The supervisor does not die from a debt

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⑤ A sincere supervisor will not die of owing words

855. A good day starts from waking up

Although it has been introduced many times, it does not seem to be troublesome to introduce it again.

This is called the company, and there are some human beings that are the only remnants in the entire world that are lingering. The outside world has almost collapsed, and maybe even the celestial bodies are on the verge of crisis, and my job is like working in a monster power company .

Ah, of course, there is a nice name here, called Supervisor...It mainly manages the energy collection work assignments of the entire company. In addition, all the work is done by others.

Isn’t this feeling a bit like that people in the city are either growing mushrooms or turning into purple liquid, but I’m just a swordsman?

But other people have told me that your work and attitude will affect the entire company, and may affect the outside world-but that is too far away for me, not worth thinking about.

Solving the task at hand is more important than anything else. This is completely confirmed and beyond doubt.

And the most important thing is that instead of being treated like an orc after crossing, living alone for more than ten years, or flying to an age where you don’t know the age, even using wood chips for the toilet, it’s pretty good in the company. At least there is no worries about food and clothing.

Yes, life is the most important thing. Regardless of direction, goal or ambitious plan, life is always going to continue.Obviously, the cost of living allocated by the company is pretty good.

Except for not giving me those things similar to mobile phones.

——Supervisor, recorded after the successful suppression by the disciplinary department.

Close the notebook in his hand, and the supervisor sat cross-legged in the chair, thinking about what to do today.You know, this is a very serious problem. Once something goes wrong, he has to restart his work immediately.

The only good news is that under his struggle, no new abnormalities will come today, and a relatively stable job can be carried out...well, relative.

With a sleepy yawn, the supervisor casually looked at the side where the collections were lined up.The life-sustaining facilities delivered last night are quietly placed there, and the people inside still maintain their previous postures without any change.

In other words, there can be a ghost if there is change.

In order to prevent her from'seeing' the supervisor when she wakes up, she has special masking equipment for her eyes to ensure that any changes in her eyes can be immediately responded to.

In the same way, to prevent her from'hearing' the supervisor's voice, so a pair of thick earphones are worn on her head...Ah, by the way, this earphone must be very cool for listening to songs.

The breathing maintenance equipment is the same black mask, and coupled with the tight leather restraint straps that are tied up all over the body, the supervisor always feels that this is a mummy for himself.

As for being so strictly guarded?

However, this is the company's plan. The supervisor is not good to say anything. He knocked on the transparent protector. The supervisor yawned to wash-nothing happened last night. There was a doll lying down, and he did nothing.

As for why...not why, after all, I have been running in the company all day, and I have to deal with the troublesome things and Reimu. In short, I am too tired.

So yesterday's training was not done. The supervisor immediately fell asleep when he touched the pillow, and even the dreams that might appear, which could be peeped after connecting to the abnormality, did not appear.

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Brushing his teeth with half-open eyes, the supervisor stared at himself in the mirror, wondering if he should be free to guess a punch with it, and then bored his left hand out, and after shaking it twice, he produced the scissors-the scissors that he also made in the mirror .

It's quite normal. If it had rocks or cloth, the supervisor would definitely punch it in the mirror without hesitation.

When he lowered his head and wiped his face with a clean towel, when he raised his head again, the supervisor saw a pale face from the reflection in the mirror, which floated in the air, and even caused the surrounding temperature to drop...

The supervisor turned around and grabbed the mercury lamp, took her in front of him, and wiped her face with a towel: "Well, it will be much cleaner. To be honest, although the doll will not sweat, but drink drinks and the like , You will still get it, so be careful."

"Don't be reminded by dumb human beings, that little man has cleaned me yesterday, there can be no dirt."

is it?It seemed that they had been active for a while after they slept... and it was quite normal, after all, Futaba hadn't left before the sleepiness came.

"After that, the same small guy with a ponytail came here."

It's Aoba, did she come over to confirm the placement of life support facilities?

The mercury lamp flew up, sat on his arm satisfied after the supervisor crossed his left hand, and then shook his head: "I don't know, it may be true, but... uh."

She stopped suddenly, the supervisor lowered her head in doubt, and quickly reached out to support the mercury lamp, which was still sitting unsteadily: "What happened? Are you the kind of physique that will die if you don't eat pudding in one day?!"

"Wh, it's possible... the clockwork is not enough..."

It turned out that the supervisor quickly returned to the desk and sat down, took out the gorgeous clockwork key from the pen holder, held the waist of the mercury lamp with one hand, lifted the skirt to find the keyhole, and began to wind her up.

It seemed that I had forgotten all day yesterday, and it took a long time to wind the clockwork manually. The supervisor wondered how to make a tooth that can spin at a high speed and free his hands.

Anyway, the ultimate goal is for the supervisor to wind the clock himself, and everything else shouldn't matter.

Ling Xian sat up quietly, and when he walked to the supervisor in a shirt, he saw him staring at the documents spread out on the table, holding the mercury lamp in his hand, and constantly spinning the clockwork in his hand.

"Although active work is good, I suggest you work when you need to work, and take a break when you need a break, instead of seizing any time to deal with work matters."

Reaching out, Ling Xian rubbed his head unfamiliarly to the supervisor, and then said: "Your body health index has dropped slightly. It may be due to excessive exercise and insufficient nutritional intake. It does not matter, remember to use the remaining mental energy Drinks can be used as ordinary functional drinks."

So what kind of state I am in now, is it possible to use the legendary mental power to release it, and then screw off the spoon?!

The pressure from his head was substantial, and Ling Xian said a little bit irritably: "Of course it's impossible. You don't have that kind of aptitude and traits. At most, you can only use your arms to bend the spoon."

"But why is it a spoon? Does it have any special meaning?"

The supervisor moved his mouth, but at the end he didn't say that this was actually just some small obsessions he had indulged in superpower shows in the past.

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856. As the saying goes, good things come in pairs, but in fact, it’s good to have more.

When the wake-up bell rang, Lingxian had already left, and she still had a lot of things to deal with. For example, yesterday, to verify the stability of the research and development sequence medicines, and thus to conduct experiments, she had to deal with them.

The supervisor is very worried. What if the other party's rationality collapsed and ceased to be human because of participating in various ultimate inhuman experiments.

However, Ling Xian was relieved. She told the supervisor that this was impossible-because Miss Hui Ye was like that and would not change.

It sounds like an undead gameplay, and I always feel that it is possible to play off any day.

All in all, after getting up with the bell, Tomano also got up a little reluctantly. She yawned a little and walked behind the supervisor to see that he was seriously winding the mercury lamp.

It's just that from his hand, the body of the mercury lamp, the sound of'Kakakakakka' was constantly heard. If I remember correctly, this would be the case with excessive winding.

"Ah? Oh, forgot to forget. I was just thinking about what method Nepujiya would use to thoroughly repair the suppression force field. As a result, I ignored the things on my hands."

The supervisor hurriedly pulled out the key, and then placed the mercury lamp at the mercy of the supervisor on her special chair as if it were a real immobile doll, and then clapped her hands.

"Well, let's not mention those. Today's work has not yet started. At least there will be some time to have breakfast and so on... Do you want to go back and cook for your family first, and then report to the department? "