People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Although it was late at night, there was still a constant clanging and banging at Mr. Stanford's door.

Logically, carrying out construction work late at night within the community should attract inquiries from the community committee.

What? The construction is on the community committee chairman's house?

That's fine.

"Mr. Maurice Stanford," Don Quixote stepped forward and asked, "aren't you resting so late?"

Mr. Stanford was directing several workers to attach something to the doors and windows, the beams of flashlights and spotlights on the floor scattering light across the room.

"Reinforce this place again... Oh, it's you two, uncle and nephew," he turned around and saw Don Quixote and Livy in their armor, a smile spreading across his face. "Because I have to go on a long trip tomorrow, I urgently arranged for someone to reinforce the doors and windows today, to prevent them from being robbed again."

"Good morning, commoner!" Don Quixote called out loudly. "Don't worry, with Knight Don Quixote around, a few petty thieves are nothing to worry about!"

"Uh..." Maurice Stanford paused, then replied, "Thank you, Don Quixote, for your contributions to this community."

"It's my duty!" Don Quixote said loudly with satisfaction. "If there's anything I can help with, just let me know!"

"Anthony!" one of the workers on the wall called out to his colleague, "Help me carry that piece of tempered glass over here!"

"I'll help!"

When Don Quixote heard that his people needed help, he was about to rush forward to assist them without saying a word, which frightened Livy so much that he quickly stepped forward to persuade him to stop.

Last time, Don Quixote couldn't move the statue, so he went back and meditated for 10 days, during which he didn't sleepwalk at all. If he still can't move that piece of tempered glass that weighs at least 100 kilograms this time, he might disappear for a while again.

Under his persistent persuasion, Li Wei received another mission from him: "Help the people of the territory."

After carefully handing over the tempered glass, I received a reward of [Constitution +0.1].

After his physique reached 2.5, Li Wei could now sense that his heart rate was decreasing further, and it seemed to have dropped below 30. It was as if his chest cavity contained not a heart, but an industrial pump, with each breath carrying several times more oxygen than normal, delivering it to all parts of his body and continuously providing him with energy.

Since his physique improved to over 2.1, he doesn't feel too tired even if he plays the whole game. Presumably, he can now maintain high-speed movement throughout the entire game.

Maurice Stanford was also surprised to see that Levi could lift a large piece of tempered glass weighing over 100 pounds without any help.

"You two, uncle and nephew, have contributed more to the community than a whole squad of police officers," he said curiously, looking at Don Quixote. "Levi, I wonder what your uncle does for a living during the day?"

"He's currently a property management company inspector and accountant," Li Wei said preemptively, "but he might switch jobs after a while, I don't know the specifics."

Maurice Stanford nodded thoughtfully, thanked Livy and Don Quixote, and then continued to direct the workers.

Don Quixote and Livy, after their routine rounds, returned home.

The effects of high mental and physical fitness allow Li Wei to maintain his energy for the entire day with only 2-3 hours of sleep each day.

"I wonder if my physical condition and mental state after version 3.0 will allow me to completely eliminate sleep?" Li Wei thought. "That would be equivalent to having almost a third more time than others."

...

On Wednesday morning, the air at Franklin K. Lane High School was filled with the smells of marijuana, cigarette smoke, and something called "excitement."

The moment Li Wei stepped into the school gate, he felt countless gazes sweep over his body like radar, an attention even more intense than before he became famous.

Because Coach Miller—that old black man with a voice as loud as a megaphone, a heart as narrow as a horse's eye, and who couldn't keep a single secret—had already spread yesterday's events throughout the entire universe.

"Have you heard? That Asian kid got a 4-star player rating from a famous scout!"

"It's not just 4 stars, I heard that he only needs to walk around the training camp once to get 5-star player certification. That's a 5-star player! You can't find more than 50 of those in the entire United States!"

The news that Li Wei had secured a full scholarship offer from a prestigious university in advance, and even the rumors that he had already reserved a future NFL number one draft pick, spread like wildfire through the school corridors.

At the heart of this storm of rumors, Daphne undoubtedly contributed the most significant impetus.

As the most beautiful cheerleader on campus, Daphne was leaning against a locker in the corridor, surrounded by a dozen girls who were urging her to tell them about her romantic past with Li Wei. Although Daphne said that they were annoying, she couldn't hide her smugness.

As the first woman to sleep with Li Wei, she becomes increasingly proud as Li Wei becomes more and more famous.

"I told you he was special, right? He's amazing," Daphne said, playing with her newly done nails and deliberately using ambiguous language to tease her girlfriends. "That day he was really... oh my god, you felt like you were on a roller coaster flying through the sky."

"No way? Daphne, is he really that strong?" A girl with freckles on her face stared wide-eyed, her breathing quickening.

"Is it really that bad...?" another Black girl asked in a low voice, making a gesture with her fingers pointing skyward.

"More than that..." Daphne said mysteriously, gesturing to her forearm, "and his stamina... really, I thought Evan was normal, but oh my god, you really should see Levi's..."

She clicked her tongue again as she spoke, "I felt like my legs almost gave way and I collapsed to the ground when I first stepped out of the room that day. You little bitches probably have never experienced that kind of impact in your lives."

"Daphne, have you never been with a man before? Are you telling us bedtime stories?"

A cold laugh came from the crowd.

Daphne's face instantly darkened, and she stared intently at the person who had spoken.

"And... I heard Samantha was the first person he slept with," the girl added, oblivious to the danger, "Someone saw her go into the football team's locker room that day, and she left behind pink lace..."

Although that's how the rumors started—the mysterious underwear left in Levi's closet that day belonged to someone with a waist as thick as three Samantha's—it didn't stop the rumor from igniting Daphne's anger.

"Fuck! That bitch!"

Daphne instantly exploded. She pushed through the crowd and charged toward Samantha's classroom like a mad lioness. A fierce battle between cheerleaders was about to erupt.