor wiped his face with a towel, he looked up and saw a small figure floating in the mirror image, like a horror movie without the slightest sound-then the supervisor turned around and raised his left hand .

The mercury lamp naturally sat on his arm: "Idiot human, do you wake up so early every day? According to the characteristics of human beings, it is normal to be lying down now."

"Well...maybe I am more passionate about work? Anyway, I have almost slept, and I should get up and work when I recover. Besides, in most cases, I sit in a chair and work, and there is no physical effort... "

After rinsing the mouth, the supervisor dipped the towel with some water and wringed it out, and tried to wipe her face with the mercury lamp-she did not refuse, but closed her eyes and asked the supervisor to hold her arms after wiping: "There is no dust here, and there is nothing to wipe Meaning. But, it’s just clean.”

Accustomed to this guy's awkward character, the supervisor shrugged, walked to the table and put the mercury lamp down, turned on the display, and then picked up the work board that should be Chino and clicked a few times.

There was no response, it looked the same, so the supervisor shrugged and sat in his chair for a while thinking about how to work today.

Then suddenly I remembered something and rummaged through the documents: "His Royal Highness, I remember a note came before, do you know where it is?"

"There are so many pieces of paper, who knows which one you are looking for... promise, there is one under your feet."

It's a pity that the Mercury Lantern handed over the note from the head of the disciplinary department instead of the one requested by the supervisor, but the supervisor's handwritten record, which was of little value.

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As a result, until Aoba felt painful and hard to breathe, and was almost strangled to death, and tried to escape from Chino's arms, the supervisor still failed to find the note.

Hearing the noise coming from behind him, the supervisor turned his head and saw Aoba, wearing a one-piece pajamas, with a surviving expression, gasping for breath.

"Good morning, what's wrong, do you dream of being crushed by a road roller?"

Aoba subconsciously argued: "How could it be, who would have that kind of curious dream... Although the supervisor, you almost had a similar experience, ah, it didn't mean that, anyway, uh...good morning?"

Getting out of bed in a hurry, Aoba walked to the supervisor in a bit of sleep, and saw all kinds of small notes stacked on his desk, quite puzzled: "Uh...what are you doing?"

"Looking for a threat letter. Or a threatening letter, or something to pronounce the death sentence, but I can't find it. So can I treat it as non-existent?"

That is absolutely impossible.

Aoba smiled subtly, and then went to look for the toiletries prepared for herself. When she looked up in the mirror, she somehow remembered what she saw when she was resting during the rest.

Although it is Aoba’s instinct to collect other people’s dark history and use it at the right time, and in this way it can also inspire the confidence of employees... But Aoba did not take out the portable communicator in the end to record Supervisor’s behavior.

After all, that's the supervisor, and the supervisor should be special, and it's better not to take out the supervisor's information casually...In short, I used various methods to restrain myself.

Rather, judging from the supervisor’s behavioral model, if he knew he did this, it might not be a problem with drinking next time-he would definitely put a bottle of wine in Aoba’s throat and pour a stomach of alcohol. , Let her forget many things'physically'!

He patted her cheek hard, and Aoba looked back while she was washing her head. The supervisor had thrown all the papers into the trash can, and then walked over here with a towel.

Then when Aoba was nervous to die, he walked into the bathroom and closed the door by the way: "Ah, it's so annoying, I feel so annoying to die when I think about the troublesome things in today's work... Isn't there anything simple and easy? Way, let them stay in the room obediently?"

Aoba wiped her face with a troubled smile and replied: "It's very difficult! Supervisor, having unrealistic ideas may cause laziness and distraction. Isn't this a good habit?"

"Of course I know, so I yell. Anyway, I don't need money and I won't lose my life... Forget it, it doesn't make sense to think so much. Let's prepare for breakfast first."

The supervisor’s voice came from the bathroom, and it sounded a little strange buzzing. When chatting with him, the mood would start to get better for some reason. Is this also a special application?

All in all, the pleasant and relaxing time in the morning is as simple as eating cherries, and all the'shoo' is over.

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