America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Impression of wearing: None

My cousin Shuangxi bent down and waved his hand at Liqun, who was in a wheelchair with lifeless eyes. He then looked down and listened to what his older cousin was muttering to himself.

ABC's younger cousin doesn't understand Chinese. After noticing his older cousin's unusual behavior, he left the room to report to his parents.

"Hmm, such high vitality, could it be that my life force after transmigrating has overlapped with my life force in this world?"

"My individual stats are above average among all Earthlings?"

"The maximum individual value of six stats for an Earthling is only 31... This feels so familiar."

Li Qun carefully studied his attribute panel and allocated all 2 of his available attribute points to athletic ability.

Athletic ability: 7

There was no special reaction from my body; I just naturally felt that my body became a little more relaxed.

The debuff from severe injury is still listed as a suffix in the attribute description.

What is "Impression Wearing"?

"Is it an entry that grants special abilities?"

After examining the screen repeatedly until no new information was found, Liqun closed the blank panel from his view.

When Li Qun came to his senses, he found three people squatting in front of him.

Uncle Huang Helou, Aunt Chen Jiao, and cousin Huang Shuangxi surrounded the wheelchair, looking at him.

"Your aunt made chicken soup for you. We'll have chicken soup tonight."

"Uncle has something to tell you that makes you happy. You now have a net worth of six million, so you should live well."

"Brother, I will take care of you until you're old."

Chapter 2: Passing by Stan Lee

At a table near the door of the Yellow Crane Tower Chinese Restaurant, Li Qun leaned back in his wheelchair, a book between his fingers, his eyes slowly scanning the pages.

Stereotypes +1…

Stereotype +1...

Every passerby who glanced inside a Chinese restaurant provided Li Qun with points for stereotypes.

On review websites, my uncle's Yellow Crane Tower Chinese restaurant has a rating of 3.4. Most of the negative reviews complain about poor service, coldness towards customers, the owner speaking very loudly, and the owner's wife having overly fierce eyebrows. Aside from the low-star reviews, all the ratings are a perfect 5 stars.

According to highly rated customers, Huanghelou Chinese Restaurant is one of the most authentic Chinese restaurants in New York.

Someone took a picture of the Liqun restaurant inside through the glass of the restaurant and uploaded it to a review website.

The restaurant's rating is in the three to four-point range. The owner never flatters customers, and now a regular customer has uploaded a classic photo of the owner's child studying at a table...

Stereotype +20...

"what happened?"

Li Qun glanced outside the restaurant; no one was paying attention to him.

He was puzzled as to where these 20 stereotypes came from.

Never mind, add some points!!

Athletic ability +20...

Athletic ability: 31 (serious injury)

Liqun maxed out his athletic ability individual values ​​in one go, staring resentfully at the suffix "severely injured".

He felt he could stand up from his wheelchair, but any movement of his muscles caused him excruciating pain all over his body.

I tried to get up, and my body was shaking like a leaf.

"Next time, try adding it to willpower," Li Qun muttered to himself.

Perhaps if he maxed out his willpower, he could, like the steel-willed Pavel Korchagin, gain full physical mobility despite the debuff of his severe injuries. He wouldn't need anyone to help him dress or assist him to the toilet—things that made him extremely embarrassed.

It has been a week since I was discharged from the hospital.

After being cooped up in her second-floor room for a week, Li Qun didn't gain any stereotype points.

Thus, Liqun figured out the rules for acquiring stereotype points: stereotype points come from the attention of others.

"Child, are you reading Hesse's 'Siddhartha'?"

A stylish old man wearing aviator sunglasses with brown lenses and a pilot jacket sat down across from him at the table. Judging from his familiar manner, Li Qun guessed that the old man was a regular customer of his uncle's restaurant.

“Yes,” Li Qun replied calmly.

"How old are you?" the fashionable old man asked.

"16 is old."

“You look like a 12-year-old, not a high school student.”

Stereotypes +1…

"Do you want to become a writer?" the fashionable old man asked Li Qun.

Li Qun carefully examined the man opposite him. The old man looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"When I was your age, I also dreamed of becoming a world-famous writer, but I ended up becoming a comic book editor."

"The publisher's comic magazines sold poorly, encountered some problems, and eventually went bankrupt."

“I’ve changed jobs a lot, and now I can only work as a cleaner at Midtown High School.”

"Youth means having an unlimited future and being full of infinite possibilities."

"You should read a different book. 'Siddhartha' is for middle-aged men who are feeling lost..."

Li Qun turned slightly to the side, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the old man's opinion on the book "Siddhartha," and looked at his aunt behind the cashier in the restaurant.

This old man must have been sent by his aunt to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

The cost of psychiatric treatment in New York was simply too high, and the six million my uncle had promised hadn't arrived. After careful consideration, I decided that having an experienced elder counsel me after losing both my parents was the best option.

"What should I call you?"

"Call me Stan Lee, Old Lee."

Stan Lee smiled at Li Qun.

A chill ran from Li Qun's tailbone straight up to the top of his head.

He put the book down, pushed up his thick black-rimmed glasses, and prepared to memorize Stan Lee completely.

"You're right."

"Damn! It's Stan Lee!"

"I felt like something was off!"

"Looking back on my past, perhaps I should have stuck to my original dream instead of compromising and becoming a comic book editor..."

Li Qun listened patiently as Stan Lee reminisced about the past until his uncle brought up the food Stan Lee had ordered.

"Would you like to have something with me?" Stan Lee invited.

Li Qun shook his head.

His digestive ability is very weak right now, and he is taking a milky white liquid medical nutritional supplement.

“You’ll be going to Midtown High School; your hard days in the wheelchair will be over soon,” Stan Lee smiled at Li Qun.

Li Qun nodded.

The uncle gave Mr. Stan Lee a bottle of iced Coke. After eating and drinking his fill, Stan Lee picked up a fortune cookie, broke it into pieces, and took out a fortune slip from it.

"Hmm, this is a math problem."

Can you solve it?

Stan Lee pushed the fortune slip from the fortune cookie in front of Li Qun.

“The answer is 42.” Li Qun glanced at it and thought for five seconds.

Stereotype +1...

"Oh, the ultimate answer to the universe is love."

Stan Lee turned Li Qun's hand over and stuffed the fortune slip into Li Qun's palm, making him clench it tightly.

Stan Lee got up and walked out of the Chinese restaurant.

Only after the famous Stan Lee left his sight did Li Qun's heart belatedly start pounding with nervousness.

He took a deep breath.

Regardless of what Stan Lee said or did to him, Li Qun always felt that Stan Lee was hinting at something and guiding him on his future life after being transported to this world.

"Midtown High School?"

If he remembers correctly, his friendly neighbor Peter Parker in New York also attended Midtown High School.

The thought of not wanting to go to school crossed Li Qun's mind, but it was impossible for people from his country not to go to school.

The thought only lasted two seconds before I extinguished it.

After transmigrating, he became a native-born Chinese American, but Liu Liqun still considered himself to belong to the Chinese nation of Aurora.

Why think so much?

Focusing excessively on the future can kill your present self.

Never mind, add some points!

Constitution +2...

'Physical constitution: 18'

There was nothing particularly noticeable in his body, and a hint of disappointment flashed in Li Qun's eyes.