Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

They are all the same young boy's voice with a little milky voice, and the feelings they bring to people are different when they are in the state of eloquence and stuttering. In the former, Rosie only feels her head buzzing, while in the latter The latter only made her heart soften, and her voice changed from a gentle and numb voice to a gentle and cowardly one that is normal during the day: "You... hello..."

"Oh... oh... hello..." The other party stammered and said hello, and then the call fell into silence, only the slight electrical noise could be heard.

Rosie bent down to pick up the Dunhill, and then found a zippo windproof lighter in the drawer of the boss's desk. Before she had time to get greedy, the boy on the opposite side whispered: "Miss Mathers...how is Happy's cell phone?" Here you are..."

Rosie weighed the expensive lighter and whispered, "Mr. Harpy married Miss Potts and returned to the family. Mr. Stark said that I will be in charge of this mobile phone from now on."

"Ah?" The boy opposite seemed a little surprised. After a few seconds, he coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and asked tentatively, "Then you...know that I am..."

"You're Harry's good friend, Peter, aren't you?" said Rosie, smiling.

Peter on the opposite side let out a "hmm". Although there was only one sound, Rosie could tell that the young man was in a very happy mood at this moment, and after a few seconds, he stammered again: "Still... still Is there..."

"Spider-Man." Rosie said softly with a smile.

The other side immediately fell silent. After a long time, Peter asked again: "Did Mr. Stark tell you?"

"No." Rosie softened her voice, "Mr. Stark didn't tell me who this phone will directly contact, so you told me just now."

"..."

The call fell into silence again. This time Rosie turned the call into speakerphone, put the phone aside, and leisurely lit a cigarette, took a puff, and spit out the smoke again, squinting her eyes, watching The cyan smoke made the chandelier with a sense of design on the ceiling, and I only lamented that Dunhill is different, and the taste is more than two degrees better than Marlboro.

When she took the third sip, she heard Peter on the phone whisper, "Miss Mathers...you won't tell Harry."

"No." After Rosie finished speaking, she laughed again, "Don't worry, Peter, I won't tell anyone."

"That's good." Peter breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly came back to his senses, "Wait, wait, Miss Mathers, I want to ask, can I become Spider-Man to catch the robbers, I really ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Rosie, who had memorized the boss's instructions, gently and ruthlessly rejected him: "No."

"This matter is very important..."

"No."

"It's imminent..."

"no."

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Throughout the call, Rosie was smoking a cigarette leisurely, interrupting all of Peter's requests with a voice like a kindergarten teacher. In the end, when she finished smoking one cigarette, Peter on the opposite side also conceded and said angrily. One sentence: "Okay."

Rosie put the cigarette butt out in the ashtray, and then said: "Peter, you are still a student, and the most important thing is to study hard. Save the cause of New York, and let the Avengers first."

"But I also want to be a part of the Avengers." Peter muttered.

Well, it is normal for children to worship superheroes. Rosie rubbed the bridge of her nose, and wanted to persuade this young man to cherish life and stay away from superheroes, when she heard him say again: "Then... Mathers Miss?"

Rosie froze for a moment, then asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"Miss Mathers, do you have... any other opinions on the fact that I am Spider-Man?" Peter said, his voice getting smaller and smaller, and at the end he could hardly hear him.

Rosie scratched her hair. As a bad girl who used to hang out in the streets of Brooklyn, she could pat her chest and guarantee that she would punch Iron Man, kick the Hulk, and a machete from the end of the Brooklyn Bridge. Cutting to the end of the bridge, leaving bloody legends, but when it comes to enlightening high school students, she only felt a dull pain in her forehead again.

What should she say?

The life of the new generation does not need to be explained, young man, please fly freely?

Then her boss will probably take back the car keys of the McLaren P1 with a blank face.

She thought about it, coughed twice, and said solemnly: "I was in the elevator of the Stark Building yesterday, thank you for saving me."

"Eh?" Peter on the opposite side responded, and said with a smile, "That's what I should do."

"You did what you should do within the scope of what you can do, isn't it great." Rosie also laughed along with him.

The smile in Peter's tone became more obvious: "Thank you, Miss Mathers, Harry is right, you are a good person. Actually..." He paused abruptly, then turned back stiffly, "It's okay, I, I will just listen to what Miss Mathers said, and wait for Mr. Stark to give me instructions..."

Rosie didn't care what the conversation he just cut off, she took out another cigarette from the boss's cigarette case, stuffed it into the pocket of her coat, and said with a casual smile: "Okay, in this case, Please enjoy your weekends as a student, after all, there will be no boss who suddenly makes you work overtime. Even if the sky in New York falls, there will still be members of the Avengers who have reached their full age."

"Hmm!" Peter on the opposite side replied vigorously.

And just as Peter finished speaking, the crisp voice of the precision score system rang in Rosie's ears: "Today's daytime missions have been successfully completed, and the main mission 'Be Friendly with People' has been completed at 97.2%, triggering a new round of main missions." A bosom sister'."

Rosie: "..."

Wait, wait, what the hell is "Sister Confidant"!

"Intimate sister" Rosie worked overtime at the boss's house until two o'clock in the afternoon, and finally sorted out the piles of documents. She touched the cigarette case on the desk, and found that the boss's half pack of Dunhill had already been smoked by her.

At this time, her own mobile phone rang, and the hand she was touching the cigarette case moved to the mobile phone on the other side. When she saw the caller ID of "Boss 5" on the screen, she was inexplicably nervous. The cigarette case, exhaled, pressed the call button, and then heard the boss panting violently.

Rosie: "?? Boss?"

Tony said "hmm".

Rosie: "?? Boss, what are you doing?"

Aren't you wearing a battle suit when you go out? You can still pick up girls while wearing a battle suit?

The boss immediately interrupted her thinking: "I was just saving New York, a female student majoring in classical literature who hasn't graduated from college, don't think too much."

Rosie nodded silently: "Oh."

Tony panted for a while, then asked again, "Have you eaten yet?"

Rosie shook her head, and immediately realized that the boss couldn't see her shaking her head, and said, "No, boss, do you want to invite me to dinner?"

"No, I asked Jarvis to order a takeaway, and you can get it for me later."

Rosie: "?? Ordered it for me?"

"Order it for me." The boss exhaled, and seemed to be a little relieved, "Your boss just saved New York, he is very tired, tired, and hungry, and wants to eat takeaway, do you still want to grab him. "

The corner of Rosie's mouth twitched violently: "Then why do you ask me if I have eaten?"

"If you eat it, it means you know how to handle the things in my refrigerator, so I don't need to order takeaway. But I also thought that Mr. Mathers would be reluctant to let his precious daughter cook, so I have the foresight to order takeout."

Rosie: "..."

Tony Stark's secretary is really not human.

In other words, Tony Stark is really not human.

The author has something to say: Rosie: Are you testing my cooking skills? ? ? ?Hey, I really can cook!