"No... you can't do this to me, I really did ask my supervisor for leave!"
The girl being carried on poles by the weasels let out a wail, her face full of "life is meaningless now."
But the weasels didn't listen to a word. They were just carrying out the supervisor's orders, coming to the dorm to arrest this senior and haul her back to the lab for handover.
She had indeed taken leave, that part wasn't fake, but she hadn't finished the experiment log entries or the handover of managed items.
The lab runs on a duty-responsibility system. Those log entries can't be written by the teacher covering the shift.
Amid wave after wave of tragic howls, the girl was carried off toward the Agricultural Research Institute's research group base.
"Among the three universities and six institutes, the Agricultural Research Institute is the richest. In every sense of the word."
