Video Bloggers in Meiman

On the way back, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents gave them the general situation, but they were still at a loss as to what happened.

"They are now immersed in the terrible feeling of being the background board for the whole process, watching Zhang Ming and the other party desperately dealing with each other, but there is no way to help. Don't worry, it will be fine after a while."

A familiar voice appeared from behind, Steve turned around, looked at the beautiful face that was slightly paler than usual, and asked in surprise: "Why are you here. I mean... are you in good health? "

Natasha pointed to her head, "I'm still a little dizzy, and there are no other problems. I'm a member of the Avengers, so I can't just lie on the bed all the time."

"Welcome back, with you behind me, I feel more at ease." Steve noticed that Natasha was holding a paper bag in her hand, and the smell of food was faintly wafting from it.

"What's this?" Steve asked.

"Breakfast, Xiaolongbao, steamed dumplings, and a cup of coffee. Zhang Ming's condition...is not very good. He seems to be blaming himself. He locked himself in the training room without rest or food. I plan to see Look at him, do you want to be together?" Natasha said.

"Let's leave it to you. If I go, he might not say a word, and do an hour of free combat training with me first. No matter how bad he is, he won't fight with a patient who has just been discharged from the hospital?" Steve Say.

Natasha shook her head with a smile, and left with a paper bag.

Dio looked at Natasha's back until she disappeared around the corner of the corridor, then he came back to his senses and said, "I've never seen such an attractive woman."

"I advise you not to mess with her," Steve said.

"Is this a warning between men?" Dio was a little confused.

"No, it's advice from elders." Steve patted Dio on the shoulder.

Peter made a gesture of spitting, expressing his disdain for being in the company of this playboy.

Natasha came to Zhang Ming's one-person training room, and he was practicing Huaguo traditional boxing against a wooden stake.His movements were accurate and fast, but his mental state was not as sharp as his fists and feet. Natasha could read the remorse in Zhang Ming's eyes.

Zhang Ming felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

This frustration did not come from the gem being taken away (of course there is a small part of the factor), but more because he felt that he had lost to himself.

Relying on the ability of the beep station system, Zhang Ming's comprehensive combat power is stronger than that of Proxima Proxima, but he still let the opponent take away two gems in the end.

It might be a bit metaphysical to say so, but in the final fight between him and Proxima Centauri, the competition is no longer about whose fist is stronger or whose weapon is sharper, but a competition of spiritual will.

Zhang Ming's will was weaker than that of Proxima Centauri, so his mind was imprisoned by the soul gem, and he watched helplessly as the other party took the gem.

"It's really ironic. At the spiritual level, I defeated a superstar who is good at this aspect, but lost to Proxima Centauri, who knows nothing about the spiritual field."

When he first came to this world, Zhang Ming defined himself as a "recorder". He would participate in some things and make some efforts, but the reason behind these efforts was to shoot materials that would attract the audience.

But as Zhang Ming's connection with the world deepened, he became "greedy" and hoped to do more things besides shooting videos. Hearing others praise him, he sometimes thought of himself as a "superhero". proud of identity...

But in the final analysis, I am just an ordinary person who suddenly gained strength. My body may be very strong, but my mental state is still in the past.Zhang Ming thought about this, and the movement of falling on the wooden post accelerated again. Suddenly, he lost control of his strength, and with a click, the wooden post was broken by a punch, and it flew out and hit the wall, sending sawdust flying around.

Zhang Ming waved away the debris, and then saw Natasha standing by the door of the training room.

"When did you come here?" Zhang Ming's upper body was naked, he picked up an undershirt in embarrassment, and put it on his head indiscriminately.

Natasha turned her head slightly, admiring the muscles of Zhang Ming's upper body. After he got dressed, she walked in, handed over a towel and said, "Since you're complaining about yourself, thinking 'why I'm not stronger, then Time to stop Proxima Centauri from taking the gem'."

"Thank you." Zhang Ming took the towel, and while wiping his sweat, he said, "I really can't hide anything from you. I have considered before, whether you are also a person with superpowers, and your ability is mind reading."

"I would like to have such a convenient ability, so that I don't have to travel around to work, just sit in the office, blow on the air conditioner, and wait for someone to send the suspect to me. Here, I brought you breakfast, I heard you I haven't eaten for more than ten hours."

Opening the paper bag, Natasha placed all the fragrant food on the table.

"Sorry, Natasha, I don't have much appetite—"

Natasha interrupted him and said, "You don't want to reject a lady's wishes, do you? This is the most authentic Chinese breakfast I've ever bought in several Chinese restaurants."

There was a dangerous light in Natasha's eyes. Zhang Ming was very familiar with this kind of look. When he was a child, whenever he was a picky eater, his mother would stare at him with similar eyes.

"Uh... well."

Zhang Ming said he had no appetite, but his body was still very honest.

When the first fried dumpling was stuffed into his mouth, the thin and crispy outer skin was crushed, the meat juice flowed out, and his mouth was filled with the smell of food, he forgot the "no appetite" just now.

Natasha sat across from him, quietly watching Zhang Ming eating breakfast with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Zhang Ming asked.

"I've been losing weight recently," Natasha said.

After hearing this, Zhang Ming was no longer polite. He was already hungry after the battle with the superstar and Proxima Centauri, and the high-intensity training that followed.

It only took a few minutes for him to finish the breakfast, put his hands together, imitating the way Christians pray before a meal, and said: "Thank you, Ms. Natasha, for the breakfast."

"You seem to be in a better mood."

Zhang Ming drank his coffee slowly, "It might be because I was too hungry and had low blood sugar, which caused me to feel depressed, and during the meal, I wanted to understand one thing."

"Understood what?" Natasha propped her chin with her right hand, waiting for his answer.

"Understood that I am an ordinary person who would be in a bad mood if I didn't eat, and would be easily lost in the face of setbacks. In the past, I mistakenly regarded myself as a superhero in comics, and used that kind of perfect standard beyond ordinary people to demand myself .

There are some things that you can’t do if you can’t do them. I’m not a perfect hero, and I’m not as strong-willed as Proxima Centauri. There’s nothing shameful about that.I just do my best and do what I can do well. "

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"What should I do? Heh! Ordinary people are bullied, what will they do?"

Zhang Ming drank the last sip of coffee and put the cup on the table.

"Of course it is to find a way to get revenge. Besides, this is the age of science, idealism, and the nonsense that you can win with perseverance and will will not work every time."