America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“For a test of courage, you have to go to a real location. Nothing beats an abandoned house in the suburbs or a deserted factory,” Gwen said.

"Let's take a break."

“It’s winter now, not the time to hold a test of courage,” Li Qun said.

“That’s right. In winter, it would be terrible to slip on the ice while trying to escape a ghost.” Harry thought for a moment.

“What Liqun means is that there are people in these places, but there are more people in the winter, and there are also people in the summer,” Gwen told Harry.

Who could it be?

“Homeless people,” Gwen said.

"These people are more terrifying than ghosts? Maybe." Harry was still thinking.

Last year, homeless people were forcibly sent to shelters. After that point, there were far fewer homeless people living in New York shelters, and fewer people could be seen on the streets.

"How much homework did the teacher assign last week?"

Harry tensed up when Liqun and Peter started talking about homework; he couldn't remember if he had brought it to school.

Norman Osborne donated to Midtown High and was also a member of the Parents' Committee. Even if Harry didn't hand in his homework, the teachers would turn a blind eye, but he couldn't stand the way other people looked at him.

Harry quickly checked his backpack and felt relieved when he saw his workbook inside.

“Before I asked for leave, all my teachers told me that I would submit the assignments separately.”

"There wasn't much homework last week."

To be honest, Li Qun had already finished self-studying the textbook content for this semester. During class, Li Qun only wanted to know the differences between his self-study and the content taught by the teacher. In a fifty-minute class, Li Qun found that the teacher's lectures didn't have anything special, so he would do his own thing.

Li Qun planned to finish last week's homework during class and hand it in after class.

……

"Liqun, I know history is one of your strengths, but my classes can't be this boring, can they?"

After the history class ended, the other students left the classroom, and Liqun walked to the teacher's desk and placed the homework he had made up in front of Teacher David.

“Mr. David, doesn’t this mean that I’ve been keeping up with your teaching pace even when I’m on leave? I just haven’t had time to do my homework,” Li Qun said.

"Well said, but don't say it again next time."

Mr. David quickly scanned Li Qun's homework. It was written exactly like the standard answer, and the handwriting was beautiful. There were no reading difficulties. He immediately gave it his highest score, "A+".

"Hurry up and catch up on your next class."

Li Qun ran out of the classroom and headed towards the math classroom.

The break time for compulsory courses is a few minutes longer than for other courses, so Li Qun was a little late but not late.

When Li Qun entered the math classroom, he took his math homework and went to the teacher's desk to find the math teacher.

During history class, Liqun also finished his math homework; math homework was as easy as breathing.

The math teacher looked up at Li Qun and almost mistook him for a student from the previous class.

"Leon, you've come to hand in your homework before class even started? Your classmates haven't checked it yet," the math teacher laughed.

The math teacher, Jenny, was a teacher in her fifties who adored students who were good at math, treating them like her own grandchildren.

“I can hand in my homework just like everyone else,” Li Qun told Teacher Jenny.

"Okay, I understand. I'll check yours during class later."

Jenny did not grade Li Qun's homework immediately, but told Li Qun to take the homework home and wait for class.

During math class, Li Qun did not make up for homework from other subjects, but continued to study on his own and explore the world of mathematics on his own.

Mrs. Jenny knew very well that she could no longer teach Li Qun any math. As long as Li Qun didn't cause trouble in class and disrupt her lessons, she didn't care what Li Qun was doing.

Peter was the same way in math class; because of the presence of Li Qun, Peter also got caught up in the fuss.

Gwen, on the other hand, gave up on competing with these two.

After a morning, it was lunchtime, and the four of them continued to occupy a corner table in the school cafeteria, starting a Chinese "feast".

"Let me heat up my food in the microwave, you guys wait a bit!"

Gwen took her lunchbox to the microwave line. The food in the insulated container that Liqun brought was still warm and didn't need to be heated in the microwave.

A short while later, Gwen returned. She opened the lunchbox lid, and an ordinary Chinese meal appeared before Li Qun's eyes.

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried broccoli with beef."

Gwen told her the names of the dishes, and she experimented with those two recipes; the ingredients were simple and readily available.

"It looks alright, but the thickened sauce is too heavy and the aroma isn't strong; it's typical of home-style dishes."

Li Qun tasted it and found no strange flavors; it was already at the passing grade for a white girl making Chinese food at home.

"very good."

Liqun gave a thumbs up.

"How exactly does it taste?"

“There is still a lot of room for improvement, but this improvement requires replacing the kitchen equipment with better ones,” Liqun commented.

Gwen's family apartment had a kitchen stove with insufficient heat, something Liqun had experienced last year. The beef in the broccoli and beef stir-fry was very tender, so tender that Liqun felt it was medium-rare. Anyway, it's beef, so medium-rare probably won't kill me.

Looking at Gwen's stir-fried beef, Li Qun suddenly had a hallucination of the charred people from 9/11.

He shook his head. Dr. Banner said he did not see this event occur in the future.

Chapter 110 Caring for the Elderly

Early in the morning, Li Qun ate breakfast while watching the weather forecast on TV.

On TV, the weather forecast host was a man that Li Qun recognized very well: "Nicolas Cage."

Of course, his name is David.

Li Qun called him "David Cage".

Note that freezing rain is expected over the next two days...

"It's already raining outside," my aunt said.

“His weather forecasts have always been inaccurate,” Li Qun said.

Li Qun walked to the window and glanced outside, pondering how he would get to school.

In winter, New York's roads are icy, so every bus puts snow chains on its tires and travels at a slower speed, resulting in an average delay of half an hour compared to other seasons.

Taking the bus to school as usual will definitely make me late.

Li Qun has gotten off the bus halfway through several times and run to school.

Today, Li Qun's idea is to skip the public bus and the run, and go directly to school via a portal.

The image of the somber expression on the monk Wang's face flashed through Li Qun's mind, causing him to abandon the idea.

Li Qun has figured out how Master Wang knew he was secretly using magic.

It was a hidden function on the amulet that Old Wang gave him, which also had a location function. The location function allowed Dr. Banner and Wizard King to teleport to his side as quickly as possible.

The amulet was hung on Li Qun's keychain; he couldn't possibly go out without his keys.

I'm going out.

"Be careful on the road."

Li Qun turned around and disappeared into the alley as soon as he left the house.

He couldn't run to school in such terrible weather, so he had to use the portal and write an explanation for Old Wang afterwards.

Li Qun stepped out of the portal and appeared in the school's storage room.

Li Qun used the key to open the door to the storage room.

The key to the storage room was given to him by Stan Lee; it was filled with cleaning tools, a small reward for him helping Stan Lee with his chores.

Li Qun was wandering around the teaching building; he was probably the first person to arrive at the school.

None of the classrooms were open; the teachers had the keys. The library was also locked.

Li Qun walked around the school, but most of the places were locked.

"What are you doing here?"

The voice of the vice principal, old George, came from the other end of the corridor.

“I thought I was the first one to arrive at the school,” the vice principal said.

Li Qun walked over to the vice principal, who was carrying a large bunch of keys.

"You're here so early?" the old man asked, somewhat curious.

His impression of Asian students had always been that they were hardworking and eager to learn, but he had never seen a student like Li Qun who had been to school even earlier than him.

The old man wondered to himself if Li Qun had come so early to do something bad.

"I misread the time when I woke up, and the weather was bad too," Li Qun offered as an excuse.

"The weather is really bad."

The vice principal unlocked the door with the key, while Li Qun watched him work from the side.

"Your classroom door is open, you can go in."

The old man clearly didn't want Liqun to follow him.

“Vice Principal, I would like to request a key to a study room so that I will have a place to stay when I arrive at school early,” Li Qun said.

"The key to the study room..."

"Okay, here you go."

Li Qun took the spare key to the study room from the old man.

Li Qun decided to give the vice principal a gift to thank him for his trust.

"Sir, do you like tea?"

"I have a habit of drinking tea every day; I guess I like it."