America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"He came from Run? Don't have too much sympathy for these people, don't waste your money on them. He can only run an interest class in Chinatown, he doesn't have any other skills," the old man commented.

Liqun scratched his face.

Dad is overthinking things.

Li Qun suddenly realized that he seemed to know only Bruce Banner, but not much about Master Wang. Master Wang had a face like someone from Aurora, but he had no idea where he was from. He'd better ask him tomorrow.

"The interest classes are not held in Chinatown; the address of the interest classes is here."

Li Qun rolled up his sleeves and showed his father the address of the New York Holy See on his arm.

The old man squinted at it, copied down the address of the Holy Sanctuary, and kept it in mind.

After Liqun goes to school at the end of the weekend, he will take some time to go to this address to take a look and check it out.

……

……

Peter was at Steve's house, and Harry came with him.

"I want to schedule a physical examination, but the hospital staff told me that I only need a physical examination if I feel unwell but cannot explain where the discomfort is."

Steve spoke with a worried expression.

"So, Johnny, did you get your appointment?" Peter asked, worried about Steve.

“No.” Steve shook his head.

"That's good." Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

“Johnny, what kind of physical exam do you want? I usually have my family doctor come to my house for checkups,” Harry said to Steve.

“Including blood tests, urine tests, and so on,” Steve replied.

"Why did you suddenly want to do this?" Peter asked.

“About four days ago? I was attacked, and the person who attacked me forcibly drained my blood,” Steve said.

"My God! This is terrible!" Peter exclaimed, his mouth agape in shock.

“The neighborhood isn’t very safe. Johnny, why don’t you move?” Harry suggested.

“What I’m worried about is that the things they use aren’t hygienic, and what if I get a disease?” Steve said.

"That's really difficult. To test whether you've contracted any diseases..."

"Hey? Johnny, isn't your next-door neighbor a nurse? Could you ask her to secretly check you out?" Harry suggested another idea to Steve.

“But I’m not very familiar with Ms. Carter,” Steve said, frowning.

“That’s easy. Just ask her out to dinner a few times, and she’ll help you.” Harry smiled.

"really?"

“Yes! Johnny, you need to have confidence in yourself!” Peter encouraged Steve as well.

“Ms. Carter is so beautiful, there must be doctors in the hospital willing to help her,” Harry added.

"I... I'll give it a try."

Steve's hands clenched into fists with nervousness just from imagining knocking on Sharon Carter's door next door.

“Johnny, you’re just like Peter!” Harry laughed.

“What does it look like?” Steve asked Harry.

“You’re all being far too shy,” Harry said.

“I’m just inexperienced, not shy,” Steve said.

“Let me teach you, Johnny.”

"Open your closet and let me see what clothes you have."

Steve followed instructions and showed his wardrobe to Harry and Peter.

Harry flipped through the items one by one, then turned to look at the nervous Steve.

"Mr. Rogers, don't you have a suit?"

Steve shook his head.

"The first thing is that you need to have a decent outfit; it's essential for a date with a lady."

“Since it’s still early, let’s go with you to buy a suit,” Harry suggested.

"Will it cost a lot of money? I just got my weekly paycheck," Steve said.

“Johnny, as long as the clothes fit well, you’ll look handsome in any cheap suit,” Peter said.

Chapter 66 Our Strategist

Steve Rogers emerged from the discount clothing store, awkwardly adjusting his red tie; his shoes were also a bit too tight.

He was dressed in a secondhand, old-fashioned suit, looking like a male star who had stepped out of a TV series from the 1960s or 70s. Women passing by on the sidewalk slowed down for Steve.

“It’s still missing something,” Harry said.

He and Peter stood to the side, commenting on the “captivating” Steve.

"What does it taste like?" Peter asked Harry with a learning attitude.

“It’s missing the scent of men’s cologne,” Harry said.

“This is necessary. Peter, you don’t yet understand the importance of this.”

"Really?" Peter took it to heart.

Steve stood at the entrance of the discount store, looking left and right for Harry and Peter. When he saw Harry with a big smile and Peter looking dazed, he quickly walked over.

“A red tie? That’s eye-catching,” Harry said to Steve.

“I like red,” Steve said to Harry.

“There’s a flower shop across the street, let’s go buy a bouquet for your date.”

"What kind of flower would be best?" Steve asked.

“Pretty flowers… I don’t really know much about them. As long as they’re not the kind used at funerals,” Harry said.

The three walked towards the flower shop, stopped in front of it, and were caught in a dilemma of choosing among the bouquets on the shelves.

"this!"

"They've already put together the outfit!"

Harry picked up a mixed bouquet, but the price of the flowers made Steve frown; it was a bit too expensive for him.

"This one."

Steve picked up three tulips; he could only afford the price of three tulips.

After paying, the three walked back to Steve's apartment.

Harry pulled Peter into the room, but left the door ajar, eavesdropping on the sounds in the hallway.

Steve nervously knocked on Sharon Carter's door and waited for her response.

"Who's outside the door?"

Sharon Carter refused to open the door at all.

“It’s me, Ms. Carter, I’m Johnny Rogers from next door.”

The door opened a crack, and Sharon Carter, chained to the door, peered through the gap at Steve outside.

“Is there something you need?” Sharon Carter asked.

"Madam, are you free tonight? May I invite you to dinner?" Steve asked tentatively.

"Um……"

Sharon Carter closed the door, and Steve heard a noise behind the door. Soon Sharon Carter opened the door again, and her whole body appeared in front of Steve.

"Okay."

“Oh!” Steve laughed.

"Here, take this!"

Steve reached out from behind his back and offered the flowers to Sharon Carter.

"Flowers?" Sharon Carter was surprised.

Sharon Carter took the three tulips and found that the price tags were still hanging on the stems.

“Mr. Rogers, where would you like to invite me to dinner?” Sharon Carter asked with a smile.

"Oh, it's in Brooklyn, an Italian restaurant."

"Let me change my clothes."

The door closed, and Harry and Peter peeked out from next door. Harry happily clenched his fist to celebrate for Steve.

“See! I told you it was simple!” Harry whispered.

Steve nodded vigorously at Harry.

"Peter and I will head back now. We won't disturb your date. Call Peter if anything unexpected happens."

Harry pulled Peter downstairs, and the two walked out of the apartment.

Sharon Carter, having changed her clothes, opened the door and came out. Suddenly, Peter ran up from downstairs, rushed into Steve's apartment, grabbed his backpack, and awkwardly squeezed between Steve and Sharon Carter.

"I'm so sorry!"

Sharon Carter glanced at Peter, then at Steve.

“My friend,” Steve smiled at Sharon Carter.

“I know.” Sharon Carter smiled slightly.

"Remember to lock the door."

Sharon Carter reminded Steve, who then went over and locked his apartment door.