The supervisor does not die from a debt

PS:...It's useless to set the alarm clock, I didn't even hear it at all, I'm afraid it's not because I am deaf...or is it too sleepy?

PS4: …please ask for the blade, the last day!

1110. Some people are subconsciously disgusting!(End of this volume)

Fortunately, the supervisor really just wanted to scare the mercury lamp.The so-called bad news is just a cliché, or what has been said before, about the seemingly precise gear set of the mercury lamp.

"In short, they don't even constitute a transmission structure, they just run there. What can drive you to action is probably...well."

The supervisor pondered for a while, and then slowly said, "Rely on love, right?"

Then he raised his hand to block the feathers that were flying towards him, and picked up the mercury lamp: "Okay, okay, no kidding, no one can understand the truth, but I personally think that it may be another If you put it in the warehouse and eat ashes, you will become abnormal. After being accidentally guided, you will become ordinary instead?"

"If I am abnormal, then you idiot human being had your throat cut in your sleep. When your blood soaks your mouth and lungs, you will die with gratitude, and thank me for my generosity!"

"Huh? Isn't it you asshole puppet who can't pretend, it seems that you have forgotten... it doesn't matter, I will let you remember how humiliating defeated you!"

The supervisor was holding the wings of the mercury lamp like a chicken wing, and looked around. When he was about to do it, he found that Christina was calmly opening her eyes, looking at this side, without saying a word.

"...Uh, how long have you been here?"

"Start with you explaining to your doll what a transmission mechanism is. Supervisor, although the company will not interfere with everyone’s personal time, it’s clear that sometimes, some inappropriate speeches, or may cause serious With regard to psychological deflection, I will consider taking over these issues as appropriate."

The supervisor touched his chin and pondered: "In short, I hope I don't do things that don't seem to be decent when most people are still working, right?"

"Your understanding is worse than you think, but in some ways, it is true."

So the supervisor let go of the mercury lamp, and she fled again with a'swipe and pull', but she didn't expect that this would be nothing more than a deferred death sentence.

"Now, I will explain to you some of the current progress of the company's discussions. Some people believe that maintaining the status quo and ensuring daily income can make our living environment better."

The supervisor raised his hand: "So you have to farm for more than ten years, and then counterattack those abnormalities on the ground?"

Being interrupted caused Christina to frown, and she put down the work board: "No, it's abandoning the ground. From then on, we will focus on developing within the company, expanding facilities, and controlling more suitable containment anomalies to make them work. "

"Other people think that pure precaution, or just maintaining the status quo, is just delaying death, so we have to make changes and get more people's support. So, what do you think?"

The supervisor shrugged: "I don't know. Anyway, you decide to do it. I just manage the abnormal things. I don't understand the more complicated things, and I won't just intervene, right?"

"..."

Christina stared at the supervisor earnestly, confirming that what he really thought was exactly the same as what he said, and pursed her lips: "Thank you very much for your trust. Please be at your disposal for the rest of the time, and you will be given an exact answer later."

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...

Then the supervisor has been boring to play a game with a black background, two vertical white bars on both sides, and a white light spot in the middle flying around.

Even the sound only has a simple triggering effect. I was so bored that the mercury lamp was yawning, and I wanted to sleep again.

"Idiot humans, what's so fun about this kind of thing?"

The supervisor put his feet on the table, and the whole person lay on the chair like a waste person and looked up at the screen wall: "Of course it's fun. Only the dolls who haven't played games are bored."

No, no, no matter how you look at it, it's a boring game that I don't know how to say.

Considering that I really said it, the person in charge may suddenly be upset and do something, the mercury lamp yawned again, flew under the table, took out the pudding that had been made for a long time from the refrigerator, and planned to reduce the pressure. .

When I turned around, I saw that Nagato Yuki was awake, and she was still watching her actions indifferently, her eyes seemed to be simply analyzing objects, and she was so scared that she couldn't hold the pudding in her hands. Nagato Yuki lightly caught the falling pudding box and put it back into the mercury lamp.

The supervisor asked casually: "Wake up? How do you feel?"

"Well, there is no physical problem, there is a slight sense of alienation, and the mental index is above the pass line. It is speculated that the probability of recurring instability is less than 0.01%, and it can be considered that it will not happen again."

Sitting up straight, Nagato stretched out her hand as he was accustomed to, but the empty feeling on the bridge of her nose made her look at the supervisor subconsciously-if she wears the glasses for so long, if she doesn't wear it all of a sudden, she is indeed a little uncomfortable.

"Or give it back to you? Or make another one. At least I really don't need these functions. You know, it even predicts the trajectory for me when playing ping-pong!"

However, Yuki Nagato shook his head: "From the perspective of the current situation, the supervisor uses this technology to achieve much better results than I use it. Moreover, it essentially calls company resources and allocates one more person, which will also add extra Increase consumption."

"If you only have requirements for my image, you can apply for a pair of ordinary glasses."

The supervisor hurriedly waved his hand, and then turned off the table tennis that had been playing for more than an hour.

"I think it’s better if you don’t wear glasses. Of course, it’s also because I’m not in control of glasses. Let’s not mention this. They seem to be in meetings all the time. Haven't the results come out yet?"

Before Yuxi Nagato answered, the elevator on the left side of the office was slowly moving up. After the door was opened, Aoba hummed easily and walked up: "Supervisor~ I want to tell you a good news and a better news, you Are you planning to hear the good news first?"

"No, I want to hear better news. If I didn't hear it, I will find a way to make your pores all flow out of alcohol."

While the supervisor put on a twisted posture and made a panic announcement, the smile on his face was naturally uncontrollable.

If this person can say something normal, and if people don't go crazy so often, maybe he really is a relatively perfect supervisor?

Aoba shook her head, ready to be overwhelmed.

(A sincere supervisor will not die from owing to his mouth·End)

Author's message:

PS: ... just at the end of the month, yes, yes, please ask for votes and blades!This month is over!

⑥ Diligent supervisor will not stop

1111. Don't panic, the new job has begun!

From the day of hectic and panic, the employees found that their working methods seemed to have undergone some changes.These changes are not superficial, overly intense, or sudden changes in the supervisor's madness and want everyone to die, but more detailed or subtle changes.

First of all, the department is no longer expanding. The degree of work intensiveness of department heads and the speed at which clerks are required to collect data are lower than in the past for a long time.

Even the anomalous disturbance has become a little weird...how to put it, if the awareness of anomalous containment has become looser, it is not at all, but there is no additional tightening, and even the use of arms is a little bit It's a little smoother.

In the control department, Roman and ace who were sent to help work are chatting. Regarding the strange behavior that happened yesterday, the director of the R&D department, and the director’s ability to face directly, both of them have a lot of ideas to talk about-and the company has not prevent.

Sophie, who was patrolling above, held some snacks in her arms-brought from the rest of the department-and walked over and put them on the round table: "I brought some panda cheese, strange, what is a panda... um , It doesn't matter. Do you want to eat?"

Roman scratched the somewhat neat ponytail that had been tied up recently: "No need, just drink some water now. If you supplement your nutrition and physical strength, isn't it the work hasn't started yet...?"

'just.you.know.why~'

Some kind of weird or gentle music sounded, and the three of them looked at the side for the first time. They were as big as people, with simple faces, black and white fur, and standing abnormal things.

Before the three of them had any reaction, it directly reached out its hand, raised it gently, and overturned the round table and some things on it to the ground.

Then he kicked, walked up to the three of them, and lifted a box of cheese—then Sophie hesitantly took it in his hand. The panda nodded, turned into an uncertain halo, and dissipated. Come.

"Then... eat it?"