I am a necromancer, and I absolutely love America.

"Listen!" Debbie's face was serious, and her eyes were a little red and swollen, indicating that she hadn't had a good night.

Richard looked at Debbie.

American women develop early, and Debbie is currently at the peak of her beauty.

With her red lips, white teeth, fair skin, golden hair, and lake-green eyes, she perfectly inherited Catherine's best features and was indeed a stunning beauty.

Debbie leaned over, pressed her hand against Richard's chest, and said fiercely, face to face:

"Dr. Dong! You can talk to my mother... but you absolutely cannot tell anyone, or I'll kill you!"

Debbie is going crazy; she had a huge fight with Catherine last night.

She had a wonderful life and future; she was the queen of the school, and her boyfriend was the quarterback on the football team.

Everything was destroyed overnight!

If her mother's affair with her classmate at Tokyo University were exposed, she couldn't imagine how she would be able to stay at the school.

What's going on in the head of that girl from the lighthouse?! Richard was speechless, but he decided to play along and calmly said:

Are you threatening me?

Richard's reaction made Debbie a little flustered. After all, she was just a sixteen or seventeen-year-old cheerleader who had always lived a carefree life.

Damn it, shouldn't he be afraid and apprehensive?

I'm the school's queen! How is he able to stay calm?

Debbie, mimicking the tough expression she'd learned from the movies, said fiercely:

"In short, you absolutely must not tell anyone! Otherwise, I will teach you an unforgettable lesson in your high school career."

She believed Richard would be afraid.

Bullying in American high schools is no joke. As the queen, she was naturally at the top of the food chain. Dealing with a nerdy student from the University of Tokyo would be a piece of cake for her.

Unfortunately, even if a pretty girl tries her best to make a threatening expression, Li will only find it funny.

Richard couldn't help but laugh:

"Alright, little kitty, get up, it's time for class."

Debbie, furious, grabbed Richard's shoulders with both hands:

"Don't call me a kitten! I'm a grown-up!"

Richard reached out a hand and easily pressed her back down.

His 12-point physique brought his physical fitness to the level of an average athlete.

Suppressing a middle school girl is a piece of cake.

A tremendous force came, and before Debbie could react, she found herself pinned firmly to the passenger seat.

She was incredulous; Richard's strength was beyond her imagination, and she couldn't move at all.

Debbie struggled even harder.

Richard held her firmly to the chair with just one hand, and smiled:

"If the other boys knew how beautiful Catherine was, they'd only envy me. I'd become 'Lucky Lee,' the envy of every man in school!"

Debbie said in horror:

"No! You can't do that!"

Richard whispered slowly in her ear:

"Furthermore, you seem to have misunderstood something. Under federal law, your mother committed a federal felony."

Debbie was stunned.

He actually used this to threaten me!

"Alright, be good, stop fooling around, little kitty." Richard looked her up and down, brushed aside her disheveled hair, and glanced at her thighs:

"Stop wearing short skirts and tall leather boots to look mature. Young girls should look young. Also, from now on, no tattoos, no drinking, no smoking DAMA, and no dating."

"Damn it!" Debbie glared. "Why should I live the way you want me to? You're not my father!"

Richard opened the car door and said:

"Debbie, listen to me, you don't want your mother to go to jail, do you?"

Debbie's beautiful big eyes widened in surprise:

"You actually dared to threaten me with this! You're a devil!"

......

Not far from the car, cheerleaders Serena and Susan, both Black girls, watched the interior of the vehicle with great interest.

Debbie and Richard were shoving each other inside the car.

In their view, the two seemed to be reliving the afterglow of last night's passion.

"Who's in the car? Looks like Debbie had a crazy night with that man." Serena's eyes were full of gossip.

"It's Richard! That bookworm from our class! Hahaha! Debbie dumped David and got a boyfriend from China?" Susan said incredulously.

"OMG! How could it be him?!"

She is a Chinese student studying abroad, but a second-generation immigrant. In order to integrate into the small circle of American students, she has become completely Westernized.

She wore an even more exaggerated, thin eyeliner than Tang Yuqing, and her lips, after being plumped up, were as thick as sausages. She also had her skin tanned. Apart from her facial features, she still looked like a student from Dongda University, and there was no trace of Dongda University left.

She couldn't understand how Debbie could have fallen for Richard.

Despite all the changes she's made, she can only ever be Debbie's follower and Serena's follower; Debbie rarely even glances at her.

Where is David?

The school's quarterback, with blond hair, a sunny and handsome appearance, and a height of 190 cm, how is he not better than this NERD?

In her view, Richard was completely isolated from the student group, so why should Debbie choose him?

......

"I don't usually like other eye colors, but they look pretty good on you." Richard smiled as he opened the door and got out of the car.

He casually glanced into the distance and, sure enough, saw two girls hiding in a corner peeking at him; they were his classmates, Serena and Susan.

He didn't see the two women, but he could vaguely sense that someone was watching him.

Just like when Debbie was watching his car from the shadows, he sensed it beforehand.

This is a magical experience that transcends the senses, somewhat like the legendary sixth sense.

"Could it be the effect of mental attributes?" Richard wondered to himself.

Susan was also a female student at the University of Tokyo. Her similar Asian makeup made him feel disgusted, and he glanced at her before quickly walking towards the school gate.

Richard walked through the metal detector gate, and the alarm went off.

The security guard remained calm and motionless.

Richard smiled kindly and waved the car keys in his hand:

"Sir, I have my car keys with me."

Asian faces exude an air of harmlessness.

The security guard wasn't even interested in looking at Richard's bag and waved his hand impatiently.

"BOY! Hurry up and go in, don't waste time."

Immediately afterwards, he blocked the black girl behind Richard and said in a gruff voice:

"Go home! Change out of your miniskirt!"

The black woman was full of fighting spirit and spoke like a rapper:

"Hey! Don't touch me! What I wear is my own business, you have no right to tell me what to wear!"

The security guard was clearly no pushover either:

"What you wear is your freedom, of course, but the school has a clear dress code: no miniskirts! This is Francis Lewis High School, not a nightclub! At your age, you should be wearing a skirt with a bear pattern!"

The students burst into laughter.

"Oh~"

Some people were even whistling at the security guard's witty remarks.

The police officers in the distance also watched the commotion with smiles on their faces.

The black woman was furious:

"Hey! That's racist! That yellow-skinned kid even brought a knife inside!"

"He only had a car key with him."

"You didn't even look at his bag, how do you know there wasn't a knife in it!"

"Everyone knows that guy's GPA is no less than 4, and even if he carries a knife, it's a pencil sharpener."

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Isn't this considered racial discrimination? Richard never expected that his observations would lead him to become the target of such gossip.

......

The lively school life began.

Richard first went to find the AP coordinator.

It's already early October, and you can choose AP courses. Richard filled it out before, but at that time he was only preparing for a regular school. Now he wants to apply to Ivy League schools, so he needs to change it.

Regular registration for AP courses closes before November, with exams in May of the following year, so it's still possible to register now.

Even if you exceed the time limit, it's okay. You can still complete the registration by paying an extra $45 per course.

In the heart of capitalism, the dollar can solve all problems.

The AP coordinator was a 300-pound white woman named Marian.

Marian said in a gentle tone:

"Richard, what do you need me for?"

Francis Lewis High School was just an average public school, and Marianne remembered almost every student who did well.

Richard said:

"Ms. Marian, I'd like to adjust my AP courses. Could you please provide a list of AP courses?"

"No problem." Marian pulled out a form.

Richard took a look.

He had only planned to apply to a school ranked between 50th and 100th, and had casually enrolled in a few AP courses.

Getting into an Ivy League school is different now.

Ivy League schools have very high requirements for AP courses. Princeton requires 5-8 AP courses, and all scores must be 5, which is extremely difficult.

If it weren't for his improved physical condition and sharper brain, Richard would have had no confidence at all.