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

The current Rosie is no longer the Rosie who was saddened by breaking her four-year-old slider phone while riding a battery cart on the way to deliver food, and took out a whole pack of Marlboros.

She could only sit under the wall of her former boss's house, holding her junior broom tightly in one hand, and when she wanted to touch a Marlboro, she found that because she had chosen the mobile phone between the mobile phone and the cigarette case before departure, she herself I feel a little sad now that the messenger bag is empty.

The moths flapped their wings and slammed into the outdoor lights in the garage garden, making tiny crashing sounds. These noises were like sound effects in a movie, perfectly rendering her sadness at the moment more obvious.

"Forget it, let's go buy a new mobile phone tomorrow morning." Rosie let out a breath, stood up slowly, weighed the broom, stepped on the broom, and was about to fly home when she suddenly realized that she had lost her mobile phone. Something doesn't seem right.

When she was sitting on the sidelines, she was still riding a broom, floating in the air, checking Twitter with her mobile phone, and then found her former boss who was about to attack the little girl. She swooped down and was about to punch her ex-boss to say hello to the plastic surgeon again At this time, a shield flew from the sky, and her whole body spun in the air for a circle...

Spin around...

rotated...

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she clenched the broom handle tightly.

It is very possible that her mobile phone was dropped at that time, and then the owner of the shield picked it up, and then saw her selfie in the mobile phone album...

The more she thought about it, the colder her back became, and at this moment, she heard the sound of the window being pushed open behind her, she subconsciously turned around, and was looking at a middle-aged woman standing in the window. After a brief moment of stupefaction, he let out a piercing scream: "It's the night witch!"

Rosie was stunned for two seconds, then smiled with her mouth open, and let out the signature giggle of a night witch. With her feet on the ground, she flew straight into the sky.

"Good night, Darling, I wish you a sweet dream tonight!"

And Rosie herself tonight is destined not to be able to sleep peacefully.

She came home from the attic window, put on the pink pajamas, turned off the lamp, turned on the air conditioner, and lay flat on the bed, staring at the hellokitty chandelier on the ceiling in a daze, and then changed countless sleeping positions over and over again, Finally she buried her face in the pillow and let out a wail.

As a delinquent girl who had been in Brooklyn for many years, Rosie considered herself to be iron-blooded and never afraid, but just this day made her feel the deep malice in this world.

First, he was pushed by his thesis tutor to the place where the boss of the Stark Group would take off anytime and anywhere, and then because he was confused by the appearance of Stark's personnel department, he didn't tell the personnel director in time that he wanted to be a great programmer. Dreams, and then sad nighttime missions, not only losing a cell phone, but risking losing a vest.

She used to think that the truck that hit her dead and turned into Iron Man was enough psychedelic, but she didn't expect that this day's experience would be more exciting.

It was so exciting that she finally fell asleep, and even dreamed of Captain America with a serious face holding a vibrating gold shield, standing under a crescent moon, and said loudly: "I will punish you in place of S.H.I.E.L.D., you New Yorker!" scourge!"

……

The result of poor sleep is waking up later than usual the next day.

Rosie groaned and got out of bed, and hurried downstairs after washing. She thought she would be facing the familiar empty restaurant, but unexpectedly Mr. and Mrs. Mathers were there, and Mr. Mathers was Sitting at the dining table reading the morning paper, Mrs. Mathers was frying eggs in her apron.

This surprised Rosie. Mr. Mathers is a partner of a top accounting firm. He is busy with work, and the place where he spends the longest time is the stratosphere tens of thousands of meters above the ground; Mrs. Mathers She is a well-known fashion editor, usually fine, but if it happens during Fashion Week, Rosie basically never wants to see her.

It's astounding that two perennially busy people are now in a restaurant twice in a row and the atmosphere is so congenial.

So Rosie stood in front of the dining room, rubbing her hair with one hand and buttoning her shirt with the other, quite embarrassed, while Mrs. Mathers, who pursued delicacy all her life, frowned slightly, and threw the spatula aside, just now When he was about to speak, Mr. Mathers said slowly, "Little Rosie, you are going to be late."

Rosie was stunned, subconsciously wanted to scream, and then suddenly remembered that it was daytime, and the landslides and landslides, and the human design could not collapse, so she held back and said softly: "Mom and Dad, don't you go to work today? "

"It's rare to take a break and have breakfast at home." Mr. Mathers said with a smile, "Do you want Dad to take you to work?"

Rosie was just about to decline, but Mr. Mathers frowned again: "I just heard from the radio that there seems to be a large-scale event held in a shopping center nearby, and it is rush hour, and the surrounding lanes are seriously congested..." He suddenly took a picture of He patted the dining table and said excitedly, "Rosie, you can go to work on the motorcycle that Tony Stark gave you!"

Rosie laughed dryly: "I... I can take the subway..."

"The Stark Group is not at the subway entrance, and there is still a long way to go." Mr. Mathers was even a little eager to try, "If you are afraid of riding a motorcycle, little Rosie, Dad can take you there by bike. ..."

Rosie: "..."

She laughed dryly and waved her hands, then turned and left, referring to Mrs. Mathers's "I think you are tired of life and want to ride a motorcycle at such an old age" and Mr. Mathers's "Motorcycles are a man's romantic self". Even at the age of 60, I am still in good health." I left it behind.

However, Mr. Mathers was right. Her backup mobile phone had already received a notification of the traffic jam. It seemed that she could not drive to work.

Rosie walked back and forth in front of the garage door with her hands behind her back, then made a fist with her right hand and tapped on the palm of her left hand. She decided to go to work by motorcycle, anyway, from the boss Tony Stark to the boss Lambert Ms., have already accepted the setting of her "as a weak and shy female college student who especially likes to ride motorcycles".

She made up her mind and opened the garage door. As the garage door slowly went up, the red and yellow metallic motorcycle gradually appeared in her field of vision. This motorcycle is the same as Iron Man's battle armor The color scheme is very similar to BMW's rninet719 limited edition. There is a Stark Group logo on the front of the car. Just by looking at it, it is already very cool. No wonder Mr. Mathers is also itchy and wants to use it At the age of fifty, challenge the motorcycle developed by Stark's latest technology.

If the truck that killed her hadn't turned into Iron Man, Rosie would definitely cheer for this motorcycle and ride it to conquer New York City while singing the songs of Guns N' Roses and blowing the wind.

But now, Rosie could only sigh, walked into the garage, picked up the pink hellokitty helmet Mrs. Backwards, step onto the car seat in an extremely chic posture.

In the past, Rosie, wearing a helmet with a skull pattern on her head and a battery car, dominated the entire Brooklyn, and was known as the Death Knight of Brooklyn.

And now...

Rosie's entire face was buried in hellokitty's helmet. She was wearing a neat black professional suit, riding on a motorcycle in Iron Man's color scheme, holding the handlebars tightly with both hands, and her eyes were sharp, only staring at the traffic jams The car gaps together, and then accurately and quickly pass through these gaps, leaving only the roar of the motorcycle motor.

Manhattan in the morning rush hour can be pretty scary, let alone a big event at the nearby mall.

When Rosie shuttled through the traffic, she could hear the voice of the event host from time to time through the microphone and speakers around the entire block. It seemed that a very popular star came to promote a new movie. The event had been warming up since the morning. Celebrity fans have been queuing up at the entrance of the mall since the early hours of the morning. Through the layers of traffic, you can also see the young girls crowded together at the entrance of the shopping mall, hugging and cheering. Taking out his phone to take a selfie.

Seeing the phone, Rosie felt another pain in her heart. She didn't know if Captain America had successfully unlocked the combination lock of her phone, and then found out the hundred or so selfies of her expressionless face.

Yes, even though she was forced to bind two kinds of persona, Rosie still couldn't put on an expression other than blank when taking selfies.

It happens that every girl likes to take selfies, and she is no exception.

She turned the handlebar of the car and was about to change lanes to go to another road, when she suddenly heard screams, most of them were young girls, she thought it was the celebrity who came to promote, but she didn't expect the surrounding traffic The door of the closed private car also began to honk wildly, and someone even screamed and pushed open the door of the driver's cab, crawling and running out.

Even if you have to deduct all the wages for the day if you are late, there is no need to be so exaggerated.

Rosie blinked her eyes, and as soon as she turned around, she saw a masked man with mechanical wings flying in mid-air, and said with a grinning grin, "Why hasn't Iron Man come out? I've made such a big fuss, why hasn't he Come out!" while firing bullets at the densely packed vehicles on the ground, he was suddenly stunned when he saw Rosie, then turned around and flew towards Rosie.

Rosie straddled the motorcycle and was squeezed in the middle by the surrounding cyclists and the crowd. She could neither drive the motorcycle hard enough to hit those running around and escape, nor could she take out a broom and transform into a Night Miko, who has better flying skills compared with this winged person, is in a dilemma for a while.

At this time, the masked man had already flown up to her, grabbed her by the collar, and lifted her into midair from the motorcycle. Although she had already felt like she was floating in midair, being lifted into the sky like this, It still made her back feel cold, she raised her head, stared into the eyes of the masked man, and was about to say something to stabilize the man, when the man asked in a hoarse voice: "You are riding Iron Man?" car, who is your Iron Man?"

Rosie's eyes widened suddenly, and she was so unlucky today because she was riding a motorcycle with the same color as Iron Man?

"I..." Rosie immediately distanced herself, "I don't know Iron Man...I..."

"You are lying!" the man interrupted her angrily, "You must be the most important person in Iron Man, I will kill you, and I will take revenge on Iron Man!"

"..." Rosie waved her hands again and again, "No, no, no! You're mistaken, I have nothing to do with Iron Man!"

"Lie!" The man flew even higher, and then let go of Rosie's collar. Rosie's eyes widened, and she felt the sound of the wind pouring into her ears. The masked man who yelled "Hahahaha Iron Man, I have succeeded in my revenge" at her also became smaller and smaller in her field of vision.

She even heard another wave of screams from the girls below who were queuing up to see their idols.

iron Man……

I probably don't agree with you...

In desperation, Rosie was about to take out her broom and blew up her vest in order to survive, when she suddenly felt herself falling into a firm embrace, she turned her head abruptly, and through her hair blown by the wind, she saw a Handsome to eye-catching face.

...and the shiny buckler on the left arm of the owner of this face.

Rosie: "..."

"Are you okay?" the owner of the face asked in a deep voice.

Rosie: "...No..."

The owner of the face hugged her, landed firmly on the roof of a jeep, then waved the arm covered with the shield, and was ready to go forward to fight. Rosie stood on the roof, looking at his side face, Unexpectedly, he turned his head again, frowned and looked at Rosie: "You look familiar..."

Rosie: "..."

Subconsciously, her back trembled, and then she fell backwards softly.

Thanks to the gods, no one would suspect that she fainted from fright during the day.

The author has something to say: Yes, it probably doesn't fit with Nini hahahahahahaha.

The cap is officially on the stage!