America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"The school posted a notice that we need to write an application to wear masks."

“Yes, I know about this.” Dr. White nodded to Li Qun.

"Okay, I'll get you the certificate."

"Is that all?" Li Qun was somewhat incredulous that their school doctor would be so easy to talk to.

"Isn't it better? Then I won't get the certificate?"

Dr. White's hand, holding a pen, hovered in mid-air as he turned from his desk to look at Li Qun.

"No, I thought it would be more troublesome," Li Qun quickly waved his hand.

"The mask you're wearing is very good. I mean, it's a very good type of mask, the best kind."

“I’ve seen other doctors.”

Li Qun thought that Dr. Banner could also be considered a doctor.

"Okay, here's the medical certificate I'm giving you."

Li Qun took the medical certificate from Dr. White's hand, glanced at it, and found the handwriting somewhat illegible.

"Can I borrow a table?" Li Qun asked.

"You can borrow it."

Li Qun was writing his application form in the school clinic, thinking to himself that their school doctor, Dr. White, was indeed a good person, and only a good person like him would come to the school to be a school doctor.

Dr. White stood behind Li Qun, watching him fill out his application form. At first, there was a sense of distance, but now that distance had disappeared.

"Your handwriting is so beautiful!"

Upon seeing that Li Qun had finished writing the application, Dr. White immediately praised him.

“Beautiful handwriting can win people’s favor,” Li Qun said.

"Yes, indeed, the vice principal will surely not refuse such a brilliant application."

As Li Qun left, Dr. White waved to him, and Li Qun felt that Dr. White seemed reluctant to let him leave the school clinic.

After going around in circles, Li Qun returned to the vice principal's office and handed the medical certificate and application to Vice Principal George.

"Very efficient."

Old George squinted as he examined the medical certificate written by Dr. White. Li Qun, sitting across the desk, suspected that the vice-principal hadn't understood the medical certificate written by Dr. White at all. The old man looked at it for a long time.

When his gaze fell on Li Qun's application form, old George felt as if something had flashed before his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, I was struck by the handwriting of the Asian students.

Old George glanced at the medical certificate written by Dr. White again. What on earth was written on this piece of paper?

The elderly vice-principal stamped Li Qun's application with force and also stamped Dr. White's medical certificate.

The most crucial part of this process is the stamping action.

The stamp signifies that Li Qun can wear his magic mask at school with peace of mind throughout the winter.

"Leon, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Go and eat something, don't faint from hunger in class."

"Thank you, Mr. George."

Li Qun left satisfied, walking briskly back to the school cafeteria with small, frequent steps.

Hopefully Peter and Gwen won't finish their food.

"I'm back, everything's taken care of."

Li Qun plopped down next to Peter, and Peter felt as if Li Qun brought a gust of wind with her.

"How to say?"

Gwen was very concerned, and she planned to be the second to apply.

“I took a few extra application forms. Gwen, you need to get a medical certificate from the school doctor.”

"Should we go straight there?" Gwen was just as worried as Li Qun.

"Go straight there. Dr. White is a very nice person."

"Is he still there after school?" Gwen asked worriedly.

“I glanced at it, and Dr. White’s off-duty time is 6:30 p.m., which is an hour later than our latest school dismissal time, unless he sneaks out early,” Li Qun said.

“Liqun, you have a very keen eye,” Peter said.

"But his start time at work is later than our start time at school."

Gwen caught the flu, and to avoid infecting Liqun and the others, she went to another table for lunch.

"Old George is targeting me."

Harry was expressing his dissatisfaction because he had just decided to join the trend of masked cool guys on campus.

“I asked my dad how the New York police viewed masked people.”

“He said either he was planning to commit a crime, or he had already committed one,” Gwen’s words drifted over.

"Look what they're doing? Tying scarves to their faces." Following Gwen's gaze, she was teasing Flash, who was playfully fighting.

Flair tied a short red scarf around his neck in a flashy way, and with his cowboy hat on, he looked like a young Western cowboy from a movie.

“This is a trend from the South, the bandit behavior of the Great Frontier,” Harry said, looking at Frye.

Former Duke Leopold served as Harry's governess, telling him many old Western stories.

"Let them do whatever they want," Li Qun said.

……

"The school is right; covering half of the face, especially the lower half, is terrible."

At Peter's house, Uncle Ben and Peter chatted, and Peter told Uncle Ben about what had happened at school during the period since the start of the semester.

Jameson hates guys who cover their faces.

Chapter 107 The Awakening Lion

People always reminisce about the past, just like how the New Year celebrations of the past were more festive than they are now.

Li Qun reminisced about the past for a moment, for at this moment he was living in the past, even though this "past world" was quite different from the world he originally lived in.

January 23rd is Lunar New Year's Eve, and Liqun counts down the days every day.

Every day after school, when I returned to Chinatown, the New Year decorations and atmosphere there were much stronger.

As the most important festival of the year, everyone in Chinatown puts in their best efforts to prepare.

"Liqun, your dad wants you to join the lion dance team. Are you going?"

"When? Where will you practice?"

After Liqun returned home and put down his schoolbag, his uncle informed him of the news at the restaurant.

During the Lunar New Year, there are lion and dragon dances. Li Qun listened to Shuang Xi talk about the grand occasions of previous years, when Chinatown was packed with people, making it incredibly lively.

"Is there enough time?" Uncle asked Liqun.

"It takes time to work out with your partner."

"Let's go take a look and give it a try."

Li Qun went out to find his father. There were two customers sitting in his father's pawn shop. As soon as Li Qun entered the room, he noticed that the other person had the air of a big boss, which was somewhat similar to the Wenwu Uncle he had met last year.

"Master Chen, this is your apprentice."

Upon seeing Li Qun enter, the old man and the two guests put down their teacups and looked at Li Qun.

Liqun helped his father rearrange the layout of the pawnshop's first floor, and now the space is much larger, allowing them to meet friends for tea.

One of the guests stood up and walked up to Li Qun in two quick steps. Li Qun glanced at the old man's movements and immediately sensed that he was no ordinary person.

"Call him Uncle Li, Uncle Zhang."

"Uncle Li, Uncle Zhang," Li Qun greeted politely.

Uncle Zhang walked up to Li Qun and immediately began to examine Li Qun's body, pinching and tapping his shoulders, arms, thighs and calves.

Uncle Zhang gave a satisfied smile.

"Let's go up to the rooftop."

Upon reaching the rooftop, one finds wooden stakes already set up for lion dance practice. The old man has Liqun stand on the stakes and walk around.

“I didn’t teach him how to walk on the stakes,” the old man said to Old Zhang and Old Li.

Li Qun lightly jumped and landed on the wooden stake.

"Go to the highest point," Uncle Li said to Li Qun.

Li Qun glanced at the arrangement of the wooden stakes at different heights, instantly planned out the route to step on the stakes in his mind, and lightly jumped to the highest point step by step.

"He has some talent." Uncle Li turned to look at his father.

"Li Qun has good coordination and strength."

Dad's statement was a bit modest; Li Qun, who diligently improves his various effort values ​​every day, is more than just good.

"You can come down now!" the old man shouted to Liqun. Liqun turned around, jumped, switched the positions of his feet on the two highest wooden stakes, and returned the way he came.

"Dad, how is it?" Li Qun asked with a smile.

“You will partner with Master Zhang. Master Li twisted his back while moving things, and he will give you guidance from the side.”

"Don't run around after school, come to the rooftop to practice," Dad instructed Liqun.

"I see."

Li Qun glanced at the newly rearranged rooftop. When Li Qun was at school, his father and two uncles had set up the practice area for the lion dance, with a red lion head placed on a table to the side.

"Have you eaten?" Li Qun asked with concern.

"We've been waiting for you." The old man smiled.

The four of them went downstairs and headed straight for the Yellow Crane Tower Chinese Restaurant.