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

When Rosie heard Sophia say that if she lost, she would have to change her mind to participate in this year's Empire State University Homecoming, she regretted accepting the bet rashly. At this moment, as long as she mentioned "Empire State University Homecoming" , the pained face of the last homecoming prom emperor, and the black leather shoes full of high heels, will flood her mind, making her regret why she didn't throw down the prom queen crown and run away Even if it is described by the school forum with such words as "I will become Cinderella before midnight, so I left in a hurry", it is better than jumping the waltz that made her suffer.

From the beginning of the meeting at 02:30 in the afternoon, Rosie has been in the spirit of 12 points, typing on the computer keyboard, pouring coffee before the sleepiness hits, and scanning the conference room from the corner of her eyes In a circle, analyze the expressions on the faces of every participant at the same time, in order to find out the Arkham psychopath who disguised himself among them.

Regrettably, until the end of the meeting at 06:30 in the afternoon, nothing unusual happened in this conference room where Batman and Iron Man were sitting at the same time. The two bosses smiled after each product manager finished explaining the product content. After shaking hands, it can be regarded as a preliminary cooperation agreement.

After the two bosses shook hands, the other participants applauded, and the members of the two companies sitting next to each other also shook hands eagerly, saying that they had a happy cooperation, while Sophia, who was sitting next to Rosie, shook hands gently. He held Rosie's hand, shook it, and said with a smile: "It's a pleasant cooperation, but Rosie, you lost our bet, so you have to go to the school's homecoming festival after a while."

Rosie, on the other hand, glanced around the pleasant conference room with a blank expression, then looked at the twilight sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room, shook her head, and said in disbelief: "No... not real……"

"I told you, Wayne Group is very safe." Sophia smiled and helped her save the documents, closed the laptop, and said, "Next, it's the boss's relaxation time, and everything will be arranged according to what you said alright!"

Rosie nodded listlessly, and a few seconds later, she raised her head abruptly and looked at Sophia: "The bosses' relaxation time? Arrange according to what I said?"

The so-called "relaxation time for bosses", as the name suggests, is naturally the time for bosses to relax after a stressful and busy day of work.

Different bosses have different ways of relaxing.

For example, Mr. Mathers, the way he relaxes is to go home and throw away his briefcase, throw himself on the sofa, and then softly say to Mrs. Mathers who is putting a mask on his face, "Real Madrid is a shocking garbage , Barcelona Saigao, Messi dumped Ronaldo eight streets", thus successfully causing a war, and under the wrath of his wife, a trace of physical and mental peace was obtained.

And Bruce Wayne's way of relaxing is to bring a dozen or so beauties of different styles on his private yacht, stop in the offshore and party all night, high-end champagne is poured into the sea like free tap water, the beauties The laughter of a young man who surfs the beach can make the young surfer fall from the surfboard in dismay.

Rosie has heard about this relaxation method that fits Bruce Wayne’s playboy setting. After all, every time Bruce holds a party on his private yacht, it will be the headline of the Gotham Daily, and it will always be the editor. , accusing Bruce Wayne of spending money like water, being extravagant and lustful, and completely forgetting the hardships of his deceased parents who started from scratch.

Rosie stood at the door of the meeting room, and heard Sophia say that the yachts off the coast were ready, and according to what Rosie said, "the type that the Chairman and Chairman of the Stark Group likes", the models also packed up and got on the boat. Looking back stiffly, her boss closed her laptop and was standing up. She suddenly looked back, stroked the hair hanging by her ear, and said, "Since the bosses are next carnival, then I will go back to New York first."

Sophia was about to turn on the phone excitedly to show Rosie the photos of the twenty models, when she heard Rosie's words, she was stunned: "Aren't you going on the boat?"

"No." Rosie said seriously, "It's too dangerous."

Sophia laughed and said, "Rosie,...what are you still worried about? Our boss's private yacht has the strongest security system in Gotham City. There will be no problem. Didn't you still lose the bet just now?" Yet?"

"...Sophia, don't say that, the more you ensure safety, the colder my back will be." Rosie shook her shoulders, then turned her head slightly, and saw that her boss had put away her computer, ready to When he walked to the door of the meeting room, he turned his head again, lowered his voice, and said to Sophia, "The danger I just mentioned... actually came from my boss..."

"Mr. Stark?" Sophia blinked suspiciously, "Will Mr. Stark bring any danger?"

Rosie rubbed her forehead: "You will know when he gets on the boat, so I have to leave before my boss gets on the boat..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard Bruce's smiling voice coming from behind her: "Did Secretary Mathers say that he wanted to leave just now? The show is ready."

Rosie turned her head to look at him, forced a smile, waved her hands and said, "No, no need..."

It's just that before she finished speaking, she heard the voice of her boss: "What's the matter? Secretary Mathers plans to leave her boss and sneak back to New York first?"

Rosie shifted her gaze to her boss, and managed to catch a hint of threat in his eyes, which probably meant "Secretary Mathers, if you dare to run away first, I will fire you", she opened her mouth, and the words of defense came The throat turned around, and then he said softly: "Then... Boss, you promise that you will never break down, cry, be sad, or fire me after you get on the boat."

Tony sneered: "Secretary Mathers, do you think your boss is still in kindergarten this year?" After he finished speaking, he walked up to Rosie and rubbed the top of Rosie's head. The knight was complaining loudly, "You're not in kindergarten, and neither am I. If you touch my head again, I'll ride my motorcycle over you," but she immediately found an excuse for Tony.

After all, in terms of the height of the entire Stark Group, the only one who could allow him to touch the top of the opponent's head calmly was Rosie Mathers, who was 1.6 meters tall.

With Tony's assurance, Rosie slowly followed Sophia into the car heading to the beach.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the golden moon climbed to the top of the tall buildings in Gotham City, adding a touch of mystery to this slightly gothic city.She looked up all the way out of the car window, looking at the Gotham street scene receding from her field of vision. After seeing the sign of the Gotham City Police Department in the distance, she opened the car window a crack, and the autumn night wind poured in along the gap. In the car, the blow woke up Sophia who was sleeping with squinted eyes in the back seat.

Sophia stretched her waist first, then rubbed her eyes, and when she saw Rosie looking out of the car window, she smiled and said, "It seems that the five or six cups of coffee I drank during the meeting are still very useful." , I am drowsy, but you are still so energetic."

Rosie turned her head to look at her, and said, "I'm just curious about Gotham City, and I want to... take a closer look."

"In fact, after staying here for a long time, I realized that Gotham City is essentially no different from other cities." Sophia said, "Other cities also have deranged criminals, corrupt officials, and heroes who save the world. Scared, Rosie, ordinary people in Gotham also live step by step."

Rosie nodded thoughtfully, then closed the car window, the whistling wind disappeared, and the car became quiet, even the sound of the driver shifting gears with his right hand could be clearly heard.

She tapped her hand on the seat and said, "So, let's take a bet?"

"What's the bet?" Sophia asked.

She raised her eyes and saw Sophia's puzzled eyes from the rearview mirror of the car. She smiled: "I bet before that there will be an accident in the Wayne Group building during the meeting, so this time, I will reverse it and bet on Wayne." There will be no attack on Mr's private yacht."

Sophia smiled and said, "Then you are sure to win, what about the bet?"

"If you lose, then you have to participate in the homecoming prom queen selection." Rosie also smiled, "I will try my best to win votes for you..."

Sophia: "..."

In the bet with Sophia, Rosie was in such a good mood that she almost jumped out of the car.

At this time, Bruce Wayne's private pier was brightly lit. The lights on the pier were too strong, which made the sea water darker and unclear. Only the sound of waves beating against the pillars of the pier was extremely clear.The white private yacht was docked at the pier. The management staff had received Sophia's information earlier, and had already arranged the yacht before everyone arrived. The coquettish laughter that made everyone lose their minds.

She looked up with a guilty conscience, Tony and Bruce were walking in front, talking about something, knowing nothing about what was going to happen next.

She lowered her head lower.

Tony, who was at the forefront, walked to the entrance of the cabin, and when he was about to lift his feet to board the boat, a tall blonde woman in a dark green professional suit walked to the cabin door and held out her hand to him: "Tony, come here."

Tony was also a little surprised that the female model Bruce had found so familiar was so familiar. When he looked up, he saw a very familiar face, to be exact, a very familiar golden ponytail and capable and confident makeup.

This is the daily attire of his previous secretary, Pepper Potts.

He frowned slightly.

At this time, a blonde woman with an iron tray also came over, with the same golden ponytail, the same capable makeup, and a very standard "Secretary to the Chairman of the Stark Group" smile on her face: "Tony, come here!" Now, do you want a martini or a mojito later?"

Tony frowned and said coldly, "Champagne, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice from Class A: "Tony, do you want to listen to rock or jazz later?"

He turned his head slowly, and saw a blonde woman in a black professional suit standing on the deck, with the same hairstyle and makeup, clasping two vinyl records in both hands.

At this moment, Tony also understood something. He adjusted the brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and then called out a name: "Rosie Mathers."