America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

The next second, Li Qun's lower body left the ground, and his feet hooked around Peter's neck. Like a monkey, he nimbly pinned Peter to the ground, locking Peter's arms and shoulders in place.

Peter lay on the cushion in a daze, his face pressed against it.

"Lack of experience," the old man said from the side.

Li Qun released Peter, who then pushed himself up with his hands on the ground and stood up.

“Peter, you need to develop muscle memory. Don’t let your mind react for a while before slowly controlling your body to make a movement,” Li Qun said to Peter.

"Can the human body react before the brain can react?" Peter asked.

"Yes, it's possible, as long as you practice," Dad said.

Peter was a little worried. If he let his body react on its own, would he lose control and kill the person?

Every time Peter made a move, it was as if a tight headband was working in his head, making him hesitate for a moment before exerting his strength.

“Peter, what are you worried about?” Li Qun asked.

“I…” Peter found it difficult to answer.

“What if I accidentally use too much force?” Peter asked.

“This also requires practice,” Dad said.

"Peter, are you afraid of using too much force?" the old man asked.

Peter nodded.

"Liqun, Shuangxi, go and bring up the biggest wine vat downstairs, and fill it with water," the old man said.

"What are you trying to do?" Harry asked.

“Let Peter be like water,” the old man said.

“I’ll go help too,” Peter said.

"Then go fetch water; the bucket is right next to the wine vat."

When Liqun, Shuangxi, and Peter went downstairs and found the largest wine vat, Shuangxi was speechless.

The largest wine vat could fit his entire body inside.

"How do we carry it upstairs?" Shuangxi asked.

“Tie a rope around the outside, and we’ll lift the rope,” Li Qun said.

Peter found the bucket next to the wine jar and went to the kitchen to get water.

Liqun found some hemp rope and wove it into a net around the wine vat. The two of them carefully carried the wine vat up to the rooftop, one in front of the other.

Peter repeatedly went up and down the stairs to fetch water, and it took him quite a while to fill the wine jar with water.

"Peter, put your hands in the water."

"Then stir the water with your hands."

Peter stirred the water in the wine jar.

"Feel the movement of the water, let your breathing be in sync with the water..." the old man said to Peter.

Peter Parker couldn't understand what this would do, but the anxiety hidden in his heart was drawn out like silk being drawn out as the water in the jar flowed.

"Can you shake this wine vat with water and smash it?" the old man asked.

“That’s impossible,” Peter said, looking up at his father.

"It is possible."

"When your inner strength and the water in the vat are in balance, the water becomes an extension of your strength."

Li Qun, who was standing nearby, understood.

Actually, the old man was teaching Peter how to channel the "qi" within his body.

My father had told Liqun long ago that everyone has "qi" in their body. When a person feels that their mind and body are not in harmony, the "qi" in their body is definitely in an unbalanced state.

You can adjust the state of disharmony between your body and mind by regulating your "qi".

“Peter, Li Qun taught you Tai Chi.”

"You stir the water in the wine vat with the rhythm of Tai Chi."

Peter's complexion gradually regained its color.

It wasn't that Peter's internal "qi" reacted, but rather that the wine vat played a role.

The old man's wine jar reeked of alcohol, and Peter stirred the water in front of it, becoming slightly tipsy.

Chapter 175 There's a Dog

"Empty your mind, become formless and powerless, like water. You pour water into a cup, and it becomes a cup; you pour water into a teapot, and it becomes a teapot. Water can flow, and it can also crash. Become water, my friend."

In the activity room, a television was playing a videotape of Bruce Lee, specifically the part where he discussed the "philosophy of water."

“To become water…” Peter Parker muttered to himself.

Peter glanced at the steaming, brownish-red tea in his cup and imagined himself as water, both tangible and intangible.

After the club's movie screening, Peter returned home, filled the bathtub with water, and took a bath after dinner, continuing to ponder the "philosophy of water."

Peter felt that his personality was similar to water, mostly adapting to changes in the external environment.

Under what circumstances will water retaliate against its surroundings?

When the path forward is blocked.

The difference between water dripping on stone and a torrent of water is on a different time scale.

Today, Peter even saw Bruce Lee demonstrate his one-inch punch in a videotape.

Right there in the bathtub, Peter imitated Bruce Lee's one-inch punch in the water, and the water in the bathtub exploded instantly.

"Peter?!"

"Aunt Mei, I didn't do anything."

"Peter, don't soak for too long, be careful not to catch a cold," Aunt May said with concern.

“I’ll be right there!” Peter called out to the bathroom door.

Peter has been taking more frequent baths lately, and Aunt May has noticed it too.

After school, Peter would practice with Li Qun in the clubroom, and take a shower when he got home; he would sneak out at night to be a street hero, and take another shower before going to school in the morning.

Aunt May was worried that Peter would get sick from taking too many baths.

Peter came out of the bathroom; the bathwater in the tub had already been drained.

"Peter, you've gotten better in shape."

Aunt May glanced at Peter, who was wrapped in a bathrobe, and Peter smiled nervously at Aunt May.

"You have to stick to exercising. If you've stuck with it from last year to this year, you'll see a lot of changes," Aunt Mei said.

"Yes, Aunt May."

Peter was secretly glad that he had asked Li Qun to supervise his running and exercise last year, because in Aunt May's eyes, his suddenly transformed good figure was the result of time accumulation.

“Aunt May, I’ll be coming home a little later these days; we have club activities,” Peter said to Aunt May.

"Go change your clothes first, then we can talk," Aunt Mei said.

"Okay, Aunt Mei."

Peter went upstairs and came downstairs very soon.

Aunt Mei sat on the sofa, watching TV and knitting a sweater.

Peter glanced at the color of Aunt May's sweater and guessed that she was probably knitting a Christmas sweater, as Christmas sweaters are ugly in both color and style.

"Is Uncle Ben still working overtime?" Peter sat down on the sofa as well.

“Yes, he called me,” Aunt Mei said.

"Peter, you won't be coming home later than Ben, will you?"

“Absolutely not,” Peter said.

The television program entered its commercial break, and a short advertisement for the New York Street Fighting Tournament appeared on the screen, featuring Goro Miyagi, last year's Queens champion.

"Is this a preview for a new show? It's terrifying," Aunt May said to Peter while watching TV.

“Aunt May, this is the hottest event in all of New York right now. Even our school has posters about it,” Peter said.

The number of applicants has exceeded 1000!!!

The advertisement ends with an explosion animation, using the data of a thousand participants as a selling point.

"So many!" Aunt Mei exclaimed in surprise.

"Fighting with someone will result in injury, injury requires going to the hospital, and going to the hospital..."

Aunt May started talking to the television, and Peter knew that Aunt May was saying these things to him.

"Aunt Mei, did you hear that? Uncle Ben is back."

Peter got up, opened the door, and went outside. A pair of car headlights were on in the distance. A few minutes later, Uncle Ben's car slowly came to a stop in the driveway.

Aunt May put down her needlework and went to the door, feeling somewhat incredulous at Peter's precognitive abilities.

“Peter, how can you hear that?” Aunt May turned to Peter and asked.

“It probably wasn’t something I heard; maybe I was just too concerned about Uncle Ben,” Peter said to Aunt May.

"Telepathy, is that right?"

"We are pleased that you resonate with him."

"What's wrong... May, Peter?" Uncle Ben got out of the car carrying a cardboard box.

"What's in the cardboard box?" Mei asked worriedly.

“I wasn’t fired, don’t worry, the box contains a gift from the new editor-in-chief,” Uncle Ben said to Aunt Mei with a smile.

"I'll let you see inside."