America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

"Please let me go, okay?" Peter pleaded.

"Is that Mary Jane? The red-haired girl?" Stephanie asked the others, looking at the photo of Mary Jane Watson.

“This is Mary Jane; she dreams of becoming a star,” Li Qun said.

“These photos are beautiful. Who took them for her?” Stephanie asked.

“Her aunt took the picture for her,” Peter replied.

“She’s not as pretty as you, Stephanie,” Harry said to Stephanie.

“People who are too beautiful can’t become stars,” Li Qun said.

“She’s an actress. Mary Jane wants to be an actress,” Liz emphasized from the side.

“They all feel about the same,” Stephanie said.

“There are still significant differences,” Liz said.

"Your clubroom is really nicely decorated, much better than the drama club's." Liz looked around the kung fu club's activity room.

“If you have money, you can get it all set up,” Harry said.

“The drama club is short of money and lacks an investor like Harry,” Liz said.

“It’s too late to invest now; we’ll graduate next year,” Harry said.

"That's true."

Liz packed the letters, photos, and gifts Mary Jane had sent into her backpack and left the clubroom; the school cheerleading team still had practice.

After their chat, Li Qun and Peter stepped onto the mat and began practicing their fighting skills, while the other club members watched them spar while eating snacks.

Both Li Qun and Peter held back, but their movements were incredibly fast, making it quite difficult to observe them fighting.

Li Qun and Peter's performance elevated Harry and his friends' understanding of kung fu to an absurd level, leading them to believe that the kung fu performed in kung fu movies was realistic and that some of the settings in the Dragon Ball manga were also real.

“Liqun, does it really mean that you can’t be as good as me if you don’t have talent?” Harry asked unwillingly.

"The world is unfair, Harry."

“God brought Peter into this world to show how unfair it is,” Lillian told Harry.

"Why use me as an example instead of yourself?" Peter looked at Liqun, then at Harry.

“God brought me into this world to demonstrate injustice,” Liqun repeated to Harry, then looked at Peter.

"How are you feeling?" Li Qun asked Harry.

“I’m not feeling well,” Harry said, clutching his chest.

"It's normal to feel uncomfortable."

"That's all for today, it's time to go home," Li Qun said.

“Stephanie, did your dad call to say he’s coming home?” Harry asked.

"What's wrong?" Stephanie looked at Harry, puzzled, wondering why he cared about whether his father was coming home.

“If your dad comes home, my dad should be home too,” Harry said.

“He said he’d be home in a couple of days,” Stephanie replied.

"Thank you for telling me."

"See you tomorrow," Stephanie said, waving goodbye gently.

……

Norman Osborne arrived home two days earlier than Walter White had announced. When Harry got home, Norman was sitting on the sofa resting, holding a report showing Harry's bank account expenditures over the past few months.

"Hi, Father, you're back."

"Harry, come here and sit down."

Norman glanced at Harry, who placed his backpack at his feet and sat down on the sofa, keeping his distance from his father; he didn't dare sit too close.

Harry secretly observed Norman's expression; in Harry's eyes, Norman's expressionless face was equivalent to an angry expression.

“What have you been doing at school all this time?” Norman asked.

“My classmates and I started a club,” Harry answered honestly.

What club?

"Kung Fu Club".

"Who are they?"

“Peter, Lillian and Gwen, Stephanie, a new student who transferred this semester, and Reed, a lower-year student…” Harry recited the names of everyone in the club to Norman.

"What good is the kung fu club to you?" Norman asked.

"I learned Tai Chi, and Tai Chi is very helpful for health."

Norman Osborn rubbed his forehead; Harry's answer disappointed him.

"I've also learned some fighting skills, so I can protect myself if I have to fight someone."

Norman glanced at Harry, who opened his mouth as if to say something but couldn't utter a sound.

Norman sighed.

He only glanced at his son, and the son became as frightened as a kitten.

"Why have you been coming home so late lately?" Norman asked.

“I went to watch the fighting match with them,” Harry replied.

Norman wasn't completely ignorant; he was testing Harry to see if he would lie to him.

In Norman's presence, Harry answered honestly to every question without any attempt to hide anything.

"Bernard said you went to your new friend's house these past few weekends, to a girl named Stephanie, and you've taken a liking to her?" Norman asked.

“No, it’s that everyone went to her house.” Harry looked a little embarrassed.

"How is her family?" Norman asked.

“Uh… Stephanie has a younger brother who isn’t in good health. Her father is sick, so they moved to New York; they used to live in Albuquerque,” ​​Harry replied.

Norman's expression changed.

“Harry, did you see her father when you went to her house? What was her father’s name?” Norman asked.

“Oh, Walter White, a very kind man, a former chemistry teacher, and he got along very well with Peter and the rest of us. Peter even asked him a few chemistry questions,” Harry replied.

Norman Osborne laughed.

“Harry, you like Stephanie, don’t you?” Norman asked again.

"I like it a little bit."

Harry was somewhat bewildered. He sensed that his father's expression had become strange, a half-smile playing on his lips.

“I know, I won’t just find a girlfriend anytime, I’ll give up,” Harry said to Norman.

"No, you should boldly express your feelings for the girl. I won't stop you; on the contrary, I'll encourage you!"

"what?"

Harry looked at his father with a puzzled expression, as if an Indian ghost had possessed Norman Osborn.

“I support you, Harry.” Norman looked at Harry with admiration and encouragement.

“Starting today, your allowance will be doubled. How can you pursue a girl without spending money?” Norman said.

Chapter 190 Reasoning and Unreasoning

Harry Osborne had insomnia and went to school the next day with dark circles under his eyes.

"Harry, didn't you sleep well? You know, you're most afraid of exams," Peter asked with concern.

“It’s not because of the exam,” Harry said.

"Why is that?" Peter asked.

"Uh, never mind, just consider it a secret I need to keep hidden."

Harry glanced at Stephanie, who was engrossed in finishing her lunch.

“Stephanie, there’s a Thanksgiving parade in New York. Would you like to go?” Harry asked.

“I saw it on TV, but I don’t plan to go to the event this Thanksgiving.”

“If I go, I’ll have to bring little Walter. But these big events aren’t good for little Walter’s health, so I’ll just watch the Thanksgiving parade live from home,” Stephanie said.

“You’re right,” Gwen said to Stephanie.

After lunch, Harry fell asleep during his afternoon classes. He would sleep in class but immediately wake up when the bell rang; fortunately, the lessons were mostly review material, so it didn't affect him much.

After school, Harry kept yawning, which infected everyone else and made them yawn too.

“I’m not going today. I want to go home and sleep,” Harry said.

See you tomorrow.

"See you tomorrow."

Peter's second match was played in a parking lot, and his opponent was Deadpool—two men in red hoods facing off.

"The view from the roof is fantastic!"

Everyone else stood to watch the game, but the clever Gwen climbed onto the roof of the car and sat there, pulling Stephanie up with her to watch too.

“I won’t hold back,” Wade told Peter.

“Okay.” Peter nodded.

"You've never seen me fight, have you? Don't piss yourself in fear later," Wade asked.

“I’ve been to the bathroom,” Peter said.

“Oh no, I forgot to go to the bathroom,” Wade said.

“What’s in our script again? Why are we fighting?” Wade asked.