People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Li Wei suddenly remembered what he had said to Don Quixote.

If you had my face, you would have died of an STD long ago.

It seems that this is indeed the case now, no wonder Don Quixote said "indeed" at the time.

He looked the two girls up and down. One was white, tall and thin, and wearing a short skirt.

The other girl chewing gum looked somewhat like a mix of white and Latino, and at such a young age she already had an S-shaped figure that most Asians could only dream of.

Especially her slender, light brown waist and her plump buttocks that seemed about to burst out of her jeans—it's estimated that if she sat down in a Latin dance, most young men would have to cut off their tails to survive.

Faced with the invitation from two female classmates to watch glow-in-the-dark rugby, even Li Wei himself would find it hard to believe he wasn't tempted.

He was a knight chosen by the system, not a monk. His improved physical fitness meant that he had to hold his gun while going to the toilet every morning.

However, the American way of doing things made him temporarily calm down and he did not immediately accept the two women's invitation.

Despite its bronze body providing protection against plague, it's still best to be cautious with this thing.

Moreover, Don Quixote's repeated warnings about the many tricks North American girls employ made Li Wei wary as well.

Just as Li Wei was about to speak, an exasperated female voice came from behind him:

"Samantha! Adaline! You two filthy bitches!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure squeezed in from the side, blocking Li Wei's path between them.

The newcomer was beautiful and wore a tight-fitting yellow cheerleader uniform. Her extremely short pleated skirt swayed violently with her movements.

"Do you two not have mirrors at home, or have you lost your minds?" She put her hands on her hips, her sharp manicured nails almost poking the mixed-race girl, Samantha, in the nose. "I remember telling you a few days ago to stay away from him!"

Samantha spat out her chewing gum and sneered, "Oh, look who this is! It's cheerleader Daphne! If you're so interested in him, what about your backup quarterback boyfriend from the starting team? You just dumped Evan like that?"

"Evan went to the reserve team and now he can't even play," Daphne rolled her eyes. "I broke up with him the day before yesterday, you idiot. Looks like your information is really outdated."

Daphne had no feelings for Evan; she simply enjoyed taking what others had that was better and was fascinated by the feeling of being superior.

Now that Evan has lost his starting position and gone to the reserve team, it means that while the Franklin K. Lane High School football team is away playing games, Evan can only polish trophies at school. It's better to get rid of something useless as soon as possible.

Moreover, it is said that the person who replaced him is a super strong man who is handsome and has a monstrous physique, and is currently the most talked-about person on campus.

She turned her head and looked Li Wei up and down.

When she saw Li Wei's forearms and the chest muscles that supported his short sleeves, her originally sharp gaze quickly switched to an aggressive and charming look.

As she looked up and saw Li Wei's face, she almost burst out laughing, then quickly lowered her head and coughed.

“Listen, Li Wei,” she said, tapping a finger on the firm muscles of Li Wei’s chest, “Hmm…you don’t need to pay attention to these bitches’ seduction. You’re the star of the school…would you like to come watch our rehearsal? I’ve been feeling a bit stiff lately, and I can’t even dance properly anymore.”

More and more people gathered around, and Samantha and Adaline clearly didn't want to give up on Levi, so they joined him from the left and right.

Can I stretch with the cheerleaders first, and then teach them how to play rugby the next day?

Li Wei thought for a moment, and seeing the jealousy burning in the eyes of the boys of various skin colors around him, who wished they could cut him to pieces, he ultimately didn't say those words.

"Ladies," he began, "um... let me go to my class first, okay? I need to go to my AP Calculus class, thank you..."

"Where's your phone?" Daphne suddenly asked. "Can I use it?"

She glared at Samantha and Adaline again, then whispered to them, "I'll teach you a lesson at lunchtime." She then took Levi's phone, made a call to herself, and then returned the phone to Levi.

"Call me this weekend."

She glanced at the two women with an air of arrogance, then left the crowd like a victor, departing with her followers.

"I'm afraid of her? I—"

Samantha shouted angrily, but then she swallowed the rest of her sentence when she saw a campus security guard walking over.

Not wanting to lose face in front of everyone, she slunk away, then, mimicking Li Wei's actions, asked for his phone number, made a call to herself, and then left with Adaline.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Li Wei finally made it to the AP Calculus class on the third floor after much effort.

The AP classes were essentially isolated in a separate space on the third floor of Franklin K. Lane High School.

A security guard was stationed at the entrance. After Li Wei entered the room by scanning the door, the clean and tidy walls immediately gave him the feeling of entering another high school.

The stench of marijuana and the smell of cheap perfume in the air had disappeared. Although there was still a musty smell, it was much better than the first floor.

There were even portraits of Einstein and Lincoln hanging in the corridor. Levi dared to say that if Travis were brought here, he probably wouldn't even be able to tell who Einstein was.

After entering the classroom, Li Wei greeted the teacher, gave a brief self-introduction, and then sat in the last row.

Michael greeted him with a glance from afar.

Soon, the school bell rang, and Li Wei officially began his first class after arriving in America.

However, this novelty only lasted for less than 5 minutes before it disappeared. The content of the class was already too basic for Li Wei, so basic that he could now calculate an accurate number without a calculator.

Judging from the content of the lessons taught by the teacher, he doesn't seem to be a very knowledgeable person; he's just coasting through his time at a public high school.

At least the mnemonic rhymes that Li Wei encountered in high school in China, such as the most basic "odd changes, even remains the same," seem to be completely absent in America.

He looked at his classmates with a bored expression: in the front row, a high school student who looked like he was studying abroad from China was taking pictures of his textbook—he was using Google's image translation software to translate math problems into Chinese characters.

Just then, Li Wei's phone vibrated slightly twice in his pocket.

He subtly leaned back, using the shadow of the desk to block his view, and swiped the screen.

An iMassage account with a Samantha profile picture added him as a contact and then sent him a message:

Samantha: [Levy?]

Li Wei: [Hmm.]

Samantha: [I saw something I liked while shopping last week, but I can't decide. Could you give me some advice?]

Before Li Wei could reply, she sent over two photos of the changing room.

Samantha: [Image, Image]

The first photo is taken from above, showing Samantha wearing an almost translucent white bodysuit.

Li Wei could clearly see the deep shadow squeezed out by violence, and the magnificent chest that seemed ready to break free from its restraints at any moment with each breath, a chest that most Asians could only dream of.

The second photo shows her wearing high-waisted blue jeans, with her back to the full-length mirror in the fitting room, leaning forward with her legs spread apart—the rough denim fabric looks like it could burst at any moment, and every seam seems to be groaning.

Her Latin heritage gives her a significant advantage in terms of physique, and she happens to know exactly how to take photos that bring out that advantage.

Samantha: [What do you think? Do I look better in jeans or a skirt?]

"Is the American way of life really this open and direct?" Li Wei thought. "This is a completely different circle and style from high school students in China. How can such a permissive attitude affect my firm Dao heart?"

Li Wei: [There are only two photos, they're not very clear. Any more? Send some more.]