The supervisor does not die from a debt

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The training time is very long-because the supervisor cannot have any rest time.It's also very short, because it's only twenty minutes.

However, the supervisor's experience was quite fulfilling. When the clock rang, he was panting violently. He pressed the demolition equipment and lost the auxiliary protection to the ground, holding the short sword with one hand, intending to do just that. The posture of piercing her throat stopped.

Scarlet blood mixed with sweat fell on Ling Xian's body drop by drop. She moved her hand slightly, sat up from the device that protected her, and then hugged the supervisor, allowing the mechanical arms around him to recover his body loss.Then take the blade.

"Your performance today is very good, all indexes are higher than expected... Now please relax, is there still pain somewhere? Or are you still awake?"

The supervisor trembled for a few moments, and after a long while he came over, dropped the short sword in his hand, and lay softly in front of Ling Xian... However, for Ling Xian, he was still too tall, so he looked like Ling Xian. It looks like a doll with two feet mopping the floor.

But to be honest, no little girl would like this kind of bloody and dirty doll.

However, Suzusen did not shy away from it. After confirming that the value returned to a similar level, he immediately returned to the office with the supervisor, then placed him lightly on the chair, picked up the towel from the table, and wiped the supervisor with Chino. Face and hands.

The movements are efficient and gentle, even when the supervisor opened his eyes and sighed, "Life is not as easy as singing," he only felt a lot more comfortable.

Then he rolled his eyes and said, "Today is counted as... it's over, right? I can't bear to have another unexpected mission, or a bell saying, "Ah, I hope you can report to me like a future sister." That's it."

Then Ling appeared on the monitor at the right time, but this time she appeared normally and without any picture influence: "I heard it! Director, although I really want to ask you for help, you are so tired, so I gave up. Oh!"

Yeah yeah, do I have to compliment you without adding more trouble?

The supervisor waved his hand hard, and then casually put on the gaps in the clothes: "Anyway, I don't want to move at all, I don't want to move for a second. I intend to do anything else, it is impossible, unless I can propose I can't refuse the benefits."

"Eh...it's a pity, but forget it, just take a good rest. After today's work is over, maybe tomorrow will become more relaxed? Well, if there is anything I will find you again, that is such!"

After the bell disappeared, the supervisor sighed again and tried to sit up, trying to find something to drink--then Lingxian held a glass of cold and refreshing water, and even handed it to the supervisor's mouth with a cup of happy water.

Isn't it a mental energy drink? Ling Xian did this really deliberately... The supervisor reacted at the first second after drinking it. This thing is a glass bottle of mental energy drink versus Coke!

Author's message:

PS:... I wanted to eat today with the dice, but I got a peach... Huh?Why i write this stuff

PS4: Good for tickets and blades!that's it!

873. The so-called man's favorite thing is naturally...

Recovery is a good thing, but the supervisor is completely unable to lift the energy. After he tried to drink the drink that was almost squirted, he stood up with his mouth covered, and stumbled into the bathroom.

"I want to rinse, this suit can no longer be worn... Ugh..."

Ling Xian looked at the bathroom, then at the small half of the drink, tilted his head slightly, poured it into his mouth, and frowned immediately.

The taste is too bad, the supervisor can drink it into his stomach without hesitation, and his mental growth is beyond his imagination... Well, after going back today, let's improve the taste a little.

Putting the remaining glass bottle in the box, Ling Xian handed it to the robotic arm and then stopped, scraping a hardened blood shell from his clothes.

Although the supervisor hasn't really caused much damage to himself, in any case, he shouldn't like to be so dirty, right?

After making up his mind, Ling Xian stood up: "Supervisor, I still have some things to deal with, and I will probably be back in a short time."

The sound of splashing water in the bathroom did not stop, and the supervisor's voice came out vaguely: "Oh? Oh well, I see, do you want to save a copy for dinner?"

"Don't worry."

Carrying a large box that was lighter and leaving, Ling Xian glanced at the life-saving facilities again, then nodded and entered the elevator, as always, looking neat and capable.

That look made Nepujiya quite envious, because no matter how hard she tried to correct herself, she couldn't simply move forward toward the goal like Ling Xian, without distraction.

"Miss Ling Xian is so handsome...well, I have to cheer up! Hmm!"

Then he lay down on the table and carefully sorted out the report. Tomono put a cup of steaming coffee on the table, and then he held the tray: "Um...Although the effort is good, you seem to be very tired today, is it okay? ..."

"It’s okay! Let’s just say, I’m actually in good condition! Since entering the office, I haven’t felt better than now-well, I probably understand a little bit about why Miss Chino likes to stay with the supervisor all the time, and it really makes people not want to leave Yeah!"

Said Chino with a blushing cheek, and a little embarrassed, added a cup of coffee to Nepujia.

If she was allowed to continue, she would definitely be poached, so Nepujia quickly opened her hands and rubbed Tomono’s little head vigorously: "Ah, yes, speaking of this, what does Tomono want to eat at night? As long as you bring it up, I can try my best!"

When Chino was going to persuade her not to be so troublesome, the supervisor pushed open the bathroom door and walked out, with the thick water vapor, and then cried out inexplicably "Ah".

It was like a groundhog that suddenly opened its mouth, so that everyone in the room put down their work, looked at him, and confirmed that the supervisor had the next step from time to time.

In the end, the supervisor retreated, and walked out a few seconds later wearing only a pair of trousers: "Why do I feel a little messy in my stomach, did the guy Ling Xian displace my internal organs?"

Tomino hurriedly waved his hand: "It's nothing like that...Supervisor, I have completely recovered, but I feel tired? It just feels like..."

Then he ran over, reached out his hand to touch the supervisor's stomach, and nodded more confidently: "It's true, eh!"

Since it's true, it doesn't matter. The supervisor returned to the chair, took out the real Coke from the small refrigerator, and poured it into his mouth without hesitation: "Ha,...comfortable, what else do I have to do next? Do you? There will be something... well, strange tasks like'final observation'?"

Although today I have gone through the hustle and bustle, I still have to ask about the process.

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As a result, nothing really happened.

There is no need for him to go to see if he needs to pay attention to what work area, nor do he need to do some kind of work on what, let alone go to another office to do something to the department head.

The supervisor stared at the monitor and looked at the bell that was playing one-handed throwing and catching the ball inside: "I think you seem to be suggesting something."

"No hint? I have always made it clear. Although I really hope you can come to my side, it is a pity that my proposal was temporarily held back and not allowed to activate. In other words, for a period of time, you There is no way to kill the Quartet like before."

Let's just kill the Quartet. To be honest, the supervisor still feels a bit unprofitable, but it should only be a matter of training today.

He touched his chin and pondered for a few seconds: "What you are talking about seems to me to be banned, just that—"

"A genius and invincible player! Hypa--"

The supervisor hurriedly knocked on the table to make her stop this dangerous imitation, and then turned to say: "Compared to these, if you can make the kind of swiping card that can make me armed with an abnormal belt, I am quite happy. After all Men always have so few dreams."

Nepujiya turned her head curiously. In her memory, her former companions occasionally talked about her hobbies, such as what kind of girl, and what kind of mate selection conditions.

"Huge robots, secret bases, and props that can be transformed. To be honest, if you can, let alone Guangmei, I can accept double pony tails."

Do you like huge robots?

Nepujiya's eyes lit up, and he asked in a low voice, "Huge robot, then, that... won't it be cumbersome, right?"

However, the supervisor gave a thumbs up.

"That's because the huge robot they imagined didn't break away from the frame! Think about it, if you have a fifty-meter-high bipedal walking device, and then you have a huge weapon platform on its two legs, hanging on the left. Six-barreled rapid-fire gun, with a missile launcher and repeatedly charged high-energy release weapons on the right, and a low-Earth orbit artillery behind it. Who would say it is cumbersome!"

"If you think this is not enough, add a multi-layer protective force field! Then it is covered with launchers, mixed ammunition, driven by a loyal fighter, and repaired by a number of more loyal servants. This thing will still Is it cumbersome!"