America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

“Using this new material to make stockings is only advisable for specific work requirements,” Li Qun said.

"No, some women are also bothered by their stockings being easily damaged; they don't actually want to buy new stockings all the time."

The two started discussing whether stockings should be easy to break, until they met Gwen.

"So you two are finally starting to discuss things that normal boys would discuss?" Gwen complained to Li Qun and Peter.

"Are we abnormal?"

“This is definitely not normal, look at Harry,” Gwen said.

“I think either way is fine. There will be buyers for both perishable and non-perishable items, and as long as there are buyers, we can sell them,” Harry said after careful consideration.

“Gwen, have you ever worn stockings?” Li Qun asked.

"Huh?" Gwen looked at Li Qun.

"Do you think our school rules are just for show?" Gwen asked Li Qun.

“That means there isn’t one,” Li Qun said.

"What do stockings feel like to the touch?" Harry asked.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s slippery,” Li Qun replied to Harry.

“I need to get away from you guys,” Gwen said, walking towards the classroom alone. Halfway there, Gwen and Stephanie formed a new duo.

“Gwen is gone,” Li Qun said.

“Harry, look at this.” Peter took out the spider silk hood.

The moment Peter opened his palm to show Harry the white silk hood in his hand, Harry's eyes widened in shock; Harry had misunderstood.

“Mary Jane isn’t home, but Peter, you can’t do that!” Harry whispered to Peter.

"Harry, look carefully, this is a hood, nothing else!"

Peter reached his palm into the hood and unfolded the white spider silk hood for Harry to see.

"What, it's just a hood?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Harry's eyes.

"Hey, I'm not a pervert..."

“Besides, this was given to me by Li Qun,” Peter emphasized.

“This is for Peter to use in the competition; it can help him conceal his identity,” Li Qun explained to Harry.

"This feels so comfortable, even more luxurious than the Duke's underwear."

"Even the best fabric feels like this," Harry commented.

"Liqun, where did you get it?" Harry asked curiously.

"It was made by a friend; he helped with it in the lab."

As Li Qun spoke to Harry, Peter secretly glanced at Li Qun and smiled.

Peter thought that Harry would be terrified if he knew that Lillian's "friend" was Bruce Banner, one of the most outstanding scientists of the late 20th century.

“What a pity,” Harry said.

"Liqun, which laboratory does your friend work at? I want my dad to buy the patent for this new material."

“This is a mountain of gold, right here in front of us right now,” Harry said earnestly to Liqun.

"You were just saying it was a pity, is this how fast capitalists change their tune?" Li Qun teased.

"Do you know who makes the best suits in the world?" Harry was about to show off his knowledge.

"Who is it?" Li Qun asked, following Harry's lead.

"They are tailors from Wakanda. It is said that their handmade suits can fetch astronomical prices."

“Not a few million, but tens of millions, hundreds of millions,” Harry emphasized.

"Wakanda is an African country, right? Their suits are made of gold?" Peter recalled his geographical knowledge and couldn't understand the existence of such exorbitantly priced suits.

“John Wick has a knack for it,” Harry whispered to the two of them.

Chapter 171 Attacks in Red Form

The supermarket truck stopped in front of the school, and three supermarket employees got out and called Harry to ask him to sign for the goods. After he signed for them, they would move the goods to the club's activity room.

It was already past four in the afternoon. Harry had no classes and was waiting on campus with several other club members when he received the call. Harry and his club members immediately rushed over.

"Do you need our help moving things?" asked Little Black Red.

“No need, I’ve already paid the moving fee. They’ll take the things to the classroom,” Harry said, turning to Red.

"We'll help move things, and if we accidentally break anything, we'll be responsible for it, understand?" Harry whispered to his clubmates.

The club members nodded at Harry, saying that the club president was indeed more experienced.

Stan Lee was invited by Harry to the clubroom to help oversee the placement of cabinets, tables, and chairs, as well as the installation of the refrigerator. Harry only had some experience, not as much as Stan Lee.

“They did a great job, you should show your appreciation,” Stan Lee whispered in Harry’s ear.

"I am a very generous person."

As Harry spoke, he walked over to the three supermarket employees and generously gave them a considerable service fee.

“Perfect.” Harry admired their activity room.

A solid wood table, 60 centimeters high, was placed at one end of the classroom, surrounded by several long benches. It was large enough to seat twelve people. Club meetings would be held around the table, and people could also do their homework there.

A solid wood bookshelf is placed against the wall at one end of the long table. Its color matches that of the long table and bench. The bookshelf is empty except for the books that need to be placed on it.

There was a storage cabinet on the side, with an electric kettle and a coffee machine on it, and a refrigerator next to it.

The electric kettle was something Li Qun bought on a whim on Saturday. Since someone was planning to make coffee in the activity room, Li Qun also wanted to make tea there.

The locker is ready. Tomorrow someone will bring coffee beans to the activity room to put them away, and Liqun will also bring a box of tea and a set of teacups. Harry will bring his collection of kung fu movie videotapes to the classroom, and Gwen plans to buy a bunch of snacks and hide them in the locker.

All the windows in the activity room were open, and the large humidifier that Liqun brought was spraying water vapor. The chemical smell in the activity room was no longer as strong as it was when the renovation was just completed.

Li Qun paid Stan Lee to refill the humidifier with water at set times, and Stan Lee was happy to earn some money from drinks.

At 5:30 p.m., Li Qun, Peter, Gwen, and the other members of the club finished their classes for the day and gathered in the activity room.

Gwen's backpack was big and heavy. As soon as she entered the activity room, she went to the solid wood bookshelf and took all the books out of her backpack and put them on the bookshelf.

Li Qun walked over curiously and saw that all the books Gwen had stuffed onto the club's bookshelf were Chinese textbooks, teaching people how to learn Chinese.

"These books are useless to me."

“Kung Fu originated in China, so learning Chinese is the best way to understand Kung Fu culture, right?” Gwen turned to Li Qun and said.

"Gwen, how much Chinese have you learned?" Li Qun asked.

“I’ve learned eight hundred Chinese characters, so I can order food in Chinese at Chinese restaurants,” Gwen replied.

"You have a real talent for languages."

“I paid a lot of tuition,” Gwen said.

On the other side of the classroom, Peter, teased by Harry and the other club members, put on a white spiderweb hood, instantly making him look mysterious.

"The big event I announced last week was... Peter will be participating in this year's street fighting tournament!!" Harry shouted excitedly.

“We have to keep Peter a secret and not let the adults know,” Harry said.

"The street fighting tournament can be entered anonymously, Peter, have you decided on a nickname yet?" someone asked.

"Couldn't you have changed the color? What if your opponent is African American and you're wearing a white hood in a fighting match?" Reed asked.

Peter pulled off the hood and realized that what Little Black Red said made a lot of sense.

He has to change the color of this white hood.

“Perhaps I can give it a try,” Stephanie said to Peter.

“This is a new material, and it’s not easy to dye,” Peter told Stephanie.

"let me see."

Li Qun handed the spider silk mask to Stephanie.

"Did you come up with this after asking my dad for advice?"

Stephanie felt the comfortable touch and super elasticity of the spider silk mask, and asked Peter curiously.

“It was Liqun who gave it to me,” Peter replied.

“We can use plants to color the masks, and some plant pigments are very difficult to wash off,” Stephanie said.

“Squeeze the dyeing plant into juice, soak the mask in the juice, and after a few days take it out and dry it in the sun,” Stephanie explained her dyeing method to Peter.

“I’m worried that this will change the properties of the mask, making it lose its elasticity and resilience,” Peter said.

“I’ll be very careful. Is the material of the mask sensitive to acids and alkalis?” Stephanie asked.

“I don’t know either,” Peter said.

“Leave it to me,” Li Qun said to Peter and Stephanie.

“Liqun, do you know which plants can be used for dyeing?” Stephanie asked.

"I know, even if I didn't know, I would look it up."

“I’ll write it down for you.” Stephanie walked to the long table, put down her backpack, and wrote a list for Li Qun, including the dyeing steps.

“Peter, pick a color,” Li Qun said to Peter, holding up the list.

"Can we use red?" Peter asked.

“The red produced by plant-based dyes is not as vibrant as that produced by chemically synthesized dyes; most of it is rather dark. Blue, green, and purple are the easiest colors to dye,” Stephanie said.

“Peter always wants to attack in red,” Li Qun said to Stephanie with a smile.

“I’ll handle the red one; I know a berry that can produce a bright red dye,” Li Qun told Peter.

“The breathability of the mask will definitely decrease after dyeing, Peter. If you sweat a lot while wearing a dyed mask, your face may also get dyed,” Li Qun warned.

“I can explain a flushed face as being sick, but I wouldn’t be able to explain a green or purple face to Aunt May,” Peter laughed.

"Are the tickets for the game still $100?" someone asked.