[Comprehensive] When Iron Man turns on codeword mode

Rosalie has a true love for fancy teppanyaki (only in terms of food). Since the cleanliness has become less serious than before, she drags Kaila all over the city on Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights to find uneaten teppanyaki Burn shop.

Kayla: "What's so cool about throwing a shovel?"

Rosalie: "Hush, the master is cutting vegetables! Wow, every slice is the same thickness! Oh, what kind of technique is this? So fast!"

Keira: "...I'll buy you "Magic Kitchen 2.0" and "30000 Sentences of Food Spells". After you learn it, you can cut more patterns with the wand. What kind of teppanyaki master..."

Rosalie: "Shut up, don't insult the master! He can play so many tricks without magic. This is what attracts me to fancy teppanyaki! Muggle cooking is amazing~"

Keira: "... Wasn't your godmother born a Muggle? Didn't you go to a Muggle house when you were young?"

Rosalie stared fascinated at the master's skillful frying hands: "I've been there, but Hermione doesn't know how to make fancy teppanyaki. Oh, I won't tell you! I want to open my mouth to catch shrimp!"

Kayla: "..."

Rosalie managed to catch the soaring prawns (so hot that she grinned), the surrounding diners gave a standing ovation, she bowed triumphantly, and the master smiled and gave her the whole freshly fried steak.

Kayla: What a crazy person to do the air mouth (super hot) shrimp thing!No, I can't change jobs. What if Rosalie makes a fuss?Should the publishing house still be alive?Do so many excellent authors still live?Who will discover the fish that slip through the net in the waste manuscript?

Forget it, for the sake of world peace and the development of art and culture, let me sacrifice more!

After eating and drinking enough, the two walked back to the publishing house to work overtime.

Rosalie touched her round belly and sighed, "Well, without Dr. Martin, I would never be able to feel the charm of teppanyaki."

Kayla: "Thanks to her too. Do you know how much stress me and the restaurateur were under when we were on vacation at the beach? You had to wash every plate yourself, use a cleaning spell, and scald it. If I hadn't stopped you, you might have to take out your own disinfection cabinet."

Rosalie was very ashamed: "I'm sorry, I always give you trouble."

Keira: "What are you talking about? It's not your fault that you have a cleanliness. It's obviously Voldemort's fault, but it's not fair to let others bear it."

The shadow of her childhood hit her heart, and Rosalie shuddered: "Okay, don't say such disgusting things before going to bed, let's say something happy: you may be promoted!"

Kayla: "!!!"

Rosalie: "The position is a copy editor, the most junior type, but there is only one place. Your competition is the motherfucker... Oh no, Magda's assistant Bessie."

Keira lowered her head and stared at the toe of her shoe: "If... I mean if, if I get this position, will I still belong to your team in the future?"

Rosalie: "It must be! You are my favorite general, and I am very optimistic about you."

Keira: "I'm optimistic about myself too."

So Rosalie threw her a bunch of forms and manuscripts: "Come on, prove yourself with actions!"

Keira was angry: "The agreed-upon favorite general!"

Rosalie picked up the mugs of the two of them: "This love general, you can accumulate a lot of money by studying hard and practicing hard. I will add more milk and sugar to your coffee."

Rosalie unfortunately meets Magda in the tea room.Sure enough, it was a mistake of gluttony. If it hadn't been for a few minutes of delay in eating teppanyaki, they should have avoided each other perfectly. What a miscalculation.

The other party looked at her disliked as always, and spoke in a strange way: "Hey, isn't this the wife of a wealthy family in the future? How down-to-earth to actually work overtime with us wage earners!"

Rosalie didn't answer, but looked at her carefully, seeing her fingertips from the tip of her hair, her chest from her fingertips, her skirt from her chest, and her ankles from her skirt. Finally, she shook her head slightly, regretting Sigh and leave.

After walking two steps, he turned back and repeated the above actions again, sighing heavily: "It's a pity, a pity."

Magda: "????"

Why is she sighing?What does she mean by shaking her head?Is my match wrong?The desert dark rose hair color I just dyed is not good-looking?The manicure I just did was too tacky?Are my legs unshaven?Cellulite on my legs?The hem of the skirt should not be stained with dirt, right?

What does Rosalie mean? !

Magda lost her temper for a long time in the office, while Rosalie and the team fought hard in the conference room until midnight, and finally completed most of the plans for the new season.

The editor's assistant happily informed her: "Congratulations, Miss Scamander, you have been added to the editor's super deluxe lunch set."

Rosalie was frightened: "I'm not a golden chicken wing!"

The subordinates quickly reminded her: "Have you stayed up all night and lost your head? This is a code, which means that the editor-in-chief will ask you out tomorrow... Oh, it's already today, it's lunch time to talk about work."

Rosalie came back to her senses instantly, and put on a dignified smile: "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome." The assistant to the editor-in-chief said politely, "I will send the time and place to Kaila, and she will remind you."

Keira, who was busy packing the takeaway boxes and paper cups, raised her head and made a fist at her from a distance: "Come on, boss, our year-end bonus depends entirely on you!"

The editors under him patted the table rhythmically: "Year-end award! Year-end award! Year-end award! Year-end award!"

"Yeah..." Rosalie gestured to the scissorhands weakly, "Wait for my king... to return..."

After the four-five-hour seminar, she was really sleepy, her eyelids could not hold up, and her whole body was sore. If she didn't go back to rest, she would become the Return of the Dead. That would be a fake corpse.

"Everyone go back to rest." Rosalie yawned, and slowly leaned against the fireplace, "We can't relax in the new quarter, we must continue to crush Magda's team in various indicators. The production editor ① is watching closely Make sure she leaves the best resources for us..."

She grabbed a handful of Floo powder: "That's all for now, good night everyone."

At the same time, in an abandoned factory with a secret location, the majestic Tony blocked the thieves Ivan.

Ivan greeted him in substandard Russian English: "Tony! We met again and again."

Tony: "Hehe, you are really old and strong. Don't move, let me count how many there are.

Because Rosalie said that Ivan's teeth were ugly, Tony took a closer look and found that he was full of rotten gold teeth, which was really ugly.It's okay to be ugly, but he still likes to hold a toothpick in his mouth, chewing it occasionally, as wretched as he wants.

"Jarvis, do my teeth look good?" Tony suddenly asked, "Is it really worth spending a lot of money every year to maintain my teeth?"

Jarvis is worthy of being Tony's caring little assistant, and he immediately understood his subtext: "Miss Scamander is right, your teeth are white and tidy, beyond perfection, and you can be a promotional model for major dental clinics."

Tony was very satisfied: "Go back and upgrade you! Let's go, let's drag Ivan down."

However, things are not as simple as imagined. I haven't seen him for a long time, and Ivan actually upgraded his equipment!Although the battle suit was made rough, the two thick | long electric whips were more powerful and more flexible, basically reaching the realm of pointing and hitting, making Tony roll all over the sky.

Tony: "I want to report to the person in charge of the prison! What are you doing, where did you get the raw materials?"

Ivan laughed loudly, and swung the electric whip to strike his chest: "Tony, you don't even know how many enemies you have!"

Tony dodged and dodged Ivan's attack: "Jarvis, I have an inspiration and write it down! I want to add a villain in the new book who is ugly, mean, and scumbag! He is jealous of the hero's talent and money." He is handsome and has repeatedly obstructed the progress of the relationship between the hero and heroine, and finally—"

Before he finished speaking, Ivan flicked his electric whip, wrapped it around the ankle of the battle suit, and pulled Tony hard from the sky.

Tony fell on his back, and the system alarm kept screaming: "Multiple damages detected! Multiple damages detected! Multiple damages detected!"

"I don't need to say important things three times!" Tony avoided a new round of attacks with difficulty, and while Ivan was laughing wildly, he raised his hand and rewarded the other party with an arc pulse gun, which made him unable to stand still.

Rod yelled over the radio, "Great chance! Great chance! Great chance! He exposed your weakness! He exposed your weakness! He exposed your weakness!"

Tony got up out of breath: "I don't need to say important things three times, I'm not dementia!"

He didn't dare to relax, and while Ivan was not slowing down, he quickly found the right angle and fired a wave of six-barreled mini-cannons on his shoulders, crackling, crackling, hitting the bull's-eye!

After a loud noise, through the gradually dissipating thick smoke, Tony saw Ivan's burly body shaking, shaking again, shaking again, just not falling down, just so stubborn.

"As expected of the fighting race, the Russians." Tony raised his hand, "This wave of arc pulse cannons can be regarded as a gift, thank you for your guest appearance in my novel!"

The dazzling white light turned the night into day, and the powerful attack shattered Ivan's rough battle suit. He crashed down in front of Tony, kicking up countless dust and soot, making the ground tremble.

The commandos ambushed by the side quickly dispatched, tied up Ivan and threw him into the car to drag him away. The whole process took less than 3 minutes.

Tony let out a breath, and put his hands on his hips: "Finally, the villain with ugly teeth and cheap mouth has failed. The full text is over, thank you for watching."

In a secret monitoring room, Rhodes covered his face with one hand: "Tony, where are you getting so much drama..."

The author has something to say: Ivan: @￡@#￥%...$%^&! ! ! !

Tony: I don't understand, I'll send you an arc pulse cannon.

Ivan: QAQ

①Production editor: The intermediate contact between the editorial department and the manufacturer (quoted from "How editors in foreign publishing institutions divide their labor" BY Gu Yuan).This article mainly refers to this material for the position setting and division of labor of the publishing house where the heroine works.