America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

The two stormed into the classroom, sat down in a corner, and took their textbooks out of their bags and placed them on the table.

The classroom was an old-fashioned tiered classroom with no individual desks. The rows in front and behind were very crowded, and the seats would creak if you moved them even slightly. The lighting in the room was also not very good, and there was a huge blackboard wall in front of you, as big as a movie screen.

The first two hours were for "Humanities and Literature," and the next two hours were for "Linear Algebra." The professor kept writing on the blackboard, and Peter flipped through the textbook and calculated on the draft paper.

The professor teaching "Linear Algebra" did not give the students any time to adjust; he started delivering the textbook content to them as soon as class began.

The professor didn't call roll; he just glanced to make sure the number of students was correct before starting the lecture.

Two more hours passed, and get out of class ended at 12:30 pm.

As they left the classroom, both Li Qun and Peter felt dizzy and lightheaded.

“We must be lacking oxygen,” Li Qun said.

“This classroom is poorly designed; fresh air can only come in through the door,” Peter said.

“But the professor closed the door…” Li Qun said.

"Next time, let's not sit in the front row; all the carbon dioxide will pile up on us."

"I also ingested a lot of chalk dust."

Li Qun patted his coat, and chalk dust flew up.

"What time is class in the afternoon?" Peter asked.

"It starts at two o'clock," Li Qun replied.

"Will we have time to go back for dinner?" Peter asked.

“It’s more convenient for us to go home than to come to class.”

Li Qun and Peter left the campus and found a nearby alley. After checking that no one was in the alley, they used a portal to return to their apartment.

Two people came out of Li Qun's room.

“We’re starving!” Gwen shouted when she saw Li Qun.

"Let me see……"

Li Qun walked into the kitchen and found that Gwen and Stephanie had prepared the ingredients in advance, just waiting for Li Qun to start cooking.

"It will be ready soon."

Li Qun put on her apron and started cooking, and the meal was served more than ten minutes later.

"Do you have classes this afternoon?" Li Qun asked Gwen.

"No, what's wrong?"

Peter and I still have classes.

“We know you have classes even if you don’t say anything,” Gwen said.

"How are you feeling?" Stephanie asked.

“The classroom needs oxygen, because the brain needs a lot of oxygen to study hard,” Li Qun replied.

“The professor who was lecturing seemed really impressive. He spoke without pausing, assuming we already knew everything he said,” Peter said.

“Peter, the professor is reading from the textbook, that’s why he didn’t pause.”

"Was there anything you didn't understand?" Li Qun asked Peter.

“There are a few points that the professor assumes we learned in high school, but we didn’t actually learn them. But I’ll figure them out quickly,” Peter said confidently.

“You need to figure this out by Thursday, or the problems will only get worse,” Li Qun said.

After finishing lunch in twenty minutes, Li Qun and Peter quickly left for school with their bags. Only the two of them traveled that afternoon, and Peter and Li Qun arrived at school earlier and went into the classroom for class.

After finishing all their classes on the first day, the two, who had been feeling nervous, relaxed a little. They sat on a bench on campus, intending to get some fresh air before returning to their apartment.

“Only the two of us will have to get up early tomorrow morning; Gwen and Stephanie don’t start class until 10 a.m.,” Li Qun said to Peter.

“I think we need to get some coffee,” Peter said.

"Now?" Li Qun asked.

“It’s tomorrow morning,” Peter replied.

"Let's go to the supermarket later and buy some instant coffee," Li Qun said.

“I wonder how Harry’s day went,” Peter said.

"Isn't that Harry? Let's go check on him."

Li Qun stood up and waved to Harry.

Harry spotted Li Qun and Peter from a distance, a smile instantly spreading across his face as he walked towards them.

“It feels like a year has passed.” Harry hugged Lillian and Peter.

“I feel the same way,” Li Qun said.

"right!"

“It’s so different from high school,” Harry said.

“For example?” Peter asked.

“During class, the classmate sitting next to me would talk to me about everything, but after class, he seemed to have amnesia. If I tried to talk to him, he would just turn around and leave,” Harry complained.

Chapter 373 Code Name: USA Captain

"Where did you go? Why are you so late?"

"Where I go is my freedom."

“I smell the scent of Rhododendron on you. You went to Peter’s place, didn’t you?” Bronsky said.

"A super soldier's super sense of smell? Okay, you smelled it."

Harry sat on the sofa and smelled the apartment; there was a smell of secondhand smoke in the air.

Bronsky is smoking indoors again.

"What are you looking at?" Harry asked curiously, noticing the stack of printed documents in Bronsky's hand.

"I'm going to the photography studio to shoot something tomorrow."

"My dad's planning to make you a movie star?" Harry looked Bronsky up and down.

“It wasn’t your dad’s arrangement; he has no right to arrange things for me,” Bronsky said.

"Did the military arrange for you to become a star?" Harry continued to ask.

"He is a representative of the military and an idol of American soldiers in the new era."

“What I’m shooting tomorrow is part of a recruitment advertisement,” Bronsky said seriously.

"I haven't asked you yet, are you in the army or the navy?"

“Why not mention the Air Force?” Bronsky asked.

“How do you resemble an air force personnel?” Harry retorted.

“I am an army soldier,” Bronsky replied.

"Does your recruitment ad say that if you join the army, you have a chance to become a super soldier?" Harry asked.

"What do you think?"

“I can tell you some more inside information. Since then, the super soldiers trained by the military have been separated from the traditional military system and are under a special lifetime employment system,” Bronsky said.

“It’s like selling your life to the military,” Harry said.

“Some people want to risk their lives but don’t have the chance,” Bronsky said.

"They're going to give me a code name, like Spider-Man."

"I can suggest my own name, or I can choose to accept the code name they provide."

"Colonel, are you asking me if I can help you come up with a good code name?" Harry asked.

“You’re a college student, and you have smart classmates. I’d like to hear what code name you’ll give me. This code name will be around for at least twenty years, so it needs to be taken very seriously,” Bronsky said.

“I’ll message Peter and Liqun.”

Harry picked up his phone to type a text message, but stopped halfway through.

“Can I tell them about the super soldiers?” Harry looked up at Bronsky.

“I told them a long time ago that I’m a super soldier,” Bronsky laughed.

"what?"

“They didn’t tell me about this either.” Harry frowned.

“They can’t tell anyone else, because to tell anyone would be to leak state secrets,” Bronsky said with a smile.

“You have such a twisted sense of humor,” Harry said.

Harry continued typing the text message, using very subtle language to try and let Li Qun and Peter know what he was saying in order to avoid the risk of leaking state secrets.

"Take a look."

Harry handed his phone to Bronsky, who read it and immediately clicked send.

“It’s been sent.” Bronsky shoved the phone back into Harry’s hand.

“I’m showing you to make sure there’s nothing wrong!” Harry shouted.

"What are you worried about, Harry?"

……

Peter's phone vibrated, but he wasn't in his apartment; he was on the roof of a building in Midtown Manhattan.

It's quite a hassle to get the phone out of the spider-like bodysuit's pocket.

"Harry?"

Peter took out his phone, glanced at it, read the text message, and then forwarded it to Li Qun.

"Code name?"