Roaming the universe, all thanks to your many dark skills!

Rosen opened the garage door and saw Charlie who had been waiting for a while. He asked casually, "What's wrong? You don't look very happy."

As he spoke, Rosen turned on the light in the garage, took a bottle of Coke from a small refrigerator in the corner and handed it to her, saying, "Take whatever you want to eat. You don't need to be polite here."

"Rosen, I give up." Charlie walked into the garage, found a small stool to sit down, lowered her head and said frustratedly.

"What did you give up?" Rosen asked casually.

"I don't want to fix my dad's Corvette anymore because I've tried so hard and I just can't fix it. It's like..."

Charlie paused, and said with a choked voice: "Just like my father will never come back after he left us, and no matter how much I miss him, it's useless. Now I feel more like a superfluous person."

"Charlie, don't say that." Rosen said gently, "You are very useful, but you are still young and have not found your place yet."

"Nothing else, at least in my case, whenever I need a handy tool, as long as I ask Charlie to help me, you can always hand me the most convenient tool, which is very helpful to me."

"Besides, you are not even an adult yet. In my hometown, you are still a child. It is normal to feel confused occasionally. In fact, even adults sometimes lose their direction."

"I'm not a child." Charlie wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "I will be an adult tomorrow."

"Oh, not today." Rosen said with a smile: "So let's not talk about such heavy topics, little brat."

"Humph, I won't play with you anymore." Charlie jumped up and was about to leave, but suddenly asked, "Rosen, have you ever been confused?"

"Of course." Rosen scratched his head and said, "For example, right now, I haven't figured out how to be a good father. For me, this is much more difficult than killing a hundred of the most vicious enemies. When I think about the day when I will stand in front of my own child and set an example for her, I suddenly feel that the pressure of life is greater than a mountain."

"What should we do then?" Charlie asked curiously.

"Just bear with it." Rosen smiled nonchalantly and said, "As a man, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome, and no task that cannot be handled. As long as you stick to it and don't give up, things will slowly get better. Of course, if the road ahead is really blocked, it's not a bad idea to change direction. Don't be too stubborn."

"Thank you, Rosen."

"You're welcome."

Charlie turned and walked out of the garage, saying, "I saw a very nice Beetle today. I'm going to find a way to drive it back tomorrow as a gift to celebrate my coming of age."

"come on."

"I will."

The next day was Charlie's birthday, the day she came of age.

She just wasn't very happy early in the morning.

Because the birthday gift her mother gave her was just a helmet with daffodils painted on it, not the car she wanted, even if it was a second-hand or third-, fourth-, fifth-, sixth-, seventh- or eighth-hand car.

"I always hear about people on mopeds getting knocked over and their heads are all over the floor. You're going to have to wear this from now on."

"I don't care if there is a law or not, but this is the rule in our family."

Charlie's mother looked at her, pushed the helmet in front of her and said, "Look how cute she is."

Charlie looked at the fancy helmet and finally said against her will, "Yeah."

Then her mother's boyfriend Ron also gave her a gift of "small gift but great thought", a book.

Charlie didn't want to read the specific content. She just felt very unhappy.

So when she lay back in her room dejectedly, she suddenly thought of the Volkswagen Beetle she saw in Uncle Hank's boat repair shop.

If the road ahead is really blocked, it’s okay to change direction. Don’t be too stubborn.

Rosen's words yesterday suddenly flashed through my mind.

At this moment, an extremely strong idea suddenly appeared in Charlie's mind and took root: "I want that Beetle."

When she said this to Uncle Hank who was fiddling with his radio, he didn't understand what was going on: "What?"

"That yellow Volkswagen Beetle." Charlie said seriously, "I want it. I'll make a deal with you. If I can start it, it'll be mine."

"This is not a transaction, but you unilaterally driving away my car." Although Uncle Hank is old, he is not confused at all when it comes to doing business.

"If I can get it started, it'll be mine, and I'll come in here every day for the next year, and I'll scrape grease off your floors, and I'll pick up all the filthy paper in this place, and I'll even clean those disgusting, horrible toilets for you."

Uncle Hank looked at her in silence, seemingly unmoved.

"Please, it's my birthday," Charlie said.

"I'm sorry, that's impossible." Uncle Hank said expressionlessly, "Because we're not hiring, but the car is yours, girl, happy birthday!"

"Thank you." Charlie was surprised and happy, and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..."

"My toilet is great," Uncle Hank corrected loudly, looking at her back.

Charlie found the Volkswagen Beetle with great interest, and after some preparations, she finally started it and drove it out slowly.

"That thing is too dangerous to drive on the road." A customer pointed at the Beetle driving slowly by. "It's a dangerous car."

Uncle Hank looked at Charlie's bright smile, waved at her and said, "She's very happy, though."

Charlie was indeed very happy, but when she was driving not far from home, she suddenly thought about whether she would be scolded by her mother if she drove back rashly.

Whenever she thought of her mother scolding her with an unhappy look on her face, she felt upset and had a headache.

But it is impossible to give up the car that I have finally got, so what should I do?

The best way, of course, is to find a place to hide.

So Charlie naturally thought of Rosen, who had the same hobbies as her, with whom she could talk about anything, and most importantly, who had a very large and spacious garage at home.

"So, what you mean is to put this car in my garage temporarily, and then come to servicing it when you are free, and by the way, tell your mother about it and make sure she won't be angry with you before driving it back, right?" Rosen looked at Charlie and asked.

"That's right." Charlie clasped her hands together and said to Rosen, "Please."

"Okay." Rosen pointed to the garage behind him and said, "Drive in."

"Thank you, Rosen, you are such a reliable friend." Charlie was overjoyed. She came over and gave Rosen a big hug before happily going to drive.

Rosen turned around and looked at Diana who had just seen all this. He spread his hands helplessly, looking as if he was innocent too.

Diana didn't get angry, but laughed instead.

Charlie had just parked the car, turned off the engine, got out, and closed the door.

Bang.

Not only her, but Rosen also heard the strange noise coming from under the car.

It sounded like something falling to the ground.

"Please, don't let it break down." Diana muttered worriedly, picked up a flashlight and was about to check the situation under the car.

She spent as much time in Rosen's garage as in her own garage, so she was very familiar with where all the tools were and didn't need to ask Rosen at all.

But when she crawled under the car to see if there was anything wrong with the chassis, she saw a metal face that looked like a human face.

Before she could figure out what the structure was, the eyes on the face suddenly lit up blue, and then the various parts of the car moved sideways, flipped, and overlapped with a creaking sound, eventually transforming into a yellow robot about four or five meters tall.

Note: Chevrolet Corvette C1, 1958-1960 model, four headlights, equipped with a 4.6L V8 engine, with a choice of dual carburetors or fuel injection. The maximum power of the carbureted model is 274ps (270hp), and the fuel injection model is 294ps (290hp).