America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

The snowball hit Li Qun on the shoulder, surprising Peter.

"You do have some aiming talent, Peter!"

Peter had just started to smile smugly when Li Qun's snowball hit him in the face.

Peter took off his glasses, brushed off the snow, and happily joined the "battle" against the Liqun.

As get out of class was about to end, the PE teacher gathered all the students together. Peter, Li Qun, and Gwen's hair and coats were all wet.

When the bell rang, it meant school was over, and the students rushed to their lockers.

"Let me wipe it for you."

Li Qun has tissues in his locker, and he also carries some tissues with him at all times.

"Be careful not to catch a cold," Li Qun said to Gwen with concern.

“If I catch another cold, I’ll infect you,” Gwen threatened Liqun.

"How did you infect me?" Li Qun asked with a smile.

“I secretly blew into your mask,” Gwen said.

"You're so mean!"

Peter wiped his head with the tissue Li Qun had given him, his eyes slowly widening as he listened to Gwen's words. Peter had his back to Gwen, so she couldn't see his astonished expression.

Gwen and Liqun walked out of the school playfully, with Peter walking alongside them, a smile on his face.

"Look, that car!"

John Wick's beloved sports car was quite eye-catching on the street. Many boys stopped to admire it on the sidewalk outside the school, listening to those who knew about the car discuss it.

"John Wick!"

"Hey kids, how was your day?"

Li Qun, Peter, and Gwen came to the car, and Helen also leaned out of the car to greet the three of them.

“The outdoor temperature is about 2°C, and it feels like minus five or six degrees. John, aren’t you cold?” Li Qun asked.

John Wick wore a sophisticated black suit over a thermal turtleneck sweater, looking like a model straight out of a fashion magazine.

"I don't feel cold; my hands are actually quite warm."

"Want to come over this weekend? Helen's thinking of throwing a movie night," John Wick invited.

"Did Harry sneak out of the school through the back gate? I didn't see him come out of the school."

“It’s cold, so Harry is wearing a lot of layers. You probably didn’t recognize him,” Peter explained, and as soon as he mentioned Harry, he appeared.

Harry Osborne was fully armed, wearing a knitted hat, earmuffs, a scarf around his neck, and gloves on his hands.

Why are you dressed like that?

John Wick took a good look and realized that this was Harry Osborn, the son of his old friend Norman Osborn.

The capitalist's son didn't wear a single expensive piece of clothing.

“My dad called Bernard, unusually asking if I was cold,” Harry replied with a laugh.

"Would you like to come over to my house this weekend? Peter and the others have already said yes."

"Come, of course we'll come. What are we here for?"

“Let’s make something to eat together for dinner, and then we can watch movies all night. Harry, can you stay at my place?” John Wick asked.

“I just need to tell my dad I’m going to your house, and he’ll definitely agree,” Harry said.

"It's a deal then, I'll be waiting for you this weekend."

“What would you like to eat? I’ll prepare accordingly,” John Wick said.

“I like sparkling soda,” Liqun replied.

“I don’t have a habit of snacking,” Peter said.

“I’m open to any snacks,” Gwen said.

"What counts as snacks?" Harry asked.

John Wick looked at each of the four people's faces, and now he understood what Helen meant by "warming the heart."

“Okay, Harry, I’ll teach you what snacks are.” John Wick smiled.

"What about the movie?"

"Helen, what kind of movie do you want to watch? It's very convenient to rent movies at Liqun," Gwen asked Helen in the car.

"Comedy? Drama..."

"Leave it to me," Li Qun said, patting his chest.

"Helen, you look pretty good," Li Qun said with concern.

"Yes, the condition is improving."

Wishing you a speedy recovery.

Thank you for your blessing.

Li Qun and Helen shook hands gently; Helen's hands were a little cold.

In terms of traditional Chinese medicine, Helen's blood and qi condition is still problematic.

Having made their appointment, the group waved to John and Helen, saying they'd see each other on the weekend. John got into the car, and with Helen in tow, they drove off to find Wade.

John didn't go to Wade's place, but only nearby. He parked the car on the side of the road, got out, and walked to Wade's house, leaving Helen to wait for him in the car.

Wade's place wasn't good; it was bad in every way. There was a gasoline drum downstairs in Wade's apartment building, and people were burning trash inside it to keep warm.

Standing in front of Wade's apartment, John knocked hard on the door, and Wade's shouts came through.

"Who's outside the door?!"

“Wade, open the door for me,” John Wick said in a low voice.

"I'll open the door right away."

In fact, Wade was standing behind the door and had been looking out through the peephole for a while. He knew that it was John Wick outside the door.

John Wick knew that Wade was behind the door, and Wade's subtle movements could not escape his senses and past experience.

"Something big is about to happen?"

John Wick looked at Wade, whose expression was serious, but whose eyes were already burning with passion.

"No, I just wanted to invite you to come over to my house this weekend."

"It's boring."

Wade Wilson shook his head in disappointment.

"Why won't you let me in? We need to talk through the crack in the door," John Wick asked expressionlessly.

“Because my house is a mess, I have a puppy that poops everywhere,” Wade told John.

"Oh, by the way, when I come to your house, can I bring my dog?"

“You have to promise you’ll clean up its poop,” John replied somewhat helplessly.

Wade raised his hand and gave John a thumbs-up, showing him his neat white teeth.

"Oh, baby, come and say hello to your Uncle John!!"

Wade left the door, picked up an ugly puppy from inside the house, and waved it at John Wick outside the door.

Chapter 112 Porridge, Chicken Feet, Dog

At dinner time, Liqun accompanied his father, who was eating with his bowl in hand and his eyes glued to the TV, not paying any attention to his meal.

"Dad, is the food not to your liking?"

Li Qun glanced at the program playing on TV; it wasn't his type. He reached out and picked some food from the plate into his own bowl.

"No, it's delicious." Dad smiled and shoveled a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

"Dad, you'll get indigestion if you eat like that."

“I have digestive medicine, so you won’t have indigestion,” Dad said.

After dinner, Liqun washed the dishes in the kitchen while his father lay comfortably on the sofa watching TV.

After washing the dishes and putting them in the cupboard, Liqun wiped his hands with a towel.

"Dad, I want to rent a few movies," Li Qun said.

"Go find it yourself."

"I need your recommendation."

"Tell me, what type do you want?" The old man glanced at Li Qun.

“Comedy or heartwarming,” Li Qun said.

"E.T., Forrest Gump, The Sound of Music, Chick Finch, The Shawshank Redemption..."

While watching TV, Dad recited a series of movie titles to Liqun.

Is it okay now?

"Who are you renting movie videotapes for?" Dad asked.

“I have plans for Saturday, movie night,” Li Qun said.

"Where are you staying overnight?"

"John Wick."

John Wick was a name my father had only heard of, but he had never met him. My father knew how Li Qun knew John Wick; Li Qun had told him about it.

Liqun went downstairs and took all the movie videotapes that his father had mentioned from the cabinet on the first floor. He put them in his backpack and registered the movies as "rented" in his father's notebook, noting the time and the renter.

"Dad, I'm going back!" Li Qun called out to the upstairs.

"understood!"