-1-

"ah."

Facing the dressing mirror, Mr. P buckled his belt.

...The uniform pants have become tighter.

The waist and hips are very tight, and the trouser legs are obviously too short.

The uniform that was placed in the locker room was accidentally destroyed by a customer, and Mr. P’s own uniform was being remade. He temporarily borrowed this one from a friend in the purchasing department.

Got the wrong size?

Mr. P looked at his watch: It’s almost time to go to work, and there’s no way to borrow another one.

I thought that person was very careful, but I didn't expect that he would get the size wrong.

-2-

The channels for obtaining employee uniforms in the system world are very strict. Each person is given one set, and each extra set needs to be reviewed. If your own uniform is damaged, you can only report it to the main system and wait for it to be remade.

Because the employee uniform symbolizes the official transformation from a "dead person" to a "system employee"——

Not everyone who dies is qualified to be a "system employee."

The existence of "employees" is quite subtle, and something that "can be resurrected infinitely" cannot be classified as life in a sense.

Every soul that becomes an employee must meet certain special conditions in order to obtain their own employee ID and receive a uniform.

...So, in a sense, no employee can be called "normal."

Especially the 26 employees in the maintenance department, each of them has some strange characteristics.

-3-

Mr. P is the youngest employee in the maintenance department. Based on seniority, every colleague calls him "newcomer", even though he has been working there for 49 years.

[P] He did not choose this employee ID; it was just left there blank, having been there since the maintenance department was first established.

No one can become [P] without a soul that meets the special conditions of ID [P].

It wasn't until he showed up, met the requirements, and had his resume approved by Miss M... that he officially became Mr. [P].

Of course, you can change your ID after joining the company. The main system is very user-friendly in this regard. You can submit a modification application if you meet certain conditions. There are a lot of modification applications every year, just like there are always people who dislike the photo on their ID card.

However, the employee ID of the maintenance department is too distinctive, and the 26 letters are too recognizable. Even if an employee submits a change, his colleagues will still call him by the previous letters, and there is basically no difference between changing it and not changing it.

For example, would you rather memorize your colleague's new name, "Nicolas Cage Dolphin Dagenis," or simply call her "Ms. X"?

And the Maintenance Department has that "M" at the top, so all ID modification requests from the Maintenance Department will be reviewed by her, so no one dares to change it randomly (.)

-4-

X, who successfully changed her name to "Nicolas Cage Dolphin Dagenis", was an exception. On the day she went to submit her application, Mr. P, who had just joined the company, was conducting the final interview in Ms. M's office.

Miss M was in a good mood the whole day.

Later everyone found out that an angel came to the maintenance department that day.

From now on, everyone no longer needs to suffer death threats from M, everyone just needs to call P.

-5-

My colleagues in the maintenance department were moved to tears and even organized an Angel Memorial Day for this.

-6-

...In short, the employees are special and their uniforms are also special.

Most employees don't feel lucky to be employees.

However, the vicious undead would not consider these things.

For the vicious undead who know the system world, the "staff uniform" is like a golden ticket that can help them escape life and death, escape the punishment for their crimes, and live freely outside of all world rules.

In the early days, when the main system was still immature, employee uniforms were stolen and damaged, and employees' souls were devoured by the undead. This was a frequent disaster.

——Later, M appeared.

The black shadow holding the huge sickle became the nightmare of all the undead. No matter how vicious the undead was, under her knife they were like waste paper thrown into a file shredder.

The system world finally became a pure land far away from all world rules because M was here.

M is here, and here all the rules can be broken.

-7-

No one knew where she came from, and no one knew why she died.

M is a recognized mystery in the system world.

...and a widely acknowledged nightmare. Of course.

Therefore, the "Angel Memorial Day" commemorating Mr. P's joining the company quickly spread from the maintenance department and became a holiday for all employees.

-8-

"What festival is it today? You're all hanging lanterns in the office. What a waste of resources..."

"Nineteen years ago today, P joined the company."

"—Take me one! I want to celebrate too! Thank you, Angel P!"

-9-

Well, I’m getting off topic.

In short, there is only one set of employee uniforms, and the application process is extremely complicated.

However, for employees who have been working for many years, the symbolic significance of the uniform is far greater than its practical significance.

There are very few occasions where ordinary employees must wear uniforms. As long as their department heads do not have any specific requirements, employees can wear whatever they want to work.

And Ms. M, Mr. P’s department manager...she even wears JK to work.

When he first started working and asked about the "dress code," she was still chewing bubble gum and said, "Little P, leather jackets and leather pants should suit you. Do you want me to buy you a black leather bracelet?"

So, most of the time, Mr. P had to hang his uniform in the locker room closet and just hang it there.

-10-

Of course, he would never wear a leather jacket and leather pants to work.

Even if his boss used her own salary card to buy him a complete set of leather jacket and leather pants, it would be impossible.

Even if I honestly say "It's impossible, please stop fantasizing" and my boss stabs me again, it's still impossible.

...And why does there exist such a thing as "Angel Memorial Day"? Mr. P, who was passing by and recovering his health, was very confused.

-11-

It's me who has accidents every day, while you hang up lanterns.

Is this love between colleagues?

-12-

...However, today happened to be the day Mr. P had to wear his employee uniform.

Today's meeting at headquarters is very important. All department heads will be present. The meeting will be held in a special room directly controlled by the main system to discuss the work priorities for the next year... a bit like the UN General Assembly.

Mr. P, an ordinary employee, originally only had to participate in the team-building activities downstairs, playing cards and chatting with colleagues from various departments brought by his superiors. He was not qualified to attend such meetings.

But everyone really needs him to keep an eye on M, just like a nuclear weapon must be equipped with a nuclear button.

So everyone voted unanimously to allow Mr. P to attend.

They also sent him a thank-you wreath and a handwritten invitation letter.

And wish him a happy Angel Day.

-13-

Mr. P could hardly imagine what kind of life they lived under M's sickle before he joined the company.

...How many years passed.

-14-

"never mind."

After putting on his uniform jacket, Mr. P took his tie and checked himself in the mirror again.

Although it is tight at the waist and hips, the jacket will cover it when buttoned, and the shirt is also my size.

The only thing that couldn't be covered was the shorter trouser leg. He stood behind M during the meeting, so it shouldn't be a problem.

-15-

“It’s a huge problem.”

Thirty minutes later, my boss said coldly, "You are not allowed to attend today's meeting. Go wait for me downstairs."

Mr. P: “…Why?”

Other department heads who were about to enter the venue passed by behind them and asked: "Why?!"

-16-

Miss M turned around and saw that the other department heads who had shouted had all retreated eighty meters.

Some of the supervisors reacted too slowly and could not retreat more than 80 meters, so they had to lie on the handrail of the escalator, holding on tightly with their hands and feet to stay away from M.

Mr. P: "...Please don't intimidate the heads of other departments, Ms. M. Why can't I accompany you to the meeting? The itinerary has already been arranged."

M stopped talking, her dark eyes moved, and her neat bangs cast a shadow on her face.

When Miss M no longer acts coquettishly and cutely, she is like a [figure] walking out of the shadows.

The [March Doll], which carries many girls' wishes, is too delicate and beautiful, and it will cause a sense of terror when looking into their eyes.

The heads of other departments began to tremble, and cold sweat and the urge to scream could not help but well up in their lungs.

-17-

Mr. P: Ah. It's the "super unhappy" expression.

"Are you angry?"

He took a step forward, naturally lifted her bangs, and put his palm to her forehead: "Are you still having a fever?"

M, whose bangs were pulled up, revealing his white forehead: "..."

She blinked and slowly puffed up her face. "I am angry. How could Xiao P think that I had a fever? How stupid."

oh.

"Because you don't get angry often, and you've been complaining about the cold for a few days. And you've been wearing a skirt you only wear in the summer. A very short skirt."

"I just like wearing short skirts. Down jackets are so ugly."

"Besides down jackets, there are many other types of clothing that can keep you warm... When it comes to winter clothing, please prioritize keeping warm."

"snort."

"Are you a child? Replying in a whisper... Can I ask why you were angry just now? I'll correct myself immediately."

Miss M wrinkled her nose. Her bangs made her look like a harmless kitten with its ears tucked up by its owner.

"Your uniform pants. They're too short. I don't want anyone to see them."

Mr. P was a little surprised.

He thought there was something wrong with his preparations.

"Ms. M, my pants are just the wrong size. They're a little too short. It doesn't affect anything else. And you ignored me when I made the same suggestion yesterday that 'the clothes are too short.'"

"I can, but you can't. You're not allowed to attend the meeting. Otherwise, I'll be angry."

-18-

correct.

Cute descriptions like "harmless kitten" have nothing to do with Miss M.

…Cuteness is a deception of the world. A deception. A deception. Remember this.

-19-

"Little P, go away. Find some regular clothes to change into and throw away this annoying small-sized uniform. Then go downstairs to the team building and grab a drink while I wait for you."

Ms. M's voice turned sweet again. "I'll find you after the meeting. Anyway, I just need to sit there. You've attended so many times, so you know very well that our department is just there for the show."

"I understand, Miss M."

Mr. P glanced sideways at the trembling senior executive behind him: "But if I promise you not to attend the meeting, can you control yourself?"

-20-

Although our department doesn't do soy sauce, you will hit the leaders of other departments.

Even after I confiscated the knife, you still picked up a swivel chair and hit me. The only way for you to stop is to rush over and hug you.

The reason is simply "This meeting is so boring, can I leave early this way?"

...This method really doesn't work for leaving early, Ms. M. The main system will only force you to reflect on your mistakes in a conference room full of mosaics, and then I will be responsible for all subsequent accident handling reports.

-twenty one-

Sure enough, this time, Miss M still showed an unwilling expression.

Mr. P heard the desperate sobs of other supervisors behind him.

……All right.

All right.

It's because my boss is a mentally ill person.

He took away his hand that was holding up her bangs, leaned over, and whispered in her ear, "If you can control yourself this time and keep everyone safe and healthy during this meeting, I can..."

Miss M raised an eyebrow: "Xiao P, do you want to sleep with me?"

"...No, I originally only wanted to promise to take you to the bar to dance. This is a normal 'entertainment' between colleagues."

"No, not interested."

M stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hands and grabbed the hem of his uniform jacket, shaking it left and right, her cute bangs swaying in front of P's eyes.

Like a girl acting coquettishly to her lover.

"You know what you have to offer me in exchange—" Actually, his boss was drawing out his words, his tone both nasty and frivolous. "Just like before, Little P."

"I won't listen to you unconditionally. You have to pay the price. Just like before - Xiao P, you know."

Mr. P closed his eyes and pinched his eyebrows again.

That day, I really should have rejected her proposal.

You shouldn't be swayed by the reward of "writing reports for your boss's instructions."

It was really... a misjudgment.

-twenty two-

"...Okay. If you don't go crazy in the meeting, you can do it tonight."

"One night?"

"three times."

"Well, four times."

"……OK……"

"Your four times."

"...No. That would be like one night."

"Four times..."

"Your four times. Not one night."

"Well... then, let's add kissing."

"No kissing. Two blowjobs are allowed."

"make a deal."

-twenty three-

Not far away, the supervisors of other departments looked on in fear as P, with his back to them, reached out, smoothed M's bangs, and smoothed her uniform collar before turning and leaving.

M paused for a few seconds and turned around.

There was a sweet, harmless, sunny smile on her face.

"Okay, everyone—shall we go to the meeting?"

-twenty four-

The mental patient was calmed down.

…and he was actually calmed down! How on earth did that angel P from the maintenance department do it?!

No matter how many times I watch it, it feels like magic! It's miracle magic!

-25-

It's not some miracle magic, it's just an ugly deal among adults.

The author has something to say:

There will be an extra update on the 26th! So there will still be an update on the 27th! (Surprise flash)

Mr. P: Yes, we did. We did it at the beginning of the article. More than once. Is that surprising? Impulsive? Emotional? ... No, it was just to save my colleagues.

Miss M: Hehehehe.

Mr. P: As you can see, she's mentally ill. Soothing someone mentally ill requires special skills. ...No, no kissing. Please stay away from me.