America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“It’s nutritionally balanced; Dr. Banner isn’t a picky eater,” Li Qun replied.

Li Qun and Peter were chatting on the steps in front of their house when their neighbor Philip, wearing pajamas and carrying a bag of trash, came out of his house.

"Good afternoon, Peter." Philip Watson, looking haggard, put the trash into the bin.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Philip,” Peter greeted.

After throwing away the trash, Philip turned around and went to look through the mailbox, returning to the house with a pile of letters.

“He looks like he’s about to die,” Li Qun complained about Mary Jane’s father.

“Mr. Philip has started submitting articles again,” Peter said.

What kind of articles should we submit?

"Movie scripts and the like."

"Did he tell you?" Li Qun asked Peter.

“One time after school, I got home and was about to open the door when he stood there and chatted with me for a while,” Peter replied.

"I hope he succeeds," Li Qun said.

"Did Mary Jane call you this weekend?" Li Qun asked Peter.

“There was a recorded phone call yesterday, when we were looking at refrigerators and storage cabinets,” Peter replied.

"It's alright, Mary Jane forgot about us as soon as she didn't get the money."

“Mary Jane wouldn’t be that kind of person.”

Did she hide the money well?

"She didn't say."

"Did you call her?" Li Qun asked.

"I don't."

“Mary Jane must be afraid that you’ve forgotten her,” Li Qun said.

How could I possibly forget Mary Jane?

“In high school, Peter, you’ll be just average, but once you go to college and enter the workforce, you’ll become very popular,” Li Qun said.

"Aren't we starting to see some signs now?"

“Are you talking about Stephanie? I only communicate with her father, Mr. Walter, about biochemistry through her,” Peter explained.

“Peter, you can tell me if you have any questions, and I can ask your idol Bruce Banner for you,” Li Qun laughed.

“I think I won’t trouble you and Dr. Banner. Dr. Banner has more important questions to study, doesn’t he?” Peter said.

"The more important issue..."

……

……

"It's done, the super shorts!!"

Dr. Banner took the white capri pants off the spider silk spinning machine and shook them in front of Li Qun.

"Look at this amazing elasticity!"

Dr. Banner forcefully pulled open his underwear, spread his arms, and the waistband of the underwear expanded to the same size.

"Look at its high-temperature resistance!"

Dr. Banner crumpled the spider silk underwear into a small ball and threw it into the earthenware pot. He then formed a hand seal and released magical flames to scorch the spider silk underwear.

"This is a temperature of over 600 degrees Celsius."

Dr. Banner extinguished the magical flames, picked up the Super Underpants to check, and found they weren't burned.

"Is it possible that Dr. Banner, your magical flames just now only burned living things and not inanimate objects?" Li Qun said.

Dr. Banner ignored Lillian, put on the underwear, and gave his body to Hulk, watching Hulk wearing the spider-web underwear as a spirit.

"Hulk, are your new pants comfortable?" Banner floated beside Hulk.

“Hulk doesn’t like skinny jeans,” Hulk told Banner.

“This thing can only be made into a tight-fitting style, not a loose one,” Bruce Banner said.

"Banner, you can wear it yourself." Hulk deactivated his physical transformation, handing his body over to Banner, while Hulk observed from the sidelines in his spiritual form.

“Liqun, do you want it?” Dr. Banner turned and asked.

"Could you make a face mask?" Li Qun asked.

"Cover the top, or cover the bottom?"

"Just leave room for the eyes," Li Qun replied.

"I'll change the program on the textile machine."

"We're running out of spider silk protein, Liqun, go and collect some more."

Dr. Banner handed Li Qun a stainless steel bucket and asked him to fill it up.

Chapter 170 The World's Best Tailor

On Monday morning, Li Qun and Peter met near the school. Peter handed Li Qun a photograph in an envelope, and Li Qun gave Peter the white spider silk hood that Dr. Banner had made the night before.

Li Qun stuffed the crumpled spider silk hood into Peter's hands. Peter looked down at the white, unidentified fabric that felt like skin, and instantly looked up at Li Qun in alarm.

"WTF!!" Peter swore at Li Qun for the first time.

"What do you think it is!" Li Qun instantly realized what Peter was thinking.

“It’s white!” Peter said.

"It's for you to wear on your head during the game! Not underwear!!"

Peter carefully stretched out the spider silk hood; the tightly folded hood looked like a white sock.

“You can try wearing it on your head. It’s incredibly elastic and is a product of Dr. Banner’s lab,” Li Qun explained to Peter.

"Do I really have to wear it on my head now?" Peter asked, looking very troubled.

Yes, now.

Peter struggled internally for a moment, then held his breath and put the white spider silk hood over his head.

Peter's head shape is excellent; the spider silk headgear perfectly showcases his beautiful head. Peter's head could be used as a teaching model for art students in an art classroom.

“OMG!!” Peter exclaimed.

He felt no tight fabric hood over his head and could breathe very easily.

“Do you know how much effort I put into getting Dr. Banner to make this hood for you?” Liqun said to Peter.

"Thank you."

"That way, when I go to the competition, I don't have to worry about people seeing my face or taking pictures," Li Qun said.

"Can it only be white?" Peter asked.

"What's your favorite color?" Li Qun asked.

"red."

"There is currently no suitable dyeing scheme for this new material, so we can only use the basic color white," Li Qun said.

"This feels so comfortable..."

Peter's expression gradually became complicated.

"What are you thinking about?" Li Qun asked.

“You should know what I’m thinking,” Peter said.

"I don't know what you're thinking."

"How could you not know what I'm thinking?"

Should I know?

"Shouldn't you know?"

Peter's gaze toward Li Qun became complicated.

"Dr. Banner disappeared while researching this thing I'm wearing on my head?" Peter asked.

“No, it’s just a byproduct of the research process,” Li Qun replied.

"Great."

"What's so great?" Li Qun asked.

“I almost thought my idol, Dr. Banner, had been completely shattered,” Peter said calmly.

"why?"

"Think about it carefully."

“What do you think this new material is best suited for?” Peter asked Li Qun.

"Underwear? Swimsuit?" Li Qun replied.

“They’re stockings, all kinds of stockings.” Peter said seriously.

With his mouth agape, Peter ripped the spider silk hood off his head.

“Not suitable.” Li Qun shook his head at Peter.

“Perfect match!” Peter emphasized.

“Peter, try to tear this hood.”

"Ok?"

Peter began to pull on the spider silk headgear, but no matter how hard he tried, the headgear remained intact thanks to its super elasticity and resilience.

"The stockings must be tearable to guarantee sales."