In the next few days, Rosalie participated in various competitions held by Tony in the office, such as mouse race, host race, monitor race, and any office supplies with legs have a race named after their scientific name.

Therefore, during that time, the melon-eaters of the publishing house often heard cheers coming from the office of the Muggle shareholder. Some people speculated that he was watching a football game, some speculated that he was practicing yoga, and some even thought he was learning magic.

Later, Tony also posted a post on the forum to summon new players, so that the administrator had to remind them euphemistically: "The mouse host monitor is all office supplies, serious office supplies."

Tony muttered, "It sounds like we're doing something indecent with the mouse."

Rosalie: "Isn't it serious to run a race?"

Tony: "Isn't the Olympic Games the unseriousness of the unscrupulous?"

Rosalie: "If the Olympics are bad, the marathon is old."

Tony smiled brightly: "I understand this stalk, the history of Marathon is even longer! Hippocratic War, right?"

Rosalie: "Yes!" and rewarded him with a sticker of a magical kitten.

Tony raised his arms in desperation and walked around the field, showing off the stickers full of them.Those little cuties have different looks, some are stretching, some are yawning, and some are licking their paws, each of them is very cute, and inexplicably fits Tony's style of painting.

The administrator took a closer look and found that Rosalie's arms were covered with similar stickers, and even her whole person's temperament became soft and cute, completely subverting the setting of the chief workaholic in his impression.

Rosalie noticed the terrified gaze of the administrator, and smiled shyly: "This is a reward for the race, you guys... the mouse you bought is very useful, and you can run fast!"

A row of bullet screens rolled in front of the administrator: "Is the mouse used for running? Is it used for running? Is it used for running?"

Administration: I'm so tired, I feel like I can't breathe.

Of course, as a dedicated executive editor, Rosalie hasn't lost her job because of the entertainment, and she still has many, many conference calls to attend, and she has to clean up the stalls for the fall book market.

When mentioning that shitty incident, Rosalie wanted to swear.Although the publishing house responded quickly and removed all publicity before the book was officially released, and destroyed the printed book and related backups, it was still stabbed online by someone with a heart, and the part involving discrimination was posted, which immediately aroused heated discussions .

The editor-in-chief was trembling with anger: "How did the other party get a photocopy backup?! What have our stop loss department and public relations department been doing?"

Rosalie swiped the tablet, studied the pictures for a while, and said with a frown, "Probably he got the backup before we acted."

The editor-in-chief slapped the table: "Hmph, it's really vicious! I seriously suspect that it was done by the employees of Weird Dumbledore Publishing House!"

Rosalie expressed her puzzlement. According to the historical origin, the feud between Parchment Publishing House and Butterbeer Publishing House is obviously deeper. It can be traced back to the fact that the founders of both parties fell in love with the same little girl when they were in kindergarten.

Editor-in-Chief: "Because they think they have Dumbledore in their name and have a long history, they should be the best in the industry. Unfortunately, they are suppressed by us every year, not only by us, but also by the Ink Heart Publishing House suppressed, and my mentality collapsed and I couldn't stick together."

Rosalie was speechless: "The face is as big as a basin, where is the confidence coming from? Be careful that Dumbledore crawls out of the coffin and asks them for copyright fees."

The editor-in-chief looked serious, and wrapped his coat tightly: "Don't be scary, I'm from a children's book background, okay?"

Rosalie: "..."

The editor-in-chief turned to make tea, and Rosalie sent a text message to Tony: "Do you need to tell the editor-in-chief the truth?"

Tony immediately said: "Don't! I'm afraid that the reversal will be reversed in the end. The editor-in-chief is behind the scenes, so who will guarantee our personal safety?"

Rosalie: "That makes sense, but don't you talk about being a superhero all the time?"

Tony sighed: "Superheroes don't know magic, and superheroes are useless in front of binding spells!"

Rosalie burst into laughter: "All petrified!"

Tony cooperatively sent a scared expression: "Witch, please forgive me, I'll buy you the latest version of disinfectant."

Rosalie was holding the mobile phone to enjoy the music, and the editor-in-chief asked curiously, "What are you doing so silly?"

Rosalie: "It's nothing, I just grabbed a can of the latest version of Dettol disinfectant, and it's still strawberry flavored."

Editor-in-Chief: "...perverted."

Tony and Rosalie have made some progress recently, and Rhodes is delighted to see it in his eyes.No matter how far they can develop, at least in a short period of time, everyone in the Avengers will not have to (forced) to read Tony's masterpiece and sacrifice themselves to provide materials.

Unfortunately, it turns out that Rhodes thought too sweetly.This time he had just booked tickets and was going to watch a musical on his day off, when Peter said to him, "Mr. Stark would like to ask us for a small favor."

Rhode's hair was on end: "A small favor? Let me confirm, is his definition of size the same as a normal person's definition of size?"

Peter was serious: "Mr. Stark asked me to tell you that the small he said is small in the conventional sense, and big is large in the conventional sense."

Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, tell me what you are doing first."

Peter: "Monitor Justin Hammer."

Rhodes: "...What did that idiot do?"

Peter scratched his head: "Mr. Stark didn't tell me the details, it sounds like it has something to do with Miss Scamander."

Rhodes rolled his eyes and didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Hammer is so kind, he dared to snatch a woman from Tony! Go and find Natasha!"

Peter asked blankly, "Ah? What are you looking for her for?"

Rhode said as he walked: "Natasha is the most experienced in dealing with this kind of thing, and we call her the Chief Emotional Advisor of the Avengers in private."

Peter: "Is the Chief Emotional Advisor in charge of stalking?"

Rhodes said seriously: "Young man, you don't know anything about emotions! It seems to be just two words, but it actually covers everything and contains everything. You must know that emotions are very complicated!"

In fact, Rhodes didn't quite know what he was talking about, so he wanted to tease Peter, but Peter was successfully swayed by him: "So all emotional consultants are omnipotent?"

Rhodes: "You can say that."

Peter asked again: "If Mr. Hammer really wants to rob Mr. Stark... then what, what should we do?"

Rhodes: "Notify Tony, then sit in a row and watch a good show."

Peter asked in surprise, "Don't you need help?"

Rhodes sneered: "In order to chase Rosalie, Tony can even write a masterpiece like "Tony of Green Mountain God Realm", unless Justin Hammer wrote a thousand-word "Justin of Brokeback Mountain God Realm" , otherwise he is basically not competitive.”

Peter: "..."

(Justin Hammer: "Why is Brokeback Mountain to me?!")

The author has something to say: Natasha: Oh, those straight guys~

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