People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 83 The Body Is More Honest Than the Brain

Could this trigger any quest?

Li Wei looked at the attribute panel with curiosity.

You have acquired your first mount: a warhorse chosen from among hundreds.

[First time obtaining a mount, free attribute points +0.1]

You have received the quest: The Knight's Collector's Obsession

How can a true knight be without a fine warhorse? And a true knight cannot have only one warhorse.

[Mission Requirements: Obtain one warhorse each from the top 100, top 1000, and top 10,000]

[Quest Reward: 1 Riding Passive Skill]

[Free Attribute Points: 0.5] — [Free Attribute Points: 0.6]

Li Wei turned around and looked at the Cadillac Escalade ESV parked in the darkness.

System, you've really gotten arrogant. In your eyes, a car worth over $10 is only one in a hundred? What level would one in a thousand or one in ten thousand be?

"What's wrong?" Don Quixote asked, seeing Livy standing at the door, looking at the car. "Your first car, doesn't it feel a little different?"

"Now that you mention it, it's true," Li Wei said with a smile, "It's a very strange feeling."

"That's right, lad," Don Quixote said, shaking his head. "A carriage is a man's second home. It's the warhorse that accompanies you into battle, and also your safe haven. It's more reliable and more loyal than a woman. Once you get used to driving it, you'll remember what I'm saying today."

"You should go back," Li Wei said as he and Don Quixote entered the house. "By the way, Thanksgiving is still more than two weeks away. What are your plans for spending it?"

For most Americans, Thanksgiving is one of the most important holidays, a unique time for the whole family to get together.

Don Quixote, who was excitedly describing how many places he had driven to, froze upon hearing the word "Thanksgiving."

"Of course it's work," he forced a smile. "My career is on the rise right now, and I'm also planning to take over the holiday decoration projects for several surrounding communities so I can make a big profit at Christmas."

"Thanksgiving is a time for families to get together," Levi reminded her. "Don't you want to bring your daughter over to celebrate with you?"

"Lily?" Don Quixote's face showed a rare hint of panic and embarrassment. "I...no, I can't...I'm like this now."

"What are you like now?" Li Wei interrupted him. "You have a comfortable place to live, you have a decent job, you've turned your life around. What can't you do?"

Don Quixote was stunned.

For more than a decade, he seemed never to have considered the phrase "bring the girl home".

Spending Thanksgiving with his daughter seemed to overwhelm him more than the difficulties he had faced before.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Wei walked to the refrigerator door, opened it, took out a can of ice-cold Coke, and tossed it to Don Quixote. "You don't think your daughter will resist being with you, do you?"

"What did you say, you brat?" Don Quixote retorted instinctively. "She loves being with me the most."

"That settles it then." Li Wei unscrewed the can with one hand. "If you don't mind now, I need to go back and rest. I still have to prepare for my Yale interview."

He took a can of Coke upstairs. His current craving for dry calories had made him a type of person who could eat whatever he wanted without gaining weight. Compared to when he first moved in a month ago, Don Quixote had gained a lot of weight, while Li Wei still had a clear six-pack.

Two more days passed, and it was Saturday.

Anya sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror.

She had just lied to Aunt Katya. In fact, she had been up for several hours and was already dressed in jeans, a black sweater, and boots.

She even painted her nails dark brown to match her mood.

Mirror, mirror, my full-length mirror, who is the fairest of them all? Not you, Anna Sergeevna Volkova, at least not today.

She was consumed by nameless rage all Friday. She fell asleep in anger and woke up in anger. It seemed her life would be forever intertwined with anger. Levi had refused her offer to pick him up for New Haven last night; was he angry with her and didn't want to be with her anymore? Her housekeeper and bodyguard, Aunt Katya, had even recently advised her to reduce her meetings with Levi until his identity was fully investigated.

Oh yes, Suka, she has to bite the bullet and go to a Yale interview today, one she's not really confident about.

Nothing could be worse than this, and she should eat something now; she hasn't eaten a single grain of rice in almost 24 hours.

Anya had no choice but to stand up and walk to the small restaurant where she usually ate, to have lunch with Aunt Katya.

The family chef had prepared a sumptuous Russian meal, but she had no appetite.

Aunt Katya's back remained ramrod straight. Upon seeing Anya's attire, she raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

"I'll take you to New Haven later, Miss Anya," she said expressionlessly. "Also, I wonder if you feel that your current attire... is somewhat inappropriate for your interviewer?"

"I'm Russian," Anya said listlessly, fiddling with the dumplings in her bowl. "No matter what I wear, they'll remember that, unless I declare that I'm being persecuted by the Russian government because I'm a perverted gay man who is biologically female but mentally male and is preparing for surgery."

Katya's lips twitched slightly. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Should we connect Mr. Levi as well?"

Anya stopped stirring unconsciously, and her appetite seemed to return. She picked up the large shallow plate of pancakes in front of her and forked a few pieces onto her plate.

"Didn't you say you were investigating him just a couple of days ago?" She picked up a piece of crepe and popped it into her mouth, chewing. "Why the sudden change of heart today?"

"Because I couldn't find anything out," Katya said. "He seems clean."

The pancake in her mouth seemed to taste even better, but Anya wasn't sure if it was just her imagination.

"No need," Anya pouted. "He rejected my suggestion. It seems he has his own plans."

“Boys always need some self-respect,” Katya said. “Perhaps you have unknowingly put some pressure on Mr. Levi.”

"Really?" Anya asked. "What pressure did I put on him?"

This was her first time interacting with a boy; even back in Moscow, she had attended a private girls' school.

Katya didn't know how to explain to Anya, who was under 18 and already held $5 million in cash in a trust, so she could only vaguely say something about a boy's pride.

However, this did not comfort Anya. Looking at the Hudson River and the neatly trimmed lawn outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the gloom in her heart lingered like the morning mist.

Suddenly, Anya's phone, which was on the dining table, started vibrating violently.

Upon seeing the name on the caller ID, Anya's previously dim eyes lit up instantly.

"He called me," she said to Katya in a flustered voice, "What should I do?"

"Just be yourself, Miss Anya," Katya sighed. "Maybe he's just changed his mind?"

"Feed?" Anya deliberately pursed her lips, slowly answering the phone, "Who are you?"

"Where do you live?" Levi asked. "I'll come pick you up, and we'll go to New Haven together."

“My home is in Riverdale, on Palisades Avenue,” Anya said quickly. “I’ll send you the address.”

"How come I've never heard of this place before..." Levi looked around. "Oh dear, it seems I have to go all the way from Brooklyn to get there."

“Yes, you can’t get here directly from the main road in the Bronx,” Anya said. “You have to come down from the Hudson River Bridge.”

"Let me check the navigation..." Li Wei said, "Hmm... it'll probably take another 45 minutes to get there."

Anya suddenly felt a surge of appetite; hunger overwhelmed her, so she grabbed a thin pie, spread maple syrup on it, and popped it into her mouth, chewing it heartily.

"There's a problem, Miss Anya," Katya said suddenly, "the community police and security guards might be checking vehicles..."

It's quite strict.

Anya was stunned for a moment, then blinked before she understood what Katya was talking about.

The greater the wealth gap between different communities in America, the harder it is to meet. If Li Wei were really driving a second-hand Toyota or Honda, he would probably be stopped as soon as he entered the community.

She considered calling Li Wei to remind him, but then she remembered what Aunt Katya had just said and was afraid of hurting Li Wei's pride.

Katya sat opposite her and slowly took a sip of her black tea.

She had no intention of going out to pick up that boy.

The two people had a significant difference in income and social status, and Katya was not optimistic about the relationship. In her opinion, the best outcome would be if Li Wei could feel ashamed and back down.

However..

Thirty minutes later, Li Wei's phone rang again: "I've arrived," he said. "Get ready to come downstairs."

Anya grabbed her bag and dashed out like a whirlwind, leaving Katya to slowly clean up the mess.

Standing in the elevator, she looked at her reflection in the pure copper elevator wall, and her cheeks, which had been flushed with excitement, cooled down slightly.

She kept adjusting the hem of her sweater and quickly checked her dark brown nail polish to see if it was peeling.

Her heart was pounding: He really came.

But Katya's words still left a shadow in her mind. She began to imagine a rusty, dilapidated Toyota with a loud exhaust pipe, and even planned how she would rush over and unleash a furious rage if the community police or security guards tried to stop her.

When the security guard at the gate saw Anya rush out, he instinctively stood up to greet her.

However, the girl didn't care about any of that and ignored him, running away in a flash.

When she got out of the gate, she saw a huge, jet-black car, its metallic sheen gleaming coldly in the sunlight, turn the corner. It was much larger than her Mercedes-Benz G800.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Li Wei's face.

"What are you looking at?" Levi's hands were on the steering wheel. "Get in the car, New Haven isn't close."

"Li Wei!"

Anya's anger and grievances, which she had suppressed all day, instantly transformed into immense joy. She originally intended to walk over with composure and ask him what was wrong with the car, but her body spoke louder than her mind.

She practically skipped down the steps, like a fawn that had found the sweetest fruit in the forest, her boots making a crisp sound on the fine cobblestones.

She flung open the car door and practically jumped in, sitting on the excessively large leather seats. Although the stitching felt slightly rougher than in her G800, she didn't think it was like what Aunt Katya had described.

Katya, who was upstairs, also saw this scene, and her brows furrowed.

She took out a satellite phone and dialed a number in Moscow.

"Fasten your seatbelts," Levi said. "We're off now."

Anya suddenly felt hungry and wanted to eat something.

"But I have to say it," Li Wei said casually as he turned the car around, "there are a lot of security guards and police in your community. I was questioned when I came in. Maybe they saw my car and thought I didn't look like a thief who wanted to come in to steal things, so they let me in."

“This is how this community is,” Anya said, staring at him. “They have nothing. The housekeeper and servants have to go out and buy everything.”

"That's really inconvenient," Li Wei shrugged. "Unlike where I live, there's McDonald's, Burger King, and KFC."

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The more Anya talked, the stronger her hunger became. She watched as Levi drove past Madison Avenue and a hot dog stand suddenly appeared on the street corner.

She suddenly craved a hot dog, a steaming one with mustard, ketchup, onions, and pickles, preferably with some Russian pickles to cut the grease, and then wolfed it down in three bites.

However, she didn't intend to have Li Wei stop the car and get out to eat something, because that didn't fit the current direction of the movie.

In her imagined scenario of the movie, they should both successfully pass the Yale University interview today, graduate from high school next June, enter Yale together in the fall, and prepare for a grand wedding four years later, decorating their homes in Moscow, Paris, Monaco, London, and New York with velvet, silk, and fur.

Finally, they made love in every room of every house.

2:33 p.m., waiting room of the Yale University admissions office.

Anya had been sitting stiffly on the edge of an armchair for a full 33 minutes, while Li Wei drove very steadily, and in 2

She had arrived in New Haven, where Yale University is located, before the deadline, but when she handed over her application materials, for some reason, the interviewer did not call her in for a long time.

Anya could almost hear her stomach sighing, and she touched her belly.

I should have bought a hot dog then.

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