This Marvel is weird

"Transformation"

With a low cry, the young man's hand moved across the roulette wheel on his waist. The dial symbolizing the king began to rotate, and the giant translucent clock suspended in the air behind him also began to rotate.

A majestic voice that seemed to come from the void sounded in the young man's ears.

"rider ti"

"Ti, tititixiu~"

After all, the clock did not continue to turn and got stuck halfway.

The belt fell off automatically, and the boy fell to his knees. His body felt as if it had been ravaged by electric current, leaving a sense of soreness warning him not to try again.

"Am I really not qualified to be a king?"

Reluctant tears fell on the smooth floor.

Empire State University, Lounge.

"Naru, are you okay?"

Putting the box containing the damn belt into his locker, Lu Ming heard the call of his friend Peter Parker.

Yes, that's Peter Parker, Spider-Man who likes to swing in the air, every New Yorker's good neighbor. Although he is not Spider-Man yet, the two are neighbors now.

Lu Ming and Peter, who moved to Queens in junior high school, became neighbors and good friends.

"It's not good, but it's not too bad either. Isn't that what life is like? You have to face it whether you like it or not." It's like winning a prize and traveling through time when you obviously just put up a poss to win two. It's hard to get it back. Goldfinger is completely unusable. Is there anything more ironic than this?

Peter shrugged. He was already used to his friends being low-pressure from time to time. Since last month, Lu Ming had been in a very low mood. If someone found trouble at this time, his injuries would be aggravated.

"Hey, man, don't be like this. A man who wants to be a king cannot face life depressed."

Peter habitually teased that his good neighbor was always much better than his peers in terms of academic performance and behavior. He was so precocious that only his childish ideals made people remember that he was still a child. .

Lu Ming, wants to be the king

Peter still remembers the roar of laughter in the classroom, the boy who stood upright with a calm expression, not caring about the mocking laughter of the people around him. He knew more clearly that his little friend had never changed his dream, and he still aspired to become a king.

To be honest, this sounds like a villain manifesto, in a time when every boy fantasizes about being Captain America and a superhero, this self-proclaimed King Lu Ming is the perfect villain for boys to scramble to try and take down. The evil forces then fell to the ground in tears one after another.

"I want to be a king, not a man who becomes a king."

"Oh, don't they both mean the same thing? Don't worry about these details. Look, I got something good."

"I don't want to see those damn white powders or other messy things in your pocket."

"If listening to emmjay's music becomes addictive, I think there is no cure for me."

Peter waved the two tickets in his hand.

"Come on, I'm too embarrassed to expose you. Did you go to listen to music? My great talent in science, you are clearly greedy for other people's bodies."

"I'm not, I'm not, I'm not. Don't talk nonsense. Although Mary Jane is indeed beautiful, the relationship between us is pure chaos. If you talk nonsense again, be careful I will sue you for libel."

The introverted science man blushed instantly, and the corners of Lu Ming's mouth couldn't help but raise a little. The little spider who had not yet put on tights and unleashed his hormones wantonly in the air was still very green.

Lu Ming's playful gaze made Peter angry: "If you go or not, I'll call someone else."

After randomly drawing a ticket, Lu Ming, although he had no interest in music at all, was still willing to accompany his best friend.

"Of course, it's always good to relax once in a while."

"The location is Peace Park Plaza."

"Wait where is that? I thought you were going to let me go to a stadium or a bar."

"It's just a roadside show."

"Then what is this?"

Lu Ming waved the ticket in his hand, and when he looked carefully, he realized that it was just a cut piece of paper with a lifelike girl Mary Jane drawn on it.

"Damn it, you damn pervert, why did you stay in the corner during the experiment yesterday?"

Lu Ming was also speechless.

Peter didn't give Lu Ming a chance to regret at all, and ran out of the lounge, not forgetting to shout loudly: "Don't be late, we will start at 7pm tomorrow."

In the Peace Park Plaza, I heard that there is a statue dedicated to commemorating Captain America, and it is also very close to the Captain America Memorial Hall. Even if the concert is not good, you can still go and see it.

Lu Ming was feeling a little better because of the failure of his transformation. Since he recovered the belt that brought him to this world a month ago, Lu Ming has been trying to transform again, but every time he transforms, It got stuck halfway through, followed by failure and an uprising from an unknown force.

Lu Ming could clearly feel the power hidden in his body. It improved his physical fitness little by little and gave him enough potential, but it was far from enough to open the belt.

Every failure is a kind of damage to the body, and you cannot try again for a week.

The belt was rejecting him. Lu Ming clearly felt the resistance. He was missing something.

Lu Ming has been thinking about this, even when he came to the club to exercise, he still couldn't help but start thinking.

The fist carried the whistling wind and hit the sandbag hard.

Punch after punch.

The boy with his bare upper body had well-proportioned muscles that could make his peers envious and coveted. His body full of violent aesthetics was the capital to protect Lu Ming from school bullies.

Sweat dripped onto the floor with every punch.

It chose me and brought me into this world, why is it unwilling to accept me?

why

A heavy punch without any mercy, the sandbag flew up, the rope broke, and hit the ground hard.

For a moment, the attention of everyone in the club was attracted, and people were surprised that this young man, who was only about 1.85 meters tall, had such amazing power.

The club leader rushed over quickly.

Mr. Smith has the muscular build of a boxing club leader, and his tailor-made suit cannot conceal his excellent figure.

One look at the scene and you knew what was going on.

"Everyone, it's nothing. It's just that the ropes of the sandbags are aging. We will replace all the sandbags tomorrow. Ming, come to my office to talk."

With a skillful greeting, Mr. Smith led Ming to his office, took out his newly bought cigars from the drawer, and threw one to Lu Ming.

"Ming, this is already the third time. Your recent state is very wrong. I don't dare to let you play with you like this."

"I'm very sorry."

Mr. Smith took a puff of his cigar and said, "There is nothing to be sorry for. After all, you are my best boxer. Next time, go to the private training room on the third floor for training. You can vent as much as you want there. If you If I break another sandbag, I won’t be able to find a suitable reason to cover up the quality problems of our equipment.”

When the club was on the verge of bankruptcy, Lu Ming reached a cooperation with Smith, who was down at the time. After going through a difficult period, the club improved significantly.

"Thanks."

Smith looked at Lu Ming, who was smoking one cigarette after another. He was a little worried about his cigar, and even more worried about this young boy. The relationship between the two parties was far more than just a boss and an employee.

"Ming, if you have anything on your mind, you can consider talking to me. Although I can't beat you, I am much older than you after all, and I can provide you with a lot of help."

Lu Ming thought for a while and said in as vague terms as possible: "Why do you think it recognized me at the beginning but is not willing to accept me now?"

After just saying this meaningless sentence, Lu Ming put the cigar in his mouth again, obviously unwilling to add any more.

Smith was stunned. This sentence went through his mind three times. Smith smiled slightly. Ha, I think it's her.

I have long heard that Chinese people are more reserved, but I didn't expect this child to be so reserved.

Smith became energetic all of a sudden. When it came to boxing, he might not be this young man's opponent, but when it came to relationships, love history, and celebrities, he still looked at me, Smith.