“Saito-san! Takahashi-san! We can’t keep our users waiting! Let’s get on with the processing!!”
Inoue went straight to work with a positive attitude I had never seen since we had meet. The driving force was clearly the BL (boy love) manga advertisements displayed by the IMAGE function.
“Saito-san, is she one of those so called fujoshi……?”
“I had no idea what her hobbies were……”
Ignoring Saito and my bewilderment, Inoue energetically ran towards the nearest IMAGE function. The IMAGE function seemed to be floating quite high up and Inoue was unable to reach it with her small stature.
“Come on! IMAGE!!!”
She made up for the height difference with pure passion. Inoue launched a volleyball strike against the floating IMAGE function, causing it to bob down and drop in altitude. As soon as Inoue landed in a crouching posture, lightning struck the cell. Her appearance was as striking as a Sentai hero. Unfortunately, we Excel Sentai spreadsheet workers only wore green.
A manga-like image emerged from the cell processed by Inoue.
“Tch.”
Inoue clicked her tongue. Thank God there was no exposure shown this time.
“Another one!! IMAGE!!”
Inoue regained her composure as she attacked the next IMAGE function. However, the IMAGE function was floating even higher up and her right hand struck only air. Filled with anger, Inoue fell to the ground with her butt facing me and Saito. That’s a palate cleanser, I thought to myself.
“Takahashi, you do it.”
It was true that if I jumped, I could manage to reach it. Stretching and bending my legs lightly, I got ready for a run up.
“NOOO!!!!!!”
Inoue stood up and shouted.
“Let me……let me process this function!! It has to be me!!!! Please……please let me do it!!!!!”
Saito whispered to me.
“How to put it, this feels like some sort of scene from an erotic novel.”
“…I know what you mean.”
“We still have time to spare. I’ll let her do it.”
Saito gave Inoue a thumbs up and a smile. Inoue went straight for the floating IMAGE functions with a smile, having received professional approval and fulfilling her hobby.
5 minutes passed as we watched Inoue’s repeated jumps in silence. At first, she was able to process two which were floating a bit lower down with the tip of her fingers. After that, all I saw were her energetic jumps. In the end, Inoue ran to me as if she had given up.
“Um……please help me!!!”
How was I supposed to help her? Ever since my reincarnation as a Google Spreadsheets worker, my expectations of a light novel like development had been betrayed at every turn. There were no wizards, no warriors, no healers, no experience levels. Inoue had my hopes up for a moment, but since our idealogical dispute, we continued to be just work colleagues who did not intrude into each other’s beliefs. However, Inoue was now asking me to help her. What did helping her in this situation actually mean? Let’s put things into perspective.
– Inoue wants to process the IMAGE functions herself.
– Inoue’s height is too short to reach the IMAGE functions.
– Inoue is asking for help.
I gulped at the prospect of physical contact, whether direct or accidental.
“Takahashi, there’s a stepladder in the car, so let’s go get it.”
My expectations continued to be betrayed.