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

The personnel department can definitely be regarded as the heavyweight department of the Stark Group.

First of all, because the personnel department has been rated as the most handsome department of the Stark Group for three consecutive years. Every employee in the personnel department, male or female, has a perfect body and an impeccable face. Uniform suits, and then put on Prada show clothes, you can go to Fashion Week to earn extra money.

It is said that this is because the boss Tony Stark has higher requirements on the appearance of his subordinates.

"Of course, Miss Mathers." Ms. Lambert said with a smile, "If you enter the personnel department, the average height of this department will probably drop a bit, and it will probably be the same as the marketing department."

Rosie who is 1.6 meters two: "..."

The second reason why the personnel department is extremely important to the Stark Group is because the boss of the Stark Group is very famous, and the meaning of his name has even surpassed that of the rich and powerful under normal circumstances. There are many people working in Tucker Group, and many of them are high-achieving students who graduated from prestigious Ivy League schools.

And the hrs of the Stark Group not only have heaven-defying beauty, they also have a pair of eyes that can pick out outstanding talents from a bunch of outstanding talents, and have selected countless elites for the Stark Group, giving the group development has made an indelible contribution.

Rosie: "..."

Ms. Lambert, who was walking in front of Rosie, stopped, turned around, and smiled slightly at Rosie: "In the next three months, you will be an intern in the Stark Group's personnel department."

The corner of Rosie's mouth twitched slightly, and she forced a smile: "But...but..."

"Don't worry, Miss Mathers, you will also contribute to the improvement of the personnel department's appearance." Ms. Lambert smiled deeper.

Rosie tugged at the hair hanging on her shoulders, and wanted to say something, but Ms. Lambert had already turned around and pushed open the door of the HR department office. Rosie followed her into the office with her head down. When she raised her head again, she felt a flash of golden light, and she had already forgotten what she wanted to say before.

"So is it true that the Stark Group's personnel department is full of handsome men and beautiful women, so that you even forgot to tell the personnel director that you wanted to become a programmer?"

Mrs. Mathers helped her delicate hair bun, lowered her chin slightly, and slowly cut off a small piece of apple pie, then raised her eyes and glanced at Rosie across the table, speaking softly.

Rosie supported her forehead, nodded silently, and then looked at Mr. Mathers, who was sitting next to Mrs. Mathers. He was buried in the newspaper, seemingly indifferent to his daughter's internship, while Rosie was moving away In front of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the huge headlines of the newspaper in his hand, with several strings of English titles in bold and black:

"Dangerous! The Miko appeared in the White House late last night! The President delivered an important speech!"

"In recent months, the night witch appeared in New York to do evil every night, and her true identity is still a mystery!"

Rosie touched her nose and buried herself in the steak.

"I can't believe it, Rosie." Mrs. Mathers breathed out, and her tone was not so gentle, "You followed me to the shows since you were young, and you even took photos with Cindy Crawford. After seeing an advertisement, my brain will go blank because of the mere Stark Group HR staff."

Rosie touched her nose again, she only drooled at the poster of Cindy Crawford, when did she shoot the commercial.

Oh, there seems to be a photo of herself holding a bottle of shampoo with Cindy Crawford in her room, which she has always regarded as a gift from God after her rebirth.

And Mr. Mathers, who was buried in the newspaper, suddenly raised his head and interjected: "It is said that the personnel department of the Stark Group is indeed full of handsome men and beautiful women. Even international supermodels feel ashamed to see them..."

"You know very well, Mr. Mathers." Mrs. Mathers crossed her hands and looked at him sideways.

Mr. Mathers' complexion changed, and he shook his head immediately: "Rumours, everything is just rumors, I have never seen it with my own eyes." He looked into Mrs. To Rosie who was cutting the steak, "If you want me to say, you shouldn't go to the Stark Group for an internship, that place is so dangerous, maybe you are busy making personnel reports, and you saw your boss whizzing through the French windows of your office Fly away..."

"Mr. Mathers!" Mrs. Mathers said with a black face, "What are you talking about?"

Mr. Mathers chuckled: "I'm just trying to make our little Rosie happy. Although it's not a dream job, seeing your boss flying in the sky is not something everyone experiences."

Rosie was chewing a steak, her laughter was stuck by the beef, she had to swallow her throat with difficulty, then wiped her mouth and said with a wry smile: "I agree, Mr. Mathers is right."

"Everything related to the Avengers is very dangerous. I think you should either come to my magazine office, or go to your father's company..."

Rosie hastily put down the knife and fork, and interrupted Mrs. Mathers: "Mom, I'm full and I'm going upstairs to write code!"

After finishing speaking, she ran upstairs like a gust of wind, and ran to her room.

Rosie's parents died young in her previous life, and she didn't have much experience with her parents. Fortunately, Mr. Mathers and Mrs. Mathers are both busy at work, so it's rare that they have time to sit in the dining room together like today to discuss her internship. Most of the time, they were flying all over the place, which gave Rosie a little time to breathe.

Rosie took out the photo of herself and Cindy Crawford holding the shampoo from the drawer, looked at it under the desk lamp for a long time, and after confirming that it was not synthesized by PS, she solemnly put it back in the drawer.Then she took out a pack of Marlboro and a lighter from a biscuit box deep in a drawer. She patted the bottom of the box, and a cigarette popped out of the box, planning to smoke while no one was around. At that moment, she heard the siren of the Jingfen system buzzing in her ears.

"Wow, isn't it, is it okay to hide in your room and smoke secretly?" She wailed, threw the lighter on the table, leaned back on the chair, and stacked the diapers wearing fluffy hellokitty slippers On the desk, lifeless stares at the pink lampshade on the roof.

Rosie, a former bad girl who has been in Brooklyn for many years, thinks she has cool taste, but now she is wearing a pink piggy nightdress, and she is in a pink room where she can't even enjoy a Marlboro.

She missed the days of the king for a few minutes, and then suddenly heard the laughter of a few boys outside the window.

Her window looked out onto the yard of the next-door neighbor Osborne's.

That's right, that Osborn, the head of the household is Norman Osborn, the chairman of the Osborn Group, who will become the Green Goblin carrying a glider in the future.His son is named Harry Osborn, handsome and handsome, but will become a little green goblin on a skateboard in the future.

When she first learned that her neighbor's surname was Osborne, Rosie refused.However, after several months of observation, she confirmed that Harry Osborn had just gone to Midtown High School in Queens. When he was still a pure and lively high school student, she was a little relieved. Will greet each other with her trembling shy smile.

Fortunately, Harry Osborn, who was still a high school student, didn't know much about women, so he didn't see the unnatural expression on her face.

Rosie walked to the window, opened the curtains, opened the window and saw two teenagers happily setting up a barbecue grill next to the swimming pool in the yard of the Osborne's house next door. Harry accidentally looked up and saw standing by the window Rosie at the back waved her hand high and said with a smile, "Rosie, do you want to have a barbecue together?"

Rosie looked at Harry, then at the boy beside Harry, and smiled, "I just finished eating, so I won't participate."

"That's right, I'm afraid the smell of barbecue smoke will choke you." Harry said, grabbing the boy who had set up the grill next to him, "This is my friend, Peter Parker. Peter, this is my neighbor , Rosie Mathers."

Another dangerous person appears!

Rosie kept smiling while sweating on the back of her head: "Hello, Peter."

Peter waved at her shyly.

Harry patted Peter on the shoulder and said excitedly: "Peter, let me tell you, Rosie is super powerful. I saw an employee of the Stark Group ride a motorcycle with the Stark logo to Go to her garage!" He patted hard a few more times, "Stark! Your most admired Stark!"

Rosie: "..."

That's enough, stop talking.

No one knows that the reason why she owns this motorcycle is because she is carrying a schoolbag full of fried chicken, riding a battery car, and preventing Iron Man who was punched by the Hulk from continuing to fly backwards, so that she has become a The savior of Iron Man, the leader of the Avengers.

She also didn't know that she and her battery car had such supernatural powers. If the media found out, then there would probably be one more biker girl in New York.

When Peter heard Stark, his eyes lit up. This light was too dazzling, comparable to the sacred light of the Stark Group's personnel department.It's just that the former bad girl Rosie, who has been in Brooklyn for many years, thinks she is cold. After being blinded by the light of Stark Group's personnel department in the morning, she learned from the pain and is determined to resist the light.

"I..." she said, then paused, "Do you want to ride this motorcycle..."

Rosie was expressionless, and then felt that the ruthless bad girl Rosie in her heart was already smoking a cigarette and kicked her heart hard.

Peter froze for a moment, then stammered, "I, I, I can't ride a motorcycle."

The boy's soft voice tickled her heart, so Rosie smiled wryly: "I...I can teach you..."

After making a promise to teach Spider-Man to ride a motorcycle, Rosie took out the box of Marlboro in spite of the screams in her ears from the brain system. At this time, she needed to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

"Daily One Good One Evil System Warm Reminder: The host's current behavior does not match the human design, and one point will be deducted. The current total score is 61 points, and the deduction to zero will mean death."

"..." Rosie paused, frowned and sighed, "It doesn't matter, anyway, if you smoke too much, you will die." Then she took a sharp puff from her mouth.

When she woke up from the hospital and found Iron Man Tony Stark sitting next to her bed, and the truck that crashed into the fried chicken shop turned into Iron Man himself, she decided that she would cherish life , stay away from superheroes.

When she was the former bad girl Rosie, she would read Marvel comics with gusto, and tease her friends and friends about the troubled New Yorkers in comic movies; now, she has become a troubled man. of New Yorkers.

God knows if it will be the Hulk who hits the top of her head next time.

Then when she wakes up, she probably won't have to see the apologetic members of the Avengers, and just face the god of death, Hela.

She originally wanted to decline Tony Stark's proposal to give her a motorcycle, but the sound of the smart system's buzzing in her ear made her forget to refuse for a moment, so that the motorcycle with the Stark logo roared all the way at night By the time she got into her garage, the entire neighborhood knew she owned a motorcycle gifted by Iron Man Tony Stark.

"Daily One Good One Evil system warm reminder: It is now nine o'clock in the evening, and there are still nine hours left before the end of the evening mission. Please complete the mission in time to avoid life-threatening penalty points."

Rosie exhaled a smoke ring, then squatted down, lifted the sheet, and extinguished the cigarette butt on the floor under the bed, and there were already more than a dozen traces of old cigarette ash on the floor.

She stood up, stretched, and sighed.

With the existence of night missions, she will never be able to stay away from the superheroes in New York.

"Okay, where are we going today? Where is the most unlikely place for superheroes to go..." She mumbled as she walked to another window, opened the curtains, opened the window, hellokitty's slippers Stepping on the window sill, when she jumped off the window sill, she had already changed into a black jumpsuit, her legs in black fishnet stockings were crossed, and she was sitting on a bamboo broom in a sexy and provocative pose superior.

Rosie, a former bad girl who has been in Brooklyn for many years, thinks she is very cool, but she can only hinder her survival. She reached out and brushed the golden curly hair under the wizard's hat, and said in a sexy voice that was deliberately lowered: "Night witch, go out!" .”

Her inner bad girl Rosie was kicking her conscience hard again.