America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Yes, yes, yes."

“Dr. Otto, I really haven’t encountered any trouble.”

“I hope you’re not lying,” Dr. Otto said earnestly.

“You are a smart and good student, but I don’t like your cleverness. Cleverness will only harm you. You should tell the truth.”

“If you tell me you need help, no one can bother you,” Dr. Otto said, looking into Li Qun’s eyes.

When Li Qun looked into Dr. Otto's eyes, he realized that he had developed a deep teacher-student relationship with Dr. Otto without even realizing it.

"Liqun!!"

Peter shouted behind Li Qun and Otto, waving as he ran over.

“Dr. Otto…” Peter grinned at Dr. Otto, Peter was never good with words.

"What's wrong? Any extra homework?" Peter asked jokingly, a question he had racked his brains to come up with.

“If you want extra homework, I have plenty to assign you, Peter.” Dr. Otto glanced at Peter, who instantly felt a chill run down his spine.

“Listen, you two.”

Dr. Otto, one hand in his trench coat pocket, twisted his waist and looked around. A police car was parked across the street. He suddenly felt a little angry; why hadn't the officers in the police car noticed his student?

"Don't walk alone after school; try to find a companion."

“Dr. Otto, we understand.” Peter nodded.

Dr. Otto pulled his hand away and glanced at his watch.

"Do you need me to take you home?"

“No, no need, Dr. Otto. We can go home ourselves, we can go home,” Li Qun repeatedly emphasized.

"Ok."

"You go."

Otto waved to Li Qun and Peter, signaling them to leave, and stood there watching them walk away.

Peter, sensing that Dr. Otto could no longer hear them, asked, "Liqun, what's going on?"

"I was talking to my tutor, and Dr. Otto thought I was in trouble and kindly came to my rescue."

“My after-school math teacher looks a bit fierce, and Dr. Otto has a misunderstanding,” Li Qun explained to Peter.

"You need an extracurricular math tutor?" Peter looked Li Qun up and down carefully.

"Of course I need a teacher to learn the university-level math, I'm not a genius."

“Who can be considered a genius?” Peter stopped and asked Li Qun.

"Someone like Bruce Banner is a genius."

Chapter 103 Allergic to Air

Li Qun carried a box of roast duck out of the portal and into the Sanctuary, where he stood before the King and Banner.

“I can eat the most authentic roast duck anytime, whether it’s Yiliang roast duck or Nanjing roast duck. I won’t be bribed by you just because of a roast duck,” Wang said seriously.

"Why not eat free roast duck?" Li Qun said.

Li Qun opened the box, poured the sweet sauce over the roast duck, pushed the duck in front of Bruce Banner and Wang, and picked up a duck wing to gnaw on.

"I can now use the portal perfectly."

Li Qun gnawed the roasted duck wings down to the bones, then tossed the bones into the newly opened miniature portal that led to the kitchen trash can.

"Master Wang, you have no idea how awful the air is in our classroom. I opened a portal in the desk drawer just so I could breathe some fresh air."

"How bad does it smell?" Wang asked.

"Like this..."

Wang grabbed Li Qun's hand, preventing him from opening the portal and sending the unpleasant odor to them.

“We can go experience the New York subway,” Li Qun said, looking into Wang’s eyes.

"Is what he said true?" Wang asked Banner, who was gnawing on a roasted duck leg.

“Waaah…” Bruce Banner nodded.

“That’s what it means to be human.” Banner smiled at Wang.

“I don’t think this reason is sufficient,” Wang said to Liqun.

"Master Wang, do you have any magic to freshen the air? Otherwise, I'll still secretly open the portal during class tomorrow," Li Qun said.

"That's not how you use a teleportation portal." Wang looked at Li Qun very seriously. He then glared at Banner, who put down the duck meat in his hand and listened attentively to what he was saying.

"When we use the portal spell, most of the time it's just to get to a place faster, rather than to connect two places."

"The portal will disrupt the integrity of the real world. If it is maintained for too long, it may not be possible to close the portal completely."

Do you know how terrifying it is when a tiny, imperceptible wormhole exists in a space where people come and go?

"As people move, tiny wormholes will be drawn into lines, disrupting the integrity of life in space and cutting people into pieces."

"To repair such a tiny wormhole, we have to use a magnifying glass to search for it bit by bit, as it may even move around due to gravity."

Wang also used magic to vividly and realistically present the phenomena he had just described to Liqun and Banner.

"This situation must be due to the person who cast the spell being unskilled," Li Qun asked the king.

“In Wang’s eyes, Liqun, you are just an incompetent sorcerer,” Banner said to Liqun.

"Is the portal spell really that powerful?"

"If I open a portal parallel to the ground for a person, can I split that person in two?" Li Qun asked.

“Teleportation is a very sophisticated spell. The situation you described can only be achieved if you are extremely familiar with the spell and possess strong willpower and mental strength,” Wang said.

"Is this something I can say?"

Bruce Banner glanced at the king with a dazed look, and the king realized he had said something he shouldn't have.

Such a dangerous operation should not have been disclosed to Liqun.

"Anyway, he doesn't have that much magical power to open a portal from inside a person's body."

Wang snorted coldly.

"I really don't want to talk about topics involving racial discrimination, but I really can't stand the body odor of some of my classmates."

“In the summer, it’s hot and everyone sweats. I can tolerate it if the classroom windows are open for ventilation, but in the winter, those guys don’t like to shower. Using deodorant and perfume is just adding another layer of odor to cover it up,” Li Qun complained.

"This is not a problem that your classmate should have to deal with."

“The deeper reason is that your classmate’s water pipes have a limited water valve, which restricts the water flow when they shower. It’s easy to catch a cold when showering in winter. I’ve experienced that pain firsthand,” Bruce Banner said earnestly to Li Qun.

"Water limiting valve...why would you install this on your home's water pipes?" Liqun was very confused.

“New York is a megacity with a population of tens of millions. If we don’t control the water usage of every household, do you think the New York waterworks can supply enough water?” Banner asked Li Qun rhetorically.

"New York was built a bit too early, which has led to its infrastructure failing to keep up with the needs of people's lives in the modern era."

"The mayor of New York City has never had the courage or ability to upgrade the city's infrastructure, and problems in all aspects have been delayed again and again."

"Why can't I feel the water restrictor valve at my uncle's house?" Li Qun asked.

"Do you think an Asian family that can remove a smoke alarm can't remove a water restrictor valve on their pipes?" Banner asked.

"Chinatown is a city within a city, with its own rules, especially the street where you live."

"Ok."

"Let's go back to my original question."

“I need a way to breathe air,” Li Qun said to the two monks.

“Let me think about it…” Bruce Banner stroked his chin.

"How is your relationship with the school teachers?" Dr. Banner asked.

"Is it alright?"

“Wang and I will make you a mask. Wear it to school and tell your teacher you have an air allergy,” Banner said.

"When will it be ready?" Li Qun asked.

“Just as fast as you repaired Dad’s wooden dummy,” Banner replied.

Li Qun damaged his father's wooden dummy and sandbags, but he quickly repaired them himself.

Bruce Banner went out and bought a medical-grade mask, not the kind of disposable medical mask you can just buy at a pharmacy.

Banner then went to the Kamar-Taj Library and found a book, using its contents as the theoretical basis for making the magic mask, and had the king work with him on it.

Bruce Banner condensed spells in mid-air, causing them to react continuously and achieve a cyclical effect of air purification.

It took Bruce Banner a full two hours to complete this amazing design.

“This mask has an independent breathing space, which stores the gas that you need to breathe. All the gas you inhale and exhale will be in this space. You can think of it as an oxygen cylinder shaped like a mask. It will never suffocate you.” Banner said as he handed the completed magic mask to Li Qun.

"I thought it was filtering the smell of the gas in my space." Li Qun put on the magic mask, which completely covered the lower half of his face.

Li Qun tried to breathe and could not feel any foreign object obstructing his breathing.

Chapter 104 Yes, what should we eat?

It has no breathing valve, fits snugly to the face, and is entirely white. When Peter saw Liqun coming to school wearing a magic mask, he was startled.

"You got hit?"

Peter's first reaction was not to ask if Li Qun was sick; Peter assumed that Li Qun was wearing a mask to cover the marks on his face from the beating.

The magic mask perfectly covered the lower half of Li Qun's face, where injuries were mostly around the mouth and nose.

"No." Li Qun's voice was muffled as he spoke through his mask, but it was still clear what he was saying.

"Really?"

Li Qun and Peter stood at the entrance of the teaching building, because the campus of Midtown High School was semi-open, and the entrance of the teaching building was equivalent to the school gate.