America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Living in Guangdong and Hong Kong, does that mean I also have to guard the Holy Land of Guangdong and Hong Kong?" Li Qun muttered to himself.

On Aurora's territory, General Ross was unable to capture Bruce Banner.

Chapter 47 Old Wang Next Door

Bruce Banner enters the Kamar-Taj Library.

"My king, I need your help."

“I’m looking for you. The two books you just took weren’t registered,” the mage king said to Banner.

"Here, take notes." Bruce Banner stuffed the dictionary and Journey to the West into the arms of the Wizard King.

Journey to the West?

"When did you start liking classic Chinese novels?" Wang glanced down at the book title, then looked up at Bruce Banner.

“I discovered the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) during this time rift incident,” Bruce Banner told Wang.

"what?"

“A young man obtained the Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), and he can lift it. I had Hulk try, and Hulk's strength couldn't budge the Ruyi Jingu Bang at all,” Bruce told Wong.

"Speak slowly, I need to sort out my thoughts."

Wang touched his forehead, somewhat incredulous that a magical artifact from a Ming Dynasty fantasy novel had appeared in his life.

"Your Majesty, why do you look so surprised?"

“You should be the mage who knows the most about this,” Bruce Banner asked.

“That’s precisely why I’m so surprised,” Wang said earnestly to Bruce Banner.

"Did you know that Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, is the most prominent mythological figure in the East, without exception? He is the embodiment of the spirit of rebellion and an existence that defies authority."

"That young man who got the approval of the Ruyi Jingu Bang must be very rebellious, right? Did he act like a monkey from Mount Emei?" Wang asked Bruce Banner.

“No.” Dr. Banner shook his head at Wang.

"On the contrary, the young man gave me a very gentle feeling. He was a very intelligent boy and remained very calm in the face of extraordinary events."

“Banner, how about we switch jobs? You can temporarily act as the librarian, and I'll help you guard the New York Sanctum Sanctorum for a while,” Wong said to Bruce Banner.

“I was also planning to keep a close watch on that boy for a while,” Bruce Banner said to Wang.

"Banner, you can't be careless with your work as a librarian. You have to keep an eye on every single book here. If the Monkey King weren't such a legend, I wouldn't have entrusted you with this job," the King reminded Banner.

“Wang, are there any better versions of ‘Journey to the West’? This one is a bit too difficult for me,” Bruce Banner said to Wang.

"I suggest you watch TV," Wang said.

"television?"

"Yes, you can go to DVD shops in Shenzhen and Guangdong to look for DVDs of 'Journey to the West'. They are much easier to understand than reading the original novel."

“I’ll try… but, Wang, could you lend me some money?” Bruce Banner asked.

"How much do you want to borrow?" Wang asked.

"two hundred."

"Here's two hundred yuan."

Wang took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and gave it to Bruce Banner. Wang then turned and walked out of the library.

“King, it’s nighttime in New York, and everyone in New York is asleep,” Banner called out from behind the king.

Wang turned back, sat down at the desk, and continued reading the book he had just been reading.

"jet lag."

“I’m going to sleep,” Dr. Banner said.

"Wait a minute," Wang called out to Bruce Banner.

“I’ve decided to give you a quick rundown of the story of Journey to the West tonight,” Wang said.

"Okay, I'll tell you about the incident in New York too. I'll skip over the parts that need to be kept confidential."

Banner smiled at Wang; he had a lot of content to skip.

The two sat down at the desk, and Bruce Banner used magic to demonstrate to the King the time rift event in New York. Banner's pupils glowed with a faint green light.

Most of the magical power of the Kamar-Taj mages is borrowed, but Bruce Banner is somewhat special; he borrows power from himself.

The Hulk is Banner's source of magic, and to this day he has not discovered the limits of borrowing the Hulk's power.

……

……

As the new day began, Liqun ate breakfast at the table, feeling somewhat unaccustomed to the changes in the figures of her uncle, aunt, and cousin.

For breakfast, they ate wonton noodles. Liqun glanced at his cousin Shuangxi, who was the size of a North American brown bear. Shuangxi was eating from an extra-large bowl, while Liqun was eating from a regular bowl.

Shuangxi devoured the wonton noodles in a flash, even drinking the soup.

Sitting opposite Shuangxi, Liqun noticed a glint in Shuangxi's eyes; he seemed quite satisfied with this morning's breakfast.

"I went to school; there's training there."

Shuangxi put on his rugby jacket, hat, and backpack and left early.

The changes seem to extend beyond just her physical appearance; Shuangxi's life at school has also undergone many changes.

"I'm done eating."

"I'm going to school."

"Be careful on the road," the uncle said to Liqun with concern.

"I see."

"Don't forget your lunchboxes."

"I've taken it."

Li Qun looked at the three lunch boxes stacked together; he was really looking forward to lunch today.

New Yorkers usually shower before going out in the morning, so their noses don't suffer much on public buses; they just have to put up with the perfume smell.

When he arrived at the bus stop near the school, Liqun got off the bus, took out a sachet full of coffee beans from his pocket, and smelled it. The coffee bean sachet was to help him restore his sense of smell, which had been tormented earlier.

"Ring~! Ring!!"

Upon hearing the bicycle bell, Li Qun knew that Peter was approaching him from behind on his bicycle.

Peter skillfully dismounted from his bicycle and pushed it alongside Li Qun towards the school.

“Liqun, I called you last night, but a stranger answered. I thought your phone had been stolen,” Peter said to Liqun.

“Peter, you called me? Let me see.”

Li Qun took out his phone and checked his call history. Bruce Banner hadn't told Li Qun about this.

“Then I called Gwen and told her that her phone might have been stolen,” Peter continued.

“My phone wasn’t stolen; I just accidentally left it somewhere, and I went back to find it later,” Li Qun explained to Peter.

“What luck! We managed to find it,” Peter exclaimed.

"Peter, you didn't stay up all night, did you?" Li Qun asked.

“Almost,” Peter replied.

"My aunt May and I went home a little earlier, while Uncle Ben stayed overnight at Uncle Frank's house. They were going to watch the opening ceremony of the Sydney Olympics together."

“We have PE class today, and I’d like to suggest that Ms. Dan show us Olympic games to pass the time,” Li Qun said.

In eleventh grade, Li Qun's physical education teacher was named Dan, a black man who looked like Shaquille O'Neal. After the start of the school year, Li Qun gradually figured out the personality and way of getting along with each of the new teachers. Dan was a very easy-going physical education teacher who never forced his students to do sports.

Li Qun suddenly felt a gaze fall on him from a distance, but when he turned around, he saw no one.

Chapter 48 Getting Closer to the American Museum of Natural History, New York

Who are you looking for?

Peter turned his head as well as Li Qun and saw Gwen walking toward them.

“It’s nothing,” Li Qun said to Peter.

"Good morning, Gwen," Peter greeted Gwen.

"Good morning."

"Hi, Liqun, good morning. Peter said last night that you lost your phone. Don't be sad, I'll buy you a new one." Gwen's gaze lingered on Liqun's face, observing his expression.

"Actually, Li Qun's phone wasn't lost; he found it."

“Yes, it’s been found. It’s with a good person,” Li Qun told Gwen.

The three walked into the school side by side, each going their own way to their lockers to organize their bags. It was only then that Harry arrived late.

Harry rides to school in a luxury car. Many of his classmates' parents work for the Osborn Group, and as the eldest son of the Osborn Group, he is subtly targeted by some of his classmates.

“I introduced a new job to the Duke.”

Harry came up to Peter and the others and told them some good news.

"What kind of job is it?" Peter asked.

“My governess,” Harry replied with a smile.

"A private tutor?"

“That way Leopold can legitimately live in my house. Yes, my house used to be his house too,” Harry said.

"What can Leo teach you?" Li Qun asked curiously.

"He taught me all aspects of 19th-century aristocratic etiquette, as well as French, Spanish, Latin, and horsemanship—all very elegant subjects."

“My dad thinks it’s great,” Harry said with a smile.

"Pretending to be something you're not at least can fool people."