America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Walter White slid off the bench and fell to the floor, his head hitting the solid floor, which jolted him awake.

"Where is this?" Walter asked.

“It looks like a church,” Norman replied calmly.

What are you doing here?

"I have another question for you."

Norman and Walter sat on the church pews, lost in thought. They couldn't remember what had happened the night before, and their coats were covered in a white, unidentified substance.

Smelling the alcohol on them, they guessed they had been drinking.

Walter White checked himself to make sure he hadn't lost anything. His wallet, keys, watch, and phone were still on him, and his clothes and shoes were also there.

“I have a headache,” Walter White said.

“I have a meeting this morning,” Norman said, glancing at his watch.

“Workaholic,” Walter said to Norman.

“If you start a company, it will go bankrupt very quickly,” Norman told Walter.

“Whatever. I’m going home; I need to get some sleep in bed,” Walter said.

"What is this? White, disgusting!"

Walter looked at Norman, who stepped back in disgust, keeping his distance from Walter, but he wasn't much better off himself.

Walter White and Norman Os are both made of decomposed Peter's silk protein, which looks terrible.

"Does it smell strange?" Norman asked.

"What is this? You have it on you too." Walter pointed to Norman's body.

“I need to change my clothes too,” Norman said, frowning.

"Where did this come from?"

Norman checked himself over and pulled a small card from his pocket. Walter noticed the card in Norman's hand and narrowed his eyes.

“That’s not surprising, that’s not surprising at all,” Walter White said, looking at Norman.

"I'm going to have this awful stuff tested."

"This can't be bird poop."

Norman wiped a bit of the decomposed Peter spider silk protein off his coat and said.

“I’d rather it was bird poop,” Walter White said.

Norman and Walter walked out of the church.

"Do you remember the last time we got drunk together?" Walter asked Norman.

"Can't remember."

"I can't remember either."

"Do you remember what we did last night when we were drunk?" Norman asked.

“Would you like to buy a newspaper? Maybe they have it,” Walter said.

Norman shook his head, took out his phone and called his butler, Bernard, to ask him to drive over and pick him up.

Walter flagged down a taxi and said goodbye to Norman first.

……

……

Peter was very grateful to Philip Watson.

Thanks to Philip for practicing how to deal with drunk people beforehand, although his approach wasn't perfect.

It was absolutely unacceptable to let Norman and Walter wander the streets or sleep, so Peter led the two drunkards to the church and let them spend the night there.

Hiding in the church, the NYPD on night patrol wouldn't arrest the two drunkards.

Last night, besides dealing with the two drunkards, Norman and Walter, Peter handled many other matters. He discovered that he could quickly resolve problems when dealing with strangers, but he didn't handle them as well when dealing with acquaintances.

"Peter, help me write something in the yearbook."

Liz sat down next to Peter and placed the yearbook in front of him.

"it is good."

“I’ll come get it next class, don’t dawdle,” Liz said.

“So eager? I can write it later.” Peter said to Liz.

“It’s okay if you don’t finish writing it. I’m just worried that some people might procrastinate. Just finish it today,” Liz said.

I'll try my best.

Peter looked up at the other people in the classroom. The activity of filling out graduation yearbooks for each other was in full swing, and some people had four or five yearbooks piled up on their desks waiting to be filled.

"Liqun, are you free?"

"I'm busy."

Peter turned to look at Li Qun, who was busy filling out a graduation yearbook that someone had given him, writing each column with utmost care.

Peter flipped through Liz's yearbook, feeling his mind go blank, unable to think of any message to write for Liz.

"Peter, don't peek."

“Give me some ideas,” Peter said to Li Qun.

“I write different things for each person, and they are tailored to their individual circumstances,” Li Qun said.

“Teach me how to leave a message for Liz,” Peter asked.

"Write down whatever comes to mind, but don't embarrass Liz."

“Write down some memories that you two share,” Li Qun suggested.

“Shared memories…”

Peter began to recall this part of Mary Jane's memory, a mutual friend of his and Liz's.

Inspired, Peter began to write furiously, a smile spreading across his face.

"I'm going to see Stan Lee at noon to ask him to write my graduation yearbook." Li Qun was talking to Gwen nearby.

“The photo of Stan Lee in the commemorative album is pretty cool,” Gwen said.

Chapter 308 Gratitude Education

"Peter, come with me for a moment."

In the corridor, Peter followed the principal to his office.

"Sit down, don't be nervous."

"What is it, Principal?"

Peter sat down, his heart pounding, wondering if the principal had mistaken him for the person who had done Gwen's actions.

"We need an outstanding graduate to give a speech at the graduation ceremony."

“Peter, you are the outstanding graduate we need.”

Peter jumped up from his chair in disbelief, unable to believe that the principal had chosen him to speak at the graduation ceremony.

"Don't get excited, Peter."

“I’m not good at public speaking; I have speech phobia,” Peter said, raising his hand.

"It can be overcome."

"Peter, everyone faces many challenges in life, and it's essential to face them bravely," the principal said earnestly to Peter.

“Can someone else come? I’m not the best one,” Peter said.

"Who would you like to recommend?" the principal asked Peter.

Lyon.

"Your good friend Leon?"

The principal shook his head as he read Li Qun's English name.

"Is that okay?" Peter asked.

"Is there anything else?" the principal asked.

The principal had some reservations about Li Qun; he still hoped that Midtown High School's outstanding graduate this year would be a white boy.

“Gwen Stacy?” Peter said.

“Stacy, very good.” The principal nodded to Peter.

The principal knows every student in the school who comes from an unusual family background, and Gwen Stacy, whose father is a policeman, is one of the students who leaves a deep impression on the principal.

"Peter, could you please invite Gwen Stacy over here?"

“I would be very happy to.”

The principal smiled at Peter, and Peter smiled back.

Peter left the principal's office and ran quickly to the next classroom. After explaining the situation to the teacher, Peter led Gwen out of the classroom.

“Gwen, the headmaster wants to see you. It’s very important,” Peter said to Gwen with a stern face.

"What is it?" Gwen asked nervously.

"Guess what it is?"

"It can't be that thing, can it?" Gwen guessed.

"What's the matter?"

“Peter, you didn’t betray me, did you?” Gwen asked.

"Alright, the principal wants to talk to you about your graduation speech." Peter couldn't hold back any longer.