Video bloggers in American comics

"Is something wrong?" Zhang Ming asked.

Daisy's smile was a little reserved.

She said "Hi" and sat on the right side of Zhang Ming around the fire, a little distance away.

Daisy cleared her throat nervously. "I heard that you are very familiar with those bastard... agents from SHIELD?"

"It's okay." Zhang Ming glanced at her crossed fingers, "Are you afraid of me?"

"Haha, no..." Daisy tried to cover it up with awkward laughter, but under Zhang Ming's gaze, her laughter became lower and lower.

"Kind of," she said.

Just now, Dr. Eric pulled Jane and Daisy to a corner and reminded them to stay away from Zhang Ming.

Dr. Eric had always looked familiar to Zhang Ming. When he was driving, he secretly observed Zhang Ming through the rearview mirror several times, and finally remembered where he had seen Zhang Ming.

That was the information sent to Dr. Eric by an old friend.

It contains information about Hulk, Big Boss, and Blonsky. Since they are all mutated by gamma rays, I would like to ask Dr. Eric to analyze the principles together with his knowledge of the universe and celestial bodies.

Zhang Ming appears in some of the video materials.

Dr. Eric quickly called the old friend who sent the information and verified Zhang Ming's identity.

As a traditional old man, Dr. Eric firmly believes in the power of the country and the government, and maintains a certain skeptical attitude towards superheroes who use lynching.

This attitude was also passed on to Jane and Daisy.

Faced with Daisy's nervousness, Zhang Ming picked up a small branch and drew a line between him and Daisy.

"I promise not to cross this line, so you can rest assured. Tell me what happened."

A shallow line drawn on the soil fell in Daisy's eyes, as if there was a magical power that dispelled the uneasiness in her heart. She opened the conversation.

"This afternoon, SHIELD used the excuse of 'protecting public safety' to take away all of Jane's research equipment and results. These are Jane's years of hard work... I heard that you have a good relationship with SHIELD.

, so I would like to ask your help to get the research results back."

Zhang Ming asked: "Why are you saying these words?"

Daisy stretched out her hand and warmed it by the small fire on the ground.

Looking at the swaying flames, she said: "Because Jane is a scholar who cares about face, and she doesn't know how to speak. I am studying literature and history, and I know nothing about Jane's research, but she allows me to stay here every day to earn credits.

Something has to be done.”

Zhang Ming nodded, and under Daisy's expectant gaze, he said, "After the matter with the drunkard in the car is settled, I will help you get the research materials back."

Daisy smiled and suddenly remembered: "There is also my iPod, which I bought new."

"And your iPod."

"Awesome! You are indeed a superhero!"

This enthusiastic American girl came over, opened her arms, and wanted to give Zhang Ming a grateful hug.

A small branch pressed against Daisy's forehead and pushed her back again.

Zhang Ming pointed to the line drawn on the ground. Daisy's eyes widened, thinking how could there be such a straight man in the world.

"Go back to sleep and I will help you as promised."

Daisy, who was doubtful about her charm, left angrily. Zhang Ming sat alone in front of the fire, under the starry sky, the flames burned the wood, making a slight crackling sound.

He closed his eyes and entered the Bizhan system. There were still six or seven hours before the mission deadline, so Zhang Ming began to process the recently shot material.

Determine video logic, organize materials, write copy, dubbing, editing...

He is already familiar with this set of procedures and only needs to work step by step.

The duration of a video may only be ten minutes, but the editing time may be several hours. If it involves some special effects scenes, it may take longer to edit with the software, and it may take more than ten hours to complete the rendering.

I finished my work and it was almost dawn.

Zhang Ming stretched himself and uploaded the latest video: "A 40-year-old man was forced to put on women's clothing by his host" to the system background. He closed the workbench and started to check the personal interface.

Name: Zhang Ming

Sex: Male

Follow:113

Followers:2778

Coin:9997

Barrage:1800

Number of works: 19

Ability: Editing (time limit 5 seconds), barrage launch

Skill: Generate electricity with love (level D, 1024v)

Equipment: Pinru's clothes (e level, fragment progress: 1/10), the hand of the King of Swords (c level - fragment progress: 2/3)

Traits: Trouble attracting physique

In addition, there are two barrage fusion cards, a skill card (given by Ollie), and several primary physical potions.

Zhang Ming's fans and coins increased a lot during the last Vienna operation, and the biggest contributor was of course the otaku reaper Miss Natasha.

I remember that when they first met, Zhang Ming still called her Grandma Natasha in his heart. Now that she can help him earn coins, she has become "little sister". I wonder if Natasha will be cold when she finds out one day.

Hum:

Ha! Man!

A video about Pure Land brought Zhang Ming nearly 100,000 views, and his number of fans increased by more than 1,000 in one go. Counting the 4,000 coins spent on roasted gluten to save four big shots, this video gave Zhang Ming a total of

Ming brought in profits of over 12,000 coins.

"Sad."

Thinking about the video of me going through life and death, it was not as popular as the video of Natasha twirling casually.

After closing the personal interface, Zhang Ming finally looked at the Prince's Road to Overlord series of tasks. The task time limit was more than two hours, and the depression index was slowly declining, and it had already dropped to 113 points.

"what's the situation?"

The sudden good news left Zhang Ming a little confused.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Sol sitting at the door of the RV, frowning, reading with difficulty with the help of a lamp above his head.

Thor...is reading a book?

"I hope I didn't disturb you." Seeing Zhang Ming wake up, Sol said apologetically.

Zhang Ming waved his hand and said he didn't mind. He walked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Saul closed the book and revealed the cover: "A Brief History of the World."

"Last night...I went through a lot."

Thor took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath. Under the cold night of New Mexico, a white mist appeared in the air. He stroked the book and said, "When I first arrived in Midgard (the human kingdom, the earth),

All I can think about is: who is right and who is wrong between my father and me."

"what about now?"

"Now I understand." Thor raised his head and looked at the starry sky, as if he could see his hometown in this way. A strong light gradually emerged in his tired eyes.

Zhang Ming didn't speak, waiting for his answer.

"What matters is not right or wrong, what matters is the result."

Thor said, "Under whose concept, the results of creation can bring more happiness to the people of Asgard. War is not necessarily bad; peace is not necessarily good. I was wrong.

, when he did not have strong enough ability and power, he provoked a war for which he could not bear the consequences."

He sighed, "Of course, these... are too far away for me who have lost my divine power. Now, the only thing I need to consider is: what can I do for Asgard with this weak mortal body?"

What to order?”

Zhang Ming asked curiously: "Your conclusion is to study?"

Thor reopened the book, "My father once told me that history can serve as a mirror. I used to disdain these things and firmly believed that fists can solve all problems, but after losing my 'fist', I want to recognize myself first, and then...

Find a way to help Asgard get through this difficult time."

The rising sun slanted down on Sol's face. As the sun rose, a crisp prompt sounded in the background of the system, mission: cheer up, completed!

Finally finished!

Zhang Ming put down the stone in his heart. This task was full of too many uncertainties. Being able to complete it before the time limit was largely due to luck.

After patting Sol on the shoulder and asking him to continue reading in the morning, Zhang Ming planned to go for a walk in the town and buy breakfast for everyone.

I found a McDonald's. It was still early, most of the residents in the town hadn't gotten up yet, and the McDonald's looked empty.

Zhang Ming walked to the counter, ordered a few breakfast sets of different flavors, and waited for them to be packaged.

Suddenly, deep in the corner, there was the sound of "snoring" and "snoring" drinking soup.

Zhang Ming looked over and saw that Wang was alone, sitting in a blind corner where no one could see.

He put on the mage's robe again. In front of him was a porcelain bowl, which was crystal clear and slightly steaming. It was obviously boiled water. He held a shriveled sesame seed cake in one hand and an ancient book bound with thread in the other.

.

He took a sip of hot water and a bite of sesame seed cakes, eating and reading at the same time.

Wang was so absorbed in reading that he didn't notice Zhang Ming's peek.

Zhang Ming asked the cashier at the counter what was going on.

The cashier said: "He came early in the morning, wanted a cup of hot water, and brought his own bowl. He didn't look like a bad person, and there were no customers at this time, so he was asked to sit in the corner and rest for a while before leaving. I think

He is still reading and maybe writing novels. Alas, he is so pitiful that he can't even afford to eat."

Zhang Ming felt that he had indeed made people miserable last night, so he ordered another breakfast, carried the plate to Wang Zai's table, pulled out a stool, and sat across from him.

Wang was biting the sesame seed cake and immediately stopped moving.

"You boy!" Orange magic waves appeared on his body.

Zhang Ming put a cup of hot milk in front of him, "Stop eating the cake, I'll treat you to breakfast."

"Do you think I care about your meal?"

Wang Yi's eyes widened. He had never experienced the humiliation last night in his life. "Even if I choke to death on this piece of cake and eat this porcelain bowl, I won't eat what you gave me!"

Zhang Ming pushed the hamburger and fried eggs in front of Wang.

"I really didn't have any other tricks yesterday. I don't need that little trick to disturb your mentality. How can I be your opponent?"

Under Zhang Ming's flattery, Wang's expression softened slightly. He took a look at the hot, fragrant food, and the alluring smell penetrated his nostrils, and then looked at the sesame seed cake in his hand...

Zhang Ming said: "We can't get to know each other without fighting, and we can forget our grudges over a meal. Don't you think so?"

Wang was silent for a while and said seriously: "Sure."

After he finished speaking, he thought of what he had said so swornly, and felt a bit slapped in the face, so he quickly added.

"I'm doing this for my junior brother's sake."

"Your junior brother?"

Strange should still be working as a doctor now, and Zhang Ming doesn’t know him either.

"Ethan." Wang took a sip of hot milk and let out a contented sigh, "When he came to Tibet to practice medicine, he was valued by the Supreme Master and invited to join Kama Taj. I once heard him mention you."

Dr. Ethan joins Karma Taj?

Zhang Ming remembered that before leaving, Dr. Ethan indeed said that he would travel to Tibet to find peace of mind. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a mage.

Wang remembered what Ethan said about "justice coming from heaven" and nodded, "It is indeed well-deserved."

"A prize, a prize, a prize." Zhang Ming scratched his face and laughed.