Video Bloggers in Meiman

Several different gazes fell over, most of them were doubts, and only one gaze was surprise.

Zhang Ming was a little autistic when he was in junior high school, and he had a serious second-year illness. He didn't have many friends at all. Except for class, the rest of the time was just a cat in the corner, and his classmates had a very weak impression of him.

He took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Hi everyone, I'm Zhang Ming, and this is my cousin. There is no one at home today, so I had to bring him along. I hope you don't mind."

The old classmates who haven't seen for many years, no one will make the atmosphere tense at the beginning, and they all say that they don't mind, please hurry up and leave the table.

Zhang Ming looked around and pulled Xiaoqiang to sit next to a fat man.It was the surprised gaze he cast just now.

"Brother Fat, I haven't seen you for a while." Zhang Ming said hello.

"The last time we met was in Midsummer's Eve five years ago. We sealed the power of death hidden in your arm together. I don't know if the seal is still strong after all these years?"

This unique way of reminiscing about the past gave Zhang Ming a sense of suffocation.

After being crushed long ago, the dark history buried in the deepest part of my heart stubbornly emerged from the surface again.

This fat guy is Zhang Ming's rare friend in junior high school. Both of them are also sufferers of secondary illness. They have given each other nicknames, and they have unique secret gestures——

Fat Brother raised his right hand, holding it like a chicken paw. He looked at Zhang Ming seriously, his expression full of expectation.

"Brother Fat, why don't you just forget about it?"

"Agent Death Zhang Ming! Have you forgotten the oath you made?" Fat Brother scolded in a low voice.

"Don't talk about such a shameful nickname, it's been so many years, haha, I've already..."

Fat Brother suddenly took out his phone, opened the photo album, and played a blurry video.

In the picture is Zhang Ming, a skinny young man, wearing a navy blue bed sheet, covering his face with one hand, and holding an imitation sword in the other hand, speaking extremely shameful lines to the camera:

"I am the agent of death, Zhang Ming! From today onwards, I swear to sever evil—"

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The black history was revealed, and Zhang Ming felt goosebumps all over his body in shame.

Generate electricity with love!Full power!

A flickering electric current appeared on Zhang Ming's skin, and the lights in the box flickered under his image.With an unprecedented speed, he snatched Fat Brother's cell phone in an instant, and deleted this video representing black history.

"Why did you delete it?" Fat Brother took a sip of his tea.

Zhang Ming was panting heavily, and was about to let him pass the past, but he didn't expect Fat Brother to continue: "A few days ago I tidied up my old mobile phone, and I wanted to throw away the broken mobile phone. I opened my phone and found this video.

Worried about the loss of files, I specially saved a copy on the network disk and a mobile hard disk, and uploaded it to the beep station. Your video is very popular.By the way, Bilibili, you know? "

"Hmm... I heard a little bit."

Fat Brother was talking about the real-world beep stations, and he showed Zhang Ming that this dark history had more than [-] broadcasts and over [-] bullet screens.

Things have come to this, Zhang Ming gave up struggling, he continued to scroll down Fat Brother's works, except for Zhang Ming's black history, Fat Brother's other videos are actually...

A group of scantily clad ladies?

"I went to a liberal arts school, and joined the cosplay club. There are more than [-] good people in the club, and I am the only boy, so every day I can only help a group of women take pictures, P pictures, and cut videos, and sometimes I have to talk on the phone late at night. Porridge explaining anime characters... well, it's really annoying."

Fat brother pretends to be invisible.

As long as you persevere, even a fat house can welcome spring?

Just as Zhang Ming and Fat Brother were reminiscing about the old days, a man with greasy hair and flour noodles stood up. After being reminded by Fat Brother, Zhang Ming knew that he was the squad leader.

"It's completely different from when I was a child."

The squad leader is wearing a casual suit and combing his oily hair. It can be seen that he has insisted on exercising. When he stands up, he is tall and strong.

"There are almost all the people, because we haven't seen each other for several years (years), and (and) just now some people came early, some people came late, let's introduce (introduce) ourselves one by one."

Zhang Ming quietly said to Fat Brother: "Why does he speak in such a tone?"

"I heard that he studied abroad for half a year, and he looks like this when he comes back."

The class leader continued: "First of all, I am myself, Wang Juji, but I am more used to being called by my English name Van. Of course, you can also call me class president directly."

Next was a hot girl next to the class monitor. She stood up and said, "Liu Jiajia, this is my boyfriend, Xiao Tong. Coincidentally, he is also our junior high school classmate, but he is in the class next door."

Fat Brother added in a low voice from the side: "To be precise, it's her new boyfriend. It turns out to be a spare tire. This is the fifth boyfriend she has changed in half a year."

After Liu Jiajia finished speaking, she smiled at everyone, and when she finally looked at the squad leader Gao Shuai, she even winked quietly.

"He shouldn't be called Xiaotong, Xiaolu is suitable for him." Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was sitting on the other side of Zhang Ming, made up the knife.

Xiaolu, no, there is a petite girl with short hair and glasses sitting on Xiaotong's right.

"Gawain."

Fat Brother continued: "Sister Xueba, she is currently studying at Fudan University. It is said that she is only a sophomore, and she has taken countless certificates. The department even put her on the research list early on."

Zhang Ming nodded, suddenly felt something was wrong.

"I haven't contacted you for four or five years. How do you know everything?"

"Intelligence investigation is also an essential skill for fighters."

"speak English."