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

That night, Rosie neither hovered over the nightclubs in Brooklyn, nor stole the sewer covers of the hospital. She never thought that one day her night mission would be to snatch the radio from an old man's arms , and tore off all the "Sports Illustrated" posters of Kate Upton and Charlotte McKinney that were pasted in his ward, and then folded his hands, with a cold face, looking down at the sitting The old man in the wheelchair cried: "You bully the elderly."

Rosie was indifferent: "Who told you to slander me and wink at you?"

"The night witch is obviously sexy and charming." The old man cried and complained, "You must be a fake."

Rosie raised one eyebrow: "You actually said I was a fake!"

She took out a fragmentation grenade out of thin air, and tossed it between her hands: "Fragmentation grenade, it makes you sweat." After she finished speaking, she retracted the grenade, pulled out another kar98k, and said, "Sniper with an eight-fold mirror, scare you!" You have diarrhea.” She took back the kar98k, swipe it randomly in the system, and was about to say something, when she saw that she was holding the handle of a frying pan in her hand, she pushed it back calmly and replaced it with another place, and then successfully pulled out the machete: "Stainless steel machete, it's choppy."

After she demonstrated her arsenal, she heard the cold voice of the system in her ear: "Today's night mission has been successfully completed, the main mission 'Urban Legend' has been completed by 93.4%, there is a special bonus for threatening the elderly with guns. Success, the completion rate of the main task 'Urban Garbage' is 3%. In addition, this time the host has exchanged kar98k, octal mirrors and other items, and the total points are now 31 points, please pay more attention to the host, once the points are negative, the host will die suddenly."

Rosie: "..."

Before the smile on her face could last for three seconds, the corners of her mouth quickly collapsed. She resisted the pain in her heart, took a deep breath, and turned to look at the broom placed by the window: "I'm sorry, say yes It will take some time for the high-end bamboo branch set."

The broom lightly touched the wooden handle, but it was still bent, and it still looked very sad.

Rosie felt her heart ache even more.

The old man was still heartbroken over his torn milk-shaking supermodel posters, and while lifting his glasses to wipe his tears, he accused the fake night witch of bullying the old man.

Rosie rubbed her forehead and said, "Give me your name, and I'll send you some supermodel posters later."

The old man looked up at her.

"I have a lot of posters at home. Whether you want Amanda Seyfried or Cate Blanchett, I'll send you twenty." Rosie said, in fact, Mrs. Mathers is an editor of a well-known fashion magazine. Editor, there is never a shortage of posters of various Hollywood stars and supermodels at home.

The old man whispered, "Scarlett Johansson, thirty."

Rosie's forehead was throbbing with blue veins: "The ward only has such a small area. Can you finish posting so many posters?"

"Put it under the pillow and sleep with her." The old man's voice became smaller and smaller.

Rosie: "..."

The old man looked up at her and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Just send it to this hospital when the time comes. My name is Stan Lee."

Rosie: "????!!!!"

When Rosie returned to the ward exhausted, it was almost one o'clock in the morning. She threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. After wailing, she reached out and touched her mobile phone by the pillow. He opened his eyes hazily, looked at the phone screen, and found a message from "Boss 2":

"Take a good rest and come to the hospital to pick you up tomorrow."

She woke up suddenly, and quickly replied: "No... no need, Kailani will come to pick me up, boss, you should take care of your company!"

"The Stark Group will not go bankrupt easily."

Rosie's ten fingers danced quickly on the keyboard: "It's hard to say, after all, there is a boss whose main business is a superhero."

After a few minutes of silence over there, he replied: "It seems that Secretary Mathers doesn't know enough about his boss."

Rosie twitched her lips and replied, "No, I think it's enough based on my current knowledge of the boss."

She yawned and put her phone aside. Just as she felt sleepy, the message rang again. She thought it was another harassing text message from her sleepless boss. She clicked her tongue and reached out to touch it. On the phone, I turned on the screen and found that the letter was from Harry:

"Rosie, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning!"

Rosie blinked her eyes expressionlessly, and immediately replied: "No need, Kailani will pick me up tomorrow, high school students should go to bed quickly, make sure you sleep, by the way, have you finished your homework yet?"

In less than a minute, Harry sent a reply: "I have no homework this week!"

Rosie smiled, turned off the screen, put the phone on the farther bedside table, and buried her face in the pillow again, determined to drop everything and go to sleep seriously.

This time she fell asleep for a long time, and had a dream, dreaming that she was still Rosie Mathers, the death knight who was riding a motorcycle rampant in Brooklyn back then. The helmet with the skull painted on it excitedly returned home, called her aunt's name a few times but got no response, she picked up an apple from the glass plate in the living room, tossed it in her hand, and walked towards the kitchen Go, and then saw the aunt wearing an apron, lying on the floor.

Before she could utter the screams in her dream, the phone rang in the quiet ward. She sat up suddenly from the bed, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the cuff of her hospital gown, and then He touched his mobile phone from the bedside table sideways. The time displayed on the mobile phone was three o'clock in the morning, and the caller was Mrs. Mathers.

Mrs. Mathers is in London now, probably just waking up, forgetting that there is a five-hour time difference between New York and London.

She took a deep breath before answering the phone. Before she could speak, she heard the scream of Mrs. Mathers, who was always calm: "My baby! Are you in the hospital again!"

"..." Rosie laughed dryly, "It's nothing serious, but the boss told me to stay in the hospital for one night."

"Rosie, you have already been admitted to the hospital three times because of your boss. I think this job is too dangerous. You should quit. Mom and Dad will take care of you." Mrs. Mathers said, "You don't know me Did my heart skip a beat when I woke up and saw the Stark Tower attack on the news again?"

Rosie smiled, and said softly: "It's really nothing. Looking at it from another perspective, it's because my boss is Iron Man that I was able to escape unscathed. And the boss also released me three times." Wouldn’t it be great if I could spend three days at home with paid leave?”

Mrs. Mathers seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then said: "It's good that you are fine. Mom is at Heathrow Airport now, and she will arrive in New York in about ten hours. Mom will go to the hospital to pick you up at that time."

"No need, Kailani will pick me up in the morning. I'll just wait for mom to come home." Rosie leaned back on the bed, her voice was low and soft, "I'll bake apple pie for mom."

Mrs. Mathers said angrily, "That's too hot."

Although she said so, the joy in her voice was very obvious. Rosie smiled, said a few more words to Mrs. Mathers, and hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, she sat leaning against the head of the bed for a long time, until the third time she heard the nurse pushing a cart passing by the corridor outside the ward, she yawned and retracted into the quilt again.

Rosie had just gone to work at eight o'clock in the morning, and before she had time to make rounds, she had already changed her clothes, rushed to the doctor's office, smiled at her attending doctor, and was successfully discharged from the hospital.

She didn't wait for Tony, Harry, or Kailani, but ran out of the inpatient building at a trot. As soon as she stepped into the garden in front of the inpatient building, she saw the old gentleman Stan Lee from last night. Sitting in a wheelchair, holding his own radio, chatting with another old gentleman in a wheelchair. The two old gentlemen were sitting under the camphor tree that Rosie had parked last night. Between them, they cast mottled light and shadows on the two old people. They followed the rhythm of the old country music coming from the radio, and tapped their fingers on their legs lightly.

When she passed the camphor tree, she heard Stan Lee's intermittent voice: "...Last night, the witch promised to give me [-] posters of Scarlett Johansson..."

Another old man snorted, "You're lying, why would the Night Witch care about you, old man, you're not George Clooney."

Rosie: "..."

She smiled helplessly and shook her head. Just after running a few steps, she heard Stan Lee say again: "It really is a young man. He was just carried in by a stretcher from the emergency department yesterday, and he is alive and kicking today..."

"Young" Rosie: "..."

Rosie gave up being active, stepped on her pair of high heels that had been ravaged by Rocky and Iron Man, and walked step by step to the gate of the hospital. After standing for a while, she finally stopped a taxi. The taxi driver was drinking Coffee, after seeing her getting into the car, she hurriedly drank the rest of the coffee, then turned to look at her, and asked, "Lexington Avenue or Fifth Avenue?"

Rosie was sitting in the back seat of the taxi, clutching the strap of her satchel tightly, thought for a while, and said, "North Brooklyn, Helson."

"North Brooklyn, Helson..." The driver said the name of the place, stepped on the clutch, and then suddenly turned to look at Rosie, "Miss, are you going to North Brooklyn? The security over there is not... "

"I know." Rosie nodded, "It's...a poor area."