People in America: My Uncle Don Quixote

Chapter 89 Agility 3.0, New Skills (5k views, please vote)

Around 3 p.m., Don Quixote stood at his doorstep, smoking one cigarette after another.

The cheerful laughter emanating from the surrounding households made him seem somewhat out of place in this community.

Bell Ridge has a significant Italian immigrant population, and compared to Onsa and other Latin American ethnic groups, they have a stronger sense of family, especially during this festival.

"Hey, Don Quixote," Mr. Stanford said as he drove by, "where's your nephew?"

"He's out chasing girls," Don Quixote said, tossing his cigarette butt on the ground and stamping it out. "He'll be back in a bit."

Stanford parked his car in front of his house and walked over.

"There's something I need to tell you," he said, gesturing to the lawn around Don Quixote. "If you have time during the Thanksgiving holiday, you'd better tidy up the lawn. You're a member of the homeowners' association, so you should set an example..."

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Don Quixote was taken aback. Having lived in the basement for so long, he hadn't thought about the regular lawn maintenance he was supposed to do. He quickly apologized and said he would clean it the next day.

"That's a small matter..." Mr. Stanford waved his hand. "The key thing is that there's another matter. You've been doing quite well with your recent holidays, and the chairman of the homeowners' association in the neighboring Dyker Heights community asked me if they could contract out their community's Christmas decoration activities to you."

As he spoke, he pulled out a matte business card that looked very valuable.

However, Don Quixote did not seem particularly interested; on the contrary, he did not seem to care much about the job.

"What's wrong, buddy?" he asked with concern. "You seem quite anxious."

"I...—" Don Quixote paused for a moment, then waved his hand, "Never mind, never mind."

“Come on in,” Stanford said warmly. “You can come to my house and share a turkey with us.”

Just as Don Quixote was about to refuse, a Cadillac Escalade slowly pulled up to his doorstep from the corner of the road.

The passenger and driver's doors opened simultaneously, and Li Wei and a teenage girl jumped out.

"Did you remember everything I told you?" Li Wei said to her. "That way you can see your father at least once a month."

"Mmm-hmm-hmm," Lily nodded hurriedly, holding a huge ice cream cone in her hands. "Mom locked me up, so I'm making an emergency evacuation."

"Fantastic," Levi exclaimed, "...Mr. Stanford?"

"Lily!"

Before Mr. Stanford could speak, Don Quixote had already rushed out and tightly embraced Lily.

"Ouch, Daddy!" Lily pushed his face away in protest. "Didn't you shave today?"

"How did you convince that Bi—" Don Quixote glanced at Lily, then immediately changed his tune, "Catherine brought Lily out."

"Mom locked me in the house, and I couldn't get out by myself," Lily licked the ice cream in her hand. "Brother Li Wei helped me get out."

"Let's not talk about that," Don Quixote said. "Was this the ice cream Livy bought for you?"

"Yeah, right." Lily took another big bite.

"Eating ice cream like that will upset your stomach," Don Quixote glared at Levi. "Come on in, Mr. Stanford. Can we talk about this after the holiday?"

Li Wei shrugged helplessly; he had already rehearsed his lines with Lily on the way.

Then he remembered that Don Quixote had said Lily's favorite was the hot and frozen chocolate from Pocahontas 3, so he went out and bought her a large one. (Chapter 17)

After entering the room, Livy told Don Quixote about it.

"That's too risky!" Don Quixote said, frowning. "What if someone sees you? What if that bitch finds out and I'm done for?"

"No, not at all," Li Wei said. "I've hired a very capable person for you."

,"who?"

Ding-dong! The doorbell rang.

Li Wei glanced at his watch. "Speak of the devil," he said. "Go open the door."

"Why me?" Don Quixote muttered to himself as he walked to the door. "Susan?!"

Standing at the door was none other than Susan, Don Quixote's current boss and major shareholder, who had been saved by Don Quixote and Livy (though Don Quixote himself was unaware of this).

"In the morning, Li Wei asked me how I was going to spend Thanksgiving. After he found out I had nowhere to go for the holiday," she said, noting that she had put on light makeup for once today, "he told me I was going to spend Thanksgiving with my daughter and invited me to come along as well."

She was holding a huge apple pie. "This is the apple pie I brought."

"Please...please come in," Don Quixote said hesitantly as he opened the door, feeling somewhat awkward. "Um...please sit wherever you like."

Lily came running out, instantly catching Susan's eye.

"Oh my god, if I'm not mistaken, this is chocolate from 'Scarlet Heart 3'?" Susan put down her apple pie, smiled, and squatted down to meet Lily's gaze. "Even in Manhattan, it's not easy to buy this; there are always long lines."

"Liwei bought this for me!" Lily held up the huge glass and presented it to Susan like a treasure. "Would you like to try some, sister?"

This "sister" clearly pleased Susan greatly, and the smile in her eyes deepened instantly.

"Thank you, darling. It's a pity I didn't know I had such a sweet little thing like you, otherwise I should have brought you a gift or something," Susan said, taking off her cashmere coat and hanging it on the hanger. "Is your turkey ready, Don Quixote?"

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"No...not yet," Don Quixote said, having spent the afternoon keeping watch at the door. "I'll go filler and oil now."

"You guys go together," Li Wei said, following Lily out with a Barbie doll in his hand. "I'll just play with Lily."

"So," Susan asked casually, spreading butter evenly on the turkey skin with a brush, "I didn't have time to ask Lily in detail at the door earlier, but what's going on? Based on my understanding of visitation agreements for divorced families, today shouldn't be your visitation day, right?"

"I was going to talk to her about it," Don Quixote paused, his knife twitching slightly. "Catherine is usually quite strict."

"In fact, the situation was worse than that," Levi said, seemingly unintentionally. "Lily was locked in the room and couldn't open it herself, so I evacuated her with her consent."

"Locked in a room?" Susan stopped what she was doing, turned around, and frowned deeply. "Leaving a child of about ten years old locked alone in the house? That constitutes substantial neglect or even unlawful imprisonment."

"Furthermore, in addition to demanding $2000 in child support each month," Levi continued, "she also demanded $5000 for summer camp fees, citing Lily's desire to learn horseback riding."

"$5000?" Susan's voice rose again. "I have friends whose kids go to equestrian camps, but it only costs around $3500. Besides, Don Quixote shouldn't be paying for all of it, should he?"

“Uncle has to sell his blood once a week,” Levi continued. “He also has to work two jobs from dawn till dusk just to barely make ends meet. And even so, Catherine refused his request to meet with Lily today.”

"Stop talking," Susan said, her brow furrowing. She wiped her hands, took her phone out of her bag, and pulled out a number. "I'll introduce you to someone—my divorce lawyer. She's always been the best in New York when I get divorced."

Li Wei was well aware of how capable Susan's lawyers were—otherwise, Susan wouldn't have been able to win so many cases and receive such large sums of money in each divorce, accumulating an eight-figure fortune in just over a decade.

"Based on my understanding of your situation," Susan said thoughtfully, "while it will be difficult for you to regain custody because judges usually favor the mother. However, by using this case and under pressure from the lawyers, we can force Catherine to sign a visitation agreement that is more favorable to you, such as significantly increasing the legal time you and Lily can spend together, for example, on weekends, half of the summer and winter vacations, and on major holidays like today."

"Now remember to call Catherine," Levi reminded her, "otherwise she'll call the police."

Before the Thanksgiving holiday was even over, Susan's lawyer sent Catherine a letter with a severe legal consequences analysis, directly using the "illegal imprisonment of a minor on Thanksgiving" as leverage.

As expected of a top lawyer who, after receiving favors from Susan, still managed to get Don Quixote to pay $2 in legal fees, he completely overwhelmed Catherine's defense attorney. Faced with the threat of intervention from the Bureau of Child Services and criminal charges of "child neglect," Catherine knew she was in the wrong and had no choice but to compromise.

Don Quixote won this time. Under the judge's witness, Don Quixote regained the joint legal guardianship that had been stripped of him, and even gained the right to reside in his home every other week in terms of actual physical visitation time—Lily could stay at his home for a full weekend every two weeks, plus half of the winter and summer vacations, and the right to visit him on a rotating basis during major holidays.

After Thanksgiving, December, the last month of the year, is here.

Don Quixote was simultaneously working on Christmas decorations for the Bell Ridge and Dyker Heights communities, as well as handling daily projects for apartment buildings in the Bronx, keeping him incredibly busy.

Li Wei doesn't have much to do right now, except for waiting to fly to the All-Star Bowl after Christmas. He's spending his days dating Anya and going to class.

"What's been going on lately?"

Li Wei looked at the drug dealer lying on the ground, twitching, and shook his head.

Since the beginning of December, there has been an increase in drug dealers and homeless people at night in both Brooklyn and the Bronx.

[Mission: Alchemy Maniac - Completed]

The alchemy fanatic before you was forcibly capturing nearby farmers to conduct cruel experiments to achieve his experimental goals. As a righteous knight, you have punished him; he can no longer force others to experiment on him.

[Task Reward: +0.1 Free Attribute Points]

Li Wei picked up the drug dealer's phone and dialed 911. He then thoughtfully called an ambulance and emergency services worth $6000 for him before disappearing from the alley, leaving without a trace of his good deed.

Looking at the system panel in front of me:

Name: Li Wei

Age: 17

【Strength: 2.0】

【Spirit: 1.6】

[Agility: 2.4]

[Physical Fitness: 3.0]

Free attribute points: 0.6

We've finally collected enough!

Li Wei was also a little excited. After more than a month, he finally met the point requirements for his second attribute again.

Since he increased his Agility to 2.4 during his last test at Yale, he has 0.3 attribute points left to allocate.

I got 0.1 points the first time I drove with Uncle Don Quixote, and I got 0.1 points when I took Lily with me. Now I've finally collected the last attribute points.

He tiptoed home, and amidst Don Quixote's snoring, Livy lay down on his bed, silently chanting, "Add a little more!"

hum!

Adding 0.6 attribute points at once gave Li Wei a feeling of soreness and numbness. Then he felt a strange barrier between himself and the world being removed, followed by a significant improvement in visual dynamics.

He seemed to clearly see the passage of time.

He casually tossed a few pens from the edge of the table into the air, then caught them one by one with just one hand before they hit the ground.

"If there were a fly in front of me right now," Li Wei thought, "maybe I could catch it with chopsticks."

According to his original estimate, an agility level of 2.4 was already close to that of an international master athlete, or even close to the world record.

Now that it has been upgraded to version 3.0, it means that it has reached the pinnacle of what humans can achieve in the field of agility.

[Phase 2 Completed: Two attributes reached 3.0, reward: +0.3 free attribute points, draw 1 new skill]

[Knight - Silver Body (Transcendent) 1/4] — [Knight - Silver Body (Transcendent) 2/4]

[Free attribute points +0.3]

[Agility detected at 3.0, skill extraction in progress...]

Congratulations! You have drawn the skill "Wall Walker"!

[Wallwalker: You can stand on any flat surface that can support your weight, regardless of the angle between that surface and the ground.]

This is the second incredible extraordinary skill that Li Wei has drawn!

He leaped off the bed with a somersault and looked at the wall in front of him.

This is a perfectly formed wall, perpendicular to the ground. Logically speaking, it's impossible for a human to step on it with both feet.

Li Wei took a deep breath, activated [Wallwalker], and stepped onto it with one foot.

It was a strange feeling; when he stepped on it, he felt as if he had become one with the wall.

He placed his other foot on the wall, facing outwards, and stood firmly on the vertical wall.

The slight discomfort in his core muscles made him realize that his current strength was still a bit too weak to keep him in a position for a long time.

I put the remaining 0.3 attribute points into Strength in one go, and the feeling only eased slightly after Strength reached 2.3.

His perspective shifted 90 degrees, and the bed, desk, and wardrobe that were originally facing him were now lying on his right. The familiar furnishings in the room seemed somewhat unfamiliar due to the change in angle. With a completely new perspective, he tried to take a step forward.

As you lift and lower your foot, the suction sensation is seamless.

Walking. At first, it was tentative walking, but then the steps became smooth, even leisurely.

He paced along the wall of his bedroom, from the side near the door to the window, then back again. The subtle texture of the wallpaper, visible through the soles of his socks, was somewhat rough.

He stood on the wall by the window, looking at the quiet night outside the glass and the distant coastline—the coastline that was now on his side, existing in a strange, horizontal posture.

"Hahaha," Li Wei laughed, "That's amazing!"

He walked around on the wall like a child until a bolder idea came to him.

He looked up, his gaze falling on the ceiling.

He walked to the junction of the wall and the ceiling, slightly lifted his leg, and then stepped upwards, his body tracing a brief arc before his feet firmly landed on the ceiling, his hair hanging down.

upside down.

Blood seemed to rush slightly to his head, causing a slight feeling of expansion, but his 3.0 physique instantly adjusted this discomfort, and soon the feeling faded to almost negligible (considering the previous discomfort in his core muscles, it seems that only 3.0 can perfectly exert the effect of this skill).

Gravity had completely reversed its direction. He was now upside down, his feet seemingly rooted to the ceiling, firmly standing on it.

The bed now hovered above him like a miniature, square, dark island. The desk, chair, and open books were all arranged at angles that defied all everyday experience. The chandelier beside him resembled a cluster of strange crystal flowers. The door had become a vertical opening leading to an abyss above. All the familiar objects presented a grotesque, almost laughable posture, as if the entire room had been violently spun 180 degrees by a mischievous child and then frozen in place.

"That's amazing," Li Wei thought.

As he walked down the wall, a strange thought suddenly came to him.

"What if I jump?" he muttered to himself. "Would I fall straight down, or would it feel like I'm on flat ground?"

To prevent his experiment from failing and causing trouble, and waking Don Quixote, Livy went to the top of his bed, making it 180 degrees parallel to his own.

He jumped lightly, and then felt as if there was an indescribable connection between his feet and the wall, firmly pulling him back to the wall. It seemed that as long as he didn't cancel the [Wall Walker] skill, whatever his feet were on was the ground to him.

When Li Wei's feet touched the real ground again, he canceled the skill. After the view returned to normal, he felt dizzy and disoriented. It seems that he needs to get used to this skill for a while.

Another week has passed in the blink of an eye.

Don Quixote was so busy today that he didn't even have time to deal with the burst water pipe in the Bronx building, so he had to ask Levy to check on it.

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