-1-

M is dead.

...How is that possible? She was just pretending.

-2-

Because the beautiful white dress she bought online the night before arrived, Miss M decided to choose a suitable scene to show off this new dress.

So she chose to die at the gate of the main office building, the maintenance headquarters of the system world.

He even chose a very beautiful way to die, striking a very aesthetic posture, and even tied a pink ribbon around the handle of the knife he pretended to be stabbing in his chest.

...No one understood why she wanted to show off her new dress in this way, but if you did, your brain would probably become a little abnormal.

It’s better not to understand.

-3-

Because the place where Miss M pretended to be dead was right next to the gate checkpoint that every employee had to pass through to punch in, every employee in the maintenance department saw her death when they punched in at work.

Miss M was very happy. She closed her eyes and waited for every employee to compliment her new dress.

-4-

The first person to discover her was Mr. B from the Love Maintenance Department. This famously handsome guy used his handsome face to make a very distorted expression. Then he screamed "Back off, back off" in horror and retreated eighty meters like a crab.

Then the colleagues in the maintenance department reached a consensus. When all employees came to work, they shouted "Back, Back, Back" and ran away, all the way to the convenience store downstairs in the operations department office building.

I would rather not punch in.

-5-

...Miss M, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, waited for a long, long time. Finally, someone stopped beside her.

"Ms. M. Good morning."

A very warm male voice that reminds people of hot soup and a stove in winter.

It was a very warm aroma, the coffee brewed in his siphon pot.

Having drunk it many times, she knew that it tasted a little more bitter than the latte in the convenience store.

-6-

It’s Xiao P! ! It’s Xiao P who originally asked for leave this morning! !

...Hold on, don't talk, cough, just pretend to be dead, even if the person coming is Xiao P.

Miss M suppressed the urge to jump up and continued to immerse herself in pretending to be dead.

"You know, I worked overtime until 5:34 last night. My plan this morning is just to catch up on some sleep."

The other person continued gently, "It wasn't until this morning that twenty colleagues woke me up, crying and shouting for me to come over and help."

-7-

Ms. M did not understand the concern Mr. P wanted to express.

In the past, every time Mr. P had to express his troubles, he would calmly state:

"I was just about to close my eyes five minutes ago";

"The strawberry cream cake you were clamoring for is in a different space outside the system world";

"There is still an accident report of more than 300,000 words waiting for me to write" ... and other facts.

There is no accusation or complaint in the words, and no negative emotions. It is a very kind and subtle expression of "I am very troubled". Any normal person would feel guilty.

But Miss M would always cut off the beginning and end and use a strange and straightforward logic to understand it.

Little P still got dressed and went out;

When Little P said this, he was carrying the strawberry cream cake;

Little P ran to me holding a thick report.

So Miss M would always come up with the truth as she understood it.

-8-

Xiao P cares about me very much and I am in his heart.

-9-

Miss M was very proud and confident.

She even tells him directly every time: "I know you have me in your heart, Xiao P, but there is no need to repeat it so many times. Men who like to repeat themselves too much are annoying."

Mr. P: “…”

Mr. P would stop talking. He would often bend down to help her cut the strawberry cream cake, and then silently hand her the black tea to go with the cake.

If your boss doesn't understand what you're saying, then just keep quiet.jpg

-10-

...In short, today, Miss M still came up with her own fantastic understanding.

Xiao P gave up his morning break to come see me. He has me in his heart.

She tried even harder to suppress the urge to jump up and say hello, but the corners of her pretending-dead mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

-11-

Mr. P: Very good, she has completed the fantastic understanding again.

…Forget it, Mr. P doesn’t want to waste time correcting it.

The amount of energy required to correct a mental illness is simply too enormous.

Although he was always troubled by his boss's earthy or flirty quotes, such as "You have me in your heart", "You care about me so much", "I understand, I am so beautiful, brightening up Xiao P's boring day"——

What exactly does "having me in your heart" mean?

So Miss M wants to dig out my heart today and use my empty chest cavity to put her photo in it, right?

I hope not. The photo will be soaked in blood if placed in the hollowed-out chest cavity, and it will be painful to have the heart dug out.

...or did she get plastic surgery in advance?

-12-

Mr. P's thinking will go astray as above.

And "having Miss M in mind" was a fact in every sense. Who would forget about their boss who had been causing trouble for 49 consecutive years? He would even keep his eyes on her during lunch break, alert for the next attack.

Mr. P never likes to deny the facts. He believes that honesty is the greatest kindness.

So, eventually, every time.

When your boss mentions "you have me in your heart".

Mr. P would always reply: “Of course, I have a lot of you in my heart.”

You who are doing something, you who are preparing to do something, you who have successfully done something.

-13-

As a result, Miss M was extremely happy every time she heard the reply, but she would become even worse the next time, making more fantastical interpretations and engaging in more psychotic behaviors.

...Now I am so happy that I can't even pretend to be dead, the corners of my mouth are trembling.

Mr. P pressed his eyebrows together, glanced at the snow on the side of the road, and ignored his boss's fantastical interpretation for the umpteenth time.

"Anyway, the ground is cold. You'll get sick. Get up."

-14-

No way, Miss M’s upturned mouth corners turned down a little in annoyance. I’ve been lying there for so long and no one has come to compliment my new skirt.

"Your new dress is beautiful. The whiteness of snow and death accentuates its purity."

……snort.

Miss M closed her eyes and hummed: "I won't get up without Xiao P's kisses and hugs."

“…”

-15-

correct.

The old Miss M would never have bothered him with such words.

In the past, Mr. P interpreted Miss M's corny sayings as verbal banter between colleagues. After all, no matter how sick she was, she would never use sensitive words like "kiss" and "hug" or ask for physical contact with him.

Ms. M is a bad boss, but she has a good grasp of boundaries in this regard.

In the past, Ms. M was very smooth and ruthless even at work, not lingering on the skin for any unnecessary time. Mr. P just thought those undead were ribs cut by a butcher (.)

...After all, it was just a casual remark. Mr. P had seen it too many times. She casually brushed off the men who approached her because they were "boring" or "dirty"... This psychopath herself has no interest in relationships with the opposite sex.

But now Miss M... not to mention her increasingly positive work attitude... although her behavior still carries the provocation of testing my limits...

"Little P~ Did you hear that? If you're shy, I'll take the initiative and reach out for kisses and hugs."

-16-

But the nature of the behavior has become sexual harassment. This is absolutely sexual harassment.

-17-

After a while, the rustling sound of fabric could be heard.

M grumbled dissatisfiedly: "Little P, I want a kiss and a hug, not a hasty bend over and kiss on the forehead..."

Mr. P said, “Okay.”

Then he shook out his down jacket and covered her with it, covering her head completely.

"That way you won't be cold. I'll go to work now. See you later."

-18-

Say no to sexual harassment in the workplace, start with me.jpg

Mr. P walked over the obstacles on the ground, held the coffee and walked to the door checkpoint, and took out his employee ID card.

Behind him, the down jacket that was covering him suddenly rose up, and the smiling Miss M waved behind him.

"Bang—bang—plop!"

-19-

"Look," said the trembling colleagues hiding not far away, "Angel P from the terrifying maintenance department had another accident today."

"How pitiful. This time it was... the glass door at the entrance that exploded..."

"M is dragging his body into the elevator... humming a song... It's so tragic... blood is all over the place... hiss... it's the artery again..."

"Well, you'll get used to it. There are many similar scenes in the terrifying maintenance department. We in other departments should just avoid them."

"If nothing else—hurray! M is finally away from the time clock! Come on, comrades, charge!"

"Charge, charge, charge! Don't waste the path that P opened for us with his life!!"

"Go—punch in—"

-20-

…When Mr. P regained consciousness, it was already lunchtime.

Because this time he was dragged for a long distance after being pierced through the throat by glass fragments, his death process was prolonged and the resurrection time was relatively longer.

Mr. P paused for a moment, then began to worry about his coffee-stained hoodie.

"After you saw the accident, couldn't you put down the coffee in my hand first?"

He was distressed. "I made that one this morning. I added some new maple syrup I bought on vacation."

Miss M sat next to him, balling up a piece of paper. She was still wearing that beautiful white dress, her legs crossed and curled up, and she was wearing a pair of shiny silver high heels.

"No." She said with a smile, "You made me unhappy this morning, Little P, so you can forget about drinking that special cup of maple coffee."

"That can't be wasted..."

"I only spilled a little, and I drank the rest."

oh.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious. Especially the maple syrup. I think I can buy more next time and keep it in the office."

Mr. P nodded and said "Okay", his eyes falling from the white skirt to her high heels.

-twenty one-

"You weren't wearing these shoes this morning..."

"I just bought it with your card. Because you made me mad."

“…”

"Why, do you have any objections, Xiao P?"

Mr. P finally reached out and pressed his eyebrows.

"Yes," he said, "but it's too short."

-twenty two-

"The shoes are too short, and the heels are so high. It will be uncomfortable for you to walk. And the hem of this skirt is too short. When you sat down, I realized that it only covered your thighs."

Miss M shook her feet, looking indifferent.

She didn't think that since she could carry a sickle weighing more than 4,000 kilograms, she needed to worry about "uncomfortable walking".

Even in a miniskirt she could have successfully strung a truckload of bloody mosaics onto a sickle.

"What's the matter... I think both the shoes and the hem of my skirt are too short. Xiao P's comments are very straight... Are you jealous again?"

Mr. P turned around and found his down jacket hanging on the back of a chair.

"Not this time." He leaned forward and took it. "The hem is too short, and it's winter. You'll be cold."

Miss M blinked, and Mr. P covered her with the down jacket again.

But this time he covered it to her knees under the hem of the skirt and tied the sleeves tightly to prevent her from throwing them away.

"Didn't you say you got cold last night while sitting on the floor in the entrance hall? Please keep warm."

-twenty three-

Miss M reached out and gently touched the raised fluff of her down jacket.

They piled up on her knees like harmlessly falling snow.

She suddenly looked up and stared at Mr. P's face.

The blood had been formatted by the system world, but there was still snow on his golden hair.

Mr. P caught a glimpse of her eyes, immediately withdrew his hand warily, and stepped back.

"Ms. M, I've already had an accident today, and I've used up my usual number of repetitions. I need to emphasize again that it really hurts, and once a day is the limit."

“…Tsk, got it.”

M was a little confused. She had no idea just now, but she did have an urge to do something.

M knows herself, and the only thing she suddenly wants to do is killing.

-twenty four-

Seeing that she said she would not go crazy for a while, Mr. P breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went to the desk, and pulled out the command interface.

"...It's lunch break, Xiao P, stop working."

M swung his legs and muttered, "Besides, I approved you to take half a day off yesterday to catch up on your sleep. Since those idiots called you here this morning, you can go back and rest this afternoon. Anyway..."

"'Anyway, our department won't be open tomorrow. All we have to do is go to the main system for a nasty meeting, and then we can leave early.' I know you gave me that notice two weeks ago."

Mr. P nodded, his eyes still fixed on the data. "I'm not doing maintenance right now. I'm writing a new program for the central temperature control system."

"What……"

“The floor is too cold and the office building entrance hall needs to be heated.

The author has something to say: Because of the enthusiastic comments, I am updating. Previously, I updated every other day, but in order to repay everyone, please consider this update as the second update to celebrate Christmas.

Today’s accident√

"The floor in the office building's entrance hall is too cold" was a complaint that Miss M made last night while acting. She just mentioned it briefly.