America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"I see."

“I’ll find out if you practice secretly; you can’t hide it,” Banner said.

"I promise."

"Never practice on your own, it's dangerous."

"I really can't."

"I'm watching you."

The portal in the wardrobe closed, and Li Qun took out a hanging ring from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Li Qun felt a tickle in his heart, but he held back and kept his promise to Banner not to train on his own.

Li Qun went downstairs, circled around through the back alley to the front of the Chinese restaurant, and pretended to have come back from outside.

……

……

At lunchtime, in the school cafeteria, Peter took out the radio he had assembled from his backpack and placed it on the table.

Peter's radio station was much smaller and more delicate than Frank Sullivan's; the antenna took up the most space in his backpack.

"You can connect headphones or speakers for amplification."

Peter explained the various functions of his hand-held radio, while Liqun unpacked the insulated box and laid out the lunch as usual.

"Is it drop-resistant?" Li Qun asked with concern.

“It’s not durable,” Peter replied.

“It’s not waterproof either,” Gwen said.

“There are no instruction manuals either,” Harry said.

“Harry, operating a radio requires specialized training and a license,” Li Qun told Harry.

“I thought this thing was as simple as a radio,” Harry said.

“A radio can only receive signals, but Peter’s amateur station can transmit signals. If we had a large antenna and a license to operate a commercial radio station, we could also start our own radio program,” Peter said.

“In that case, we would have to start a company, which is not worth it at all,” Li Qun said.

"How can a radio station make money?" Harry asked Li Qun.

“Generally speaking, it’s about taking on advertisements and earning advertising fees. The more listeners a radio station has, the higher its commercial value, and the higher the advertising fees it can charge,” Li Qun said.

“However, making money from radio is a thing of the last century. Now, the niche of radio stations has been replaced by television stations, and apart from taxi drivers, there are hardly any listeners,” Li Qun added.

“Peter, your radio is taking up a bit of space,” Gwen said.

Peter put the radio back into his backpack, and Gwen rearranged the insulated boxes in a circle to make sure everyone's preferences were taken into account.

Harry watched enviously, still munching on his special sandwich, unable to join in.

"Hey, you've had such a big meal today too!"

The four men turned to look at the table, where Flash greeted them.

"Are you coming to watch our game this afternoon?" Flair asked.

"What competition?" Li Qun asked.

“What? Lyon, you didn’t know? The high school football league has already started, and today we’re playing against Vision High School in Brooklyn,” Frye said.

“We all have classes in the afternoon. If the match goes on until after 5:30, we’ll go to the stadium to watch for a while,” Li Qun said.

"Does Harry have classes too?" Flash asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I have a tutor at home, so I really don’t have time,” Harry said.

"Well, you busy people are such a killjoy, you won't get to see the cheerleaders' amazing performance."

Flash turned and left.

"Flash has changed his ways? Why is he so amiable?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“It’s mainly because someone actually knows kung fu.” Gwen said, looking at Li Qun, who smiled at Harry.

"Speaking of kung fu..."

“Liqun, Steve suggested yesterday that I strengthen my physical fitness. Can you help me?” Peter said to Liqun.

"That's easy."

“Peter, you can run to and from school instead of riding your bicycle,” Li Qun said.

“That’s a bit dangerous,” Peter said.

"It is somewhat dangerous; there's a high chance of being robbed on the way to and from school. But..."

“It would be much safer if I were with you,” Li Qun said.

"Are you going to run with me? It's quite a distance from Chinatown to my house, we'll be late, won't we?" Peter paused for a moment.

“It’s alright, we can try it tomorrow morning. Don’t be too surprised then,” Li Qun said.

"Can Peter manage to run to school?" Gwen asked worriedly.

“That’s a good idea. I’ll ride Peter’s bicycle and follow him. If Peter can’t run anymore, I’ll carry him to school on my bicycle,” Li Qun said.

“I bet 10 dollars that Peter won’t make it to school.” Harry pulled out a bill and placed it on the table.

“There’s no need to bet.” Li Qun told Harry to take the money back, and Harry glanced at Peter.

“I really couldn’t have made it on the first day,” Peter said.

“I just wanted to give Peter some encouragement. Hopefully, the way he's betting will help him stick with it a little longer,” Harry said.

"It's just a bit of exercise, there's no need to push yourself too hard," Li Qun said.

"Gwen, could you leave some of the stir-fried beef? You should try the other dishes too!"

Peter glanced at the insulated box, while Gwen ate most of the stir-fried beef with scallions while they were chatting.

“How can you blame me? Neither you nor Liqun were paying attention to your meal,” Gwen said, picking up some vegetables and putting them into her lunchbox.

"Can I still eat a little beef?" Harry said pitifully, waiting for Peter to feed him.

"I can only let you taste it."

Harry held the sandwich in both hands, and Peter placed a small piece of beef on it.

Chapter 71 Don't Die in My Class

On the school bus early in the morning, Flair rested his chin on his hand and leaned against the window, watching the street scenes of Queens flow by.

As the school bus drove past in the driveway, Frye turned his head in confusion and saw Peter running and Li Qun riding a bicycle. The two figures were quickly left behind by the school bus.

What's going on today?

Frye usually sees Peter riding his bicycle to school, so how did it turn out like this?

It was as if Peter had been bullied by Li Qun.

Fleiss decided to wait at the entrance of the teaching building; he needed to have a good talk with Li Qun.

He doesn't bully Peter Parker anymore, so how can it be Li Qun's turn to "bully" Peter?

Upon arriving at the school, Fleiss stood in front of the teaching building, leaning against the stair railing in front of the building's entrance, his gaze sweeping over the people entering the campus.

"Lightning, who are you waiting for? Is it Liz?" a friend from the school team teased Flash.

“No, I’m waiting for someone else,” Flash replied.

"The only thing that can pique your interest is the cheerleaders, right? Let's guess, Mary Jane?"

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Peter being carried into the campus on a bicycle by Li Qun, Fleiss's back left the stair railing.

Hey, you two.

Seeing that Flash walked toward Peter Parker and Lyon, the school football team members, wanting to join in the fun, followed behind Flash, their faces adorned with standard American double-row teeth grins.

“Leon, did you steal Peter’s bicycle? I saw it on the school bus,” Fleiss said to Liqun.

"Huh?" Li Qun looked at Frye in confusion.

Peter, panting, looked at Fleiss in shock.

Peter, hands on his knees, panting heavily and feeling a metallic taste in his mouth, struggled to explain to Fleiss.

"I asked Liqun to supervise my exercise..."

"Liqun would never steal my bicycle..."

“Really?” Frye scrutinized Peter and Liqun.

“Peter will continue tomorrow as well, just you wait and see,” Li Qun said to Flash.

Li Qun pushed Peter's bicycle to the parking lot to lock it, and greeted Stan Lee, who was coming to work. Peter waited in front of the teaching building.

"Liqun, I feel my consciousness is very active right now..."

"Steve is right, the human brain evolved for better movement..."

"Peter, you're talking too much. Don't breathe too hard in front of me."

Peter's legs were shaking like a leaf. Li Qun helped Peter into the teaching building and led him to the lockers, which were next to each other.

"How are things? Peter, your face is really red." Gwen's gaze lingered on Peter's face.

“Wow! Peter, you look like you have an allergic reaction,” Harry said.

“My heart rate is probably around 150 or 160 right now…” Peter said.

"You'll see a noticeable improvement after a week of consistent effort. Keep it up, Peter."

The first class was Dr. Otto's class again. Octavius ​​walked into the classroom and glanced at the number of students. When he stood on the podium, he noticed Peter Parker, whose face was flushed red from his neck to his ears, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Peter, are you sick? Should I contact your guardian?" Dr. Otto asked, though his expression remained nonchalant.

Dr. Otto was afraid that Peter Parker, his good student, would die in his class.