America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Dad: "(In Chinese) You speak very well."

Bruce Banner: "(In Chinese) Thank you for the compliment."

The old man turned to Liqun and asked, "Who taught him Chinese? It wasn't you, was it?"

“I did practice speaking with Dr. Banner, but I didn’t teach him,” Li Qun replied.

"Is there a problem with my accent (in Chinese)?" Bruce Banner asked.

"It has a bit of a southwestern flavor," the old man said to Banner.

“I don’t think my Chinese has an accent. You all had similar pronunciations just now. My accent was taught by Wang,” Banner said.

“Wang is the dark-skinned, chubby man you met, Dad. Wang is also a sorcerer,” Li Qun explained, and Dad matched the image of Master Wang to the person in his mind.

"The pronunciation in the Southwest region actually carries some of the accent from the Ming Dynasty, and Liqun was influenced by me."

Father and Liqun mostly communicate in Chinese, as it's more convenient, especially when Father is describing things in detail. Father only speaks to Liqun in English when others are present.

"My dad and I influence each other."

The old man's Mandarin would occasionally slip into classical Chinese pronunciation, while Liqun spoke modern Mandarin. Sometimes the two of them would even communicate in Cantonese, saying whatever came to mind.

"Have you eaten?" Old Man asked Bruce Banner.

"not yet."

"Shall we grab a meal together later?"

"Thank you."

Bruce Banner and his dad sat down and started chatting.

The old man originally thought that mages like Bruce Banner were immortal cultivators who could live forever and ascend to heaven. However, after learning more about them, the old man was quite disappointed with mages like Banner. He believed that the vast majority of mages' magical power came from external forces; they were borrowing mages.

“I’m different; I borrow strength from myself,” Banner said with a hint of pride.

"The wise seek strength within themselves, while the unwise seek strength without."

"Dr. Banner, do you know about acupuncture?" the old man asked Banner.

“I know,” Bruce Banner replied.

"Liqun, come here for a second and take off your shirt."

"Why are you taking off your clothes? It's too cold in the store," Li Qun protested.

"I'll teach you something new: using acupressure to unleash the body's hidden power."

"I'll take it off right away."

Chapter 100 Very Good Attire

The old man took a porcelain bottle from the counter, poured out a brown pill the size of a rat dropping, and had Liqun put it under his tongue.

Then he took out his acupuncture bag, took out silver needles, and inserted them into several acupoints on Li Qun's body.

"Take a deep breath!"

As Li Qun took a deep breath, an incredible phenomenon occurred to him.

Li Qun's skin was bright red, his muscles were congested with blood, and his body muscles swelled up.

"Dad, what is this?"

“Indian secrets,” the old man said calmly.

Li Qun felt full of power, able to break through the ceiling with a light jump, and leaping between rooftops between tall buildings was a piece of cake.

"what?"

Bruce Banner was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth.

The procedure that the old man performed on Li Qun was essentially a super-simplified version of a human body enhancement surgery.

"It's only temporary, right? What are the side effects?" Bruce Banner turned to his father and asked.

“Li Qun is young and in good physical condition. He can maintain his current state for about ten minutes.”

"The side effect is that after the condition disappears, he will fall into a state of extreme fatigue and need to rest well."

"This procedure requires a two-day break before it can be repeated."

Bruce Banner observed Li Qun, and the changes in Li Qun reminded him of his first transformation into the Hulk.

Power surges, destructive urges intensify, sanity declines...

Li Qun still had some sense; he rushed onto the rooftop and smashed a wooden dummy in front of his father.

Despite being shirtless, he didn't feel cold; his father and Bruce Banner, who were watching, even saw heat emanating from his body.

After the wooden dummy was broken, Li Qun changed his target to the hanging sandbags. Li Qun restrained his strength and hit the sandbags a few times, accidentally breaking them as well, and sand spilled all over the ground.

Finally, Li Qun took out the Golden Cudgel again and practiced it, adding some weight to it in his hands. After expending a lot of energy, Li Qun finally rested.

The swollen muscles slowly shrank back to their normal shape, but Li Qun's skin was still bright red. Bruce Banner walked up to Li Qun and felt his body temperature, which was definitely over 108 degrees Fahrenheit.

The old man tossed the clothes to Liqun, who quickly put them on to prevent catching a cold.

"He can actually stand up."

"Dad, my willpower is still pretty strong." Li Qun forced a smile at his father despite his discomfort, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

Li Qun felt that he was in a terrible state, as if Hulk had grabbed him by one leg and slammed him down a dozen times.

"Is it the effect of the medicine?" Liqun asked his father.

"That pill is just a catalyst; it only has a partial effect. The more important thing is your own inner strength," the old man said to Liqun.

"Let's go inside and talk!"

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Liqun shivered twice.

Just because he can hold on by willpower doesn't mean he has to stubbornly endure it on the rooftop.

Back in the warm room, Li Qun sat down to rest. The redness on his skin caused by blood congestion gradually faded over time, but his arms and knuckles were still red.

The old man took out a bottle of medicinal wine and applied it to Liqun's hands, rubbing it in as he applied it, otherwise Liqun's hands would swell up after a while.

"Dad, I'm starting to feel pain."

"The pills I gave you at the beginning had some anesthetic properties, and now their effects are starting to wear off," Dad replied.

“This medicine…” Bruce Banner picked up the porcelain bottle and smelled it. A strong herbal scent filled his nostrils, giving Banner the feeling of pure, natural medicine.

"Won't it be addictive?" Bruce Banner asked a very serious question.

"Never mind whether you can do it or not, constantly stimulating your potential will shorten your lifespan," the old man said.

"Dad, did I just shorten my lifespan?" Li Qun asked.

"Don't be afraid, your dad is here. He'll make it up for you. He'll give you sweet egg soup every day."

"Sweet egg soup?" Li Qun stuck out his tongue.

Li Qun had eaten his father's sweet egg soup. Every time he ate it, he would only eat the egg and not drink the sweet soup. The sweet brown sugar soup was as sweet as syrup.

After resting for a while, Bruce Banner checked Li Qun's temperature again and found that Li Qun's temperature had returned to normal.

Bruce Banner reached out and pinched and pressed the spot where Li Qun had received acupuncture from his father, asking Li Qun how he felt, just like being interviewed by a doctor.

"I'm sure I can get a good night's sleep tonight, and I can sleep for a long time." Li Qun felt the sensation of his body being pushed to its limits for the first time in a long time. He hadn't felt this feeling for a whole semester.

On days when he needs to go to school, Liqun will not exercise to the point of exhaustion; he needs to maintain a good mental and physical condition to go to school.

Bruce Banner was brainstorming.

His most time-consuming research was on how to enhance human capabilities.

The human body has its limits.

In daily activities, people do not need to use or touch upon this extreme state.

Only under external stimulation can a person approach their limit.

In the past, Bruce Banner would have been eager to investigate the effects of his father's Indian secrets on the human body, but now he no longer has that curiosity.

What is he here for today?

Bruce Banner thought back for a moment.

Banner recalled that he hadn't come to have an academic exchange with his father.

"You can start cooking now." Dad glanced at the wall clock and went upstairs to cook.

"I need to go back to the restaurant too."

Li Qun, carrying the insulated food container, dragged his tired body out of the pawnshop and returned half an hour later. Back at his father's place, Li Qun put the food from the container onto a plate and served it. His father then cooked two more dishes, and while he was cooking, the rice in the rice cooker was also ready.

"A simple home-cooked meal."

Bruce Banner sat down at the table, and his father poured him a small glass of his homemade liquor, the alcohol content of which was unknown, but it was quite intoxicating.

Banner took a small sip and felt the alcohol burn as it traveled from his mouth down his esophagus into his stomach, and his face quickly turned red.

"I can't get drunk," Banner said, blushing.

"Just a small cup." The old man smiled at Banner.

Banner finished his small glass and felt he might sleep like a log tonight, but that was unlikely.

Even without transforming into the Hulk, Bruce Banner's body was still quite strange. By the time he finished eating, the redness on Banner's face had subsided, and the alcohol no longer affected him.

After finishing his meal, Banner opened the door himself and returned to the Holy of Holies.

“He can hold his liquor quite well, so we can invite him over for drinks often,” the old man said to Liqun.

Chapter 101 is actually set in 2001.

Li Qun opened the Christmas gift Harry had given him; inside was the recently published "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire".

When Li Qun took "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" out of the wrapping paper, he felt it was magical. Harry Osborn had given him a copy of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire". Would Harry imagine himself as Harry Potter when he read the book?

Li Qun had never read the original Harry Potter books, only seen the movies. The Harry Potter films were frequently re-broadcast on television, which is why Li Qun always remembered the plot.