America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“My name is Liu Liqun, you can call me by my English name, Leon.”

"Li Qun." The mage Bruce Banner pronounced Li Qun's name with perfect Chinese pronunciation.

"Dr. Banner, do you speak Chinese?" Li Qun switched languages ​​and asked Bruce Banner in Chinese.

"I can speak a little bit of Chinese."

"Your Chinese is excellent!"

"Thank you, my friend complimented me the same way."

Now, Bruce Banner's smile is genuine; the smile he just showed Li Qun was the American formula.

"Let's speak English."

“Okay.” Li Qun nodded and switched the language to English.

"What's wrong with this radio?" Bruce Banner pointed to the radio on the desk.

"Dr. Banner, this radio station has reconnected with its past self, spanning thirty years."

“Thirty years…” Bruce Banner tugged at his beard.

"What were you doing on the radio just now? What did you change in the past?" Bruce Banner asked.

"I just asked Uncle Frank from thirty years ago to deliver a letter to my grandfather, telling him that he had to pass on his cooking skills and recipes. The only possible consequence is that he has an extra cookbook?" Li Qun replied.

"That's all?"

"Who did your grandfather pass on his culinary skills to?"

"My uncle."

Where is your uncle now?

“This address is for the Yellow Crane Tower Restaurant,” Li Qun said.

Space distorted in the mirror dimension, and Bruce Banner cast a spell to bring the Yellow Crane Tower restaurant in Chinatown right before their eyes.

Within the mirror dimension, they can freely observe reality.

"Has your family changed?" Bruce Banner asked Li Qun.

"My God, my aunt has gotten fat!!" Li Qun exclaimed.

"Dr. Banner, may I see the bathroom on the second floor?"

“Nobody’s in the bathroom,” Bruce Banner told Li Qun.

"I'm checking if my aunt's shotgun is still in the bathroom cabinet," Li Qun explained.

Bruce Banner showed Li Qun what was inside the cabinet; the shotgun was still there.

“My maternal grandfather passed down his culinary skills, and my aunt has gained weight from eating them.”

“I think there’s more to it than that,” Bruce Banner said.

Returning to the restaurant's perspective on the real world, Li Qun discovers that his restaurant has hired an Asian waiter, the restaurant is packed, and there are people queuing outside.

Liqun saw his uncle busy at the stove in the back kitchen. His uncle Huang Helou's face was no longer as round as before, and his belly was gone.

“This is no ordinary impact; at the very least, New York travel guides will list a really good Chinese restaurant in Queens,” Bruce Banner said, turning to look at Li Qun.

"What did other people do with this radio?" Bruce Banner asked again.

"If I answer, Dr. Banner, will you use magic to restore everything to its original state?" Li Qun asked.

"It cannot be restored."

“That’s a span of thirty years,” Bruce Banner said.

"It's just one or two things."

"Before history changed, John's father, Uncle Frank, died a few days earlier, thirty years ago. Uncle Frank was a firefighter who died in a fire while saving people."

"John was fiddling with the radio the night before Uncle Frank’s death anniversary when he unexpectedly got a signal from Uncle Frank from thirty years ago."

"Frank Sullivan survived, but what about the others?"

"John works as a policeman, and then he discovers that his mother, Aunt Julia, is dead. She was killed by the Nightingale Killer thirty years ago. Thirty years ago, Aunt Julia prevented a serious medical accident at the hospital, which allowed the serial killer to survive and kill four more people."

Bruce Banner frowned as Li Qun explained the case details to him one by one, and Dr. Banner quickly grasped the course of events.

"Today, Uncle Frank, who lived thirty years ago, successfully helped the police catch the murderer. John has a happy ending, and his job has changed. He has become an active firefighter in Queens and has also married his ex-girlfriend and had a son."

“We haven’t caused any serious consequences, have we?” Li Qun and Bruce Banner’s green eyes met.

"Anything else?" Bruce Banner asked.

“Some people may have missed out on vinyl records and baseball player cards released thirty years ago,” Li Qun replied.

"I need to repair the time rift before you cause any bigger trouble."

"Human desires will continue to expand. Once you've tasted the sweetness of changing history, you'll become addicted to it."

Bruce Banner walked out of the Mirror Dimension alone, leaving Lich in the Mirror World, waiting for him to use the Time Stone in the Eye of Agamotto to repair the time rift before releasing Lich.

Chapter 44 The Strange Dr. Banner

Liqun observed the changing aurora over New York in a mirrored dimension.

The levitation cloak carried Bruce Banner into the sky, and the blue-green aurora turned green. The green aurora gradually faded and finally disappeared into the night sky.

Bruce Banner silently returned to the mirror dimension, returning Li Qun to the real world. Bruce Banner stepped into the portal, which closed instantly.

"Wow, Dr. Bruce Banner can be Doctor Strange too."

Only after Dr. Banner left did Li Qun begin to marvel at the strange encounter he had experienced that day.

Li Qun sat down in front of the radio station and called out to the station, but no one answered.

The invisible time rift over New York was repaired, the miracle of the radio station disappeared, and history stabilized.

"John!"

"John!!"

"what happened?"

“The signal has disappeared,” Li Qun told John Sullivan.

"what?"

John was holding a can of wheat juice, but he quickly put it down and sat down at the radio station to operate it.

No matter how he adjusted it, there was only silence on the radio.

“John, the aurora borealis has disappeared from the sky,” Li Qun reminded John.

"Yes, the aurora has disappeared."

"That's good."

John stood up from his chair, patted Li Qun on the shoulder, and smiled at him.

Americans love to laugh all the time.

“Let’s wait for the next aurora,” John said.

John is happy now; he doesn't need to change the past anymore.

Li Qun went to the backyard and told Peter Parker that the time radio communication had ended. Peter was eating roast meat on a plate.

“Liqun, let’s take the amateur radio operator’s license test together,” Peter said to Liqun.

“Let’s make a pact: if the aurora borealis appears in New York again someday, we’ll turn on the radio together and see if the miracle can happen again,” Li Qun said to Peter.

"OK".

……

In the basement of the Sanctuary, Dr. Bruce Banner was casting a spell.

The crimson incantation transformed into a swirling ball of light between his hands.

Dr. Bruce Banner is currently casting the Kafka spell, which he intends to use to erase the memories of those connected to this time rift event.

Li Qun left a very good impression on Bruce Banner, and this good impression also made Dr. Banner wary.

Li Qun witnessed the occurrence of supernatural phenomena, yet remained remarkably calm, able to communicate with himself with composure, and even recognize his own identity.

The fact that the boy dared to write a letter and have someone from thirty years ago pass it on to his family shows that he had roughly figured out the mechanism of influencing history through radio communication.

Bruce Banner fears that Li Qun will not forget this experience and will search the world for suddenly appearing time rifts to satisfy his desires.

The incantation ritual was completed before the magic altar; the crimson runes turned gold, spreading out like a shockwave before disappearing.

Standing in front of the barbecue grill, old Frank felt a cool breeze, a memory he had forgotten about the wonderful experience he had had with his son on the radio thirty years ago.

John finished his wheat juice, crumpled the empty can into a ball, and threw it in the trash. He also felt a breeze, and the memory of intertemporal communication in his mind was forgotten.

Peter stared at Li Qun, stunned. He suddenly couldn't remember what he and Li Qun had been talking about.

"What were we talking about just now?" Peter asked Li Qun.

“Let’s take the amateur radio operator’s license exam together,” Li Qun replied.

"They're talking about this, aren't they?" Peter noted it down.

Peter didn't understand why he needed to take the amateur radio operator's license test, but since Li Qun said they should take it together, he figured he might need it someday.

Kafka's curse is a forgetting curse; it only makes people forget what happened. What has already happened will not disappear, giving a feeling of burying one's head in the sand.

"Kid! Come play ping pong!!"

"Let's see what you're capable of!"

Liqun was dragged over by middle-aged and elderly men to play ping-pong again.

Peter, relying on his youth and a bit of experience, won a few rounds against the older men, but their competitive spirit flared up and they defeated him again. Since they had already beaten Peter, with a little more effort, they should be able to beat Liqun as well.

The older men took turns playing, coming to the other side of the pool table. Li Qun never lost, which led to the older men taking turns playing against Li Qun, a young man.

[Beep beep! ! Stereotype acquired: A player from the Aurora National Table Tennis Team]

"Table tennis is a traditional strength of Aurora people, so losing to Lyon is not a sad thing at all!"