Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 382 - 232 It seems you’ve learned a bit of everythin

Before leaving, Li Ang fulfilled his cousin Liu nglin’s last small wish, which was to give her a ride to school one more ti.

As expected, amidst the morning on campus, with students and parents coming and going, Li Ang driving the Maybach, along with Catina, still beca the center of attention.

It also made a bunch of people curious, just what kind of family did this kid co from?

Thanks to the confidence Li Ang gave her, even the girl’s voice when greeting her classmates shed its previous softness and weakness.

"Is... Is this your family mber?"

Liu nglin’s roommate asked in surprise, while frequently turning her head to glance over at Li Ang.

"Yeah, he’s my brother."

Liu nglin nodded, without particularly emphasizing that Li Ang was her older cousin.

"How co you’ve never ntioned him before, and your brother is also super handso."

Even as she was speaking with Liu nglin, her roommate with the twin ponytails couldn’t help but sneak peeks in the direction where Li Ang stood.

Surrounded by winter school uniforms, as well as the down jackets and coats of parents, Li Ang in a simple black windbreaker, over 185cm tall, coupled with his structured physique, did not even need to show his full face for one to imagine him as an image of a top-level handso guy.

At that mont, Li Ang was standing with Catina at a breakfast stall, each buying a bowl of stir-fried rice noodles.

After having eaten too many so-called high-end cuisines and Western als in Arica, Li Ang had missed this taste for too long.

One significant reason he ca back to China this ti was the craving for the country’s delicious food.

He used to eat this frequently during high school, continued through college, and even after moving to the big city for work, though he found it harder and harder to co by.

Liu nglin was about to enter the school gate, but with one classmate asking her one mont and another inquiring the next, she decided to simply stand at the entrance, eating her breakfast while chatting with them.

Unlike the female classmates, who were mostly fixated on Li Ang’s good looks, Liu nglin’s male classmates paid more attention to the sight of her getting out of the Maybach.

"I’d rather not eat for three years, just to save up for a rcedes, bro."

The eyes of many boys were practically glued to the car.

Although they sotis saw one in the downtown area, to be so close to the car owner was a first.

But there was one boy, who ca on a bicycle, who paid attention to Li Ang himself.

"Co on, old Gong, why do you keep staring at her brother? What, you looking to find yourself a husband?"

No sooner had he sneaked a look than another classmate ca by, slung an arm around his shoulder, and teased him.

The student known as "Old Gong" turned around and said crankily:

"Jealous, are you?"

Amidst the baffled looks of nearby students, he imdiately moved his hand away from his classmate’s shoulder, "Bro, cut it out."

Gong Guangjun’s gaze returned to Li Ang, and after pondering for a mont, he said:

"I just feel like he looks really familiar, like I’ve seen him sowhere before, but I can’t quite rember where."

That’s when another female student ca over and joined in:

"I’ve already heard it from nglin, her brother ca from Arica, and it’s his first ti in China these past few days, how could you have seen him?"

"Arica?"

Gong Guangjun turned back, frowning in thought.

"Holy shit! I rember now, he’s that guy, that one, the cyclist, this year’s Tour de France champion, sh*t!"

"C’mon man, don’t stutter, it’s a good thing he’s a Chinese-Arican. If he were a black Arican bro, he’d have to knock you around a bit."

Gong Guangjun quickly squeezed over to Liu nglin’s side and asked with so urgency:

"What’s your brother’s na again?"

"Li Ang, what about it?"

Liu nglin replied, confused.

She had been as busy as a press conference that morning, holding a bowl of hot dry noodles that nearly cooled off before she had the chance to finish them because she was so preoccupied with answering questions from her classmates.

"Damn, it really is him! Can you get your brother’s autograph for ?"

Gong Guangjun wore the surprised expression of a fan eting their idol, behaving even more fanatical than the girls in his class.

"If it’s okay to ask for an autograph, could you also tell your brother, I want a hug?"

The twin ponytail roommate also ca over imitating Gong Guangjun’s request.

"Get lost, little green tea, don’t think I don’t know what you’re scheming. I just want his WeChat, that’s not too much to ask, right?"

A plump classmate nearby gave the twin ponytails a disdainful look as she said this.

Liu nglin ignored these joking remarks and continued to ask Gong Guangjun, sowhat puzzled:

"Why do you want his autograph? He’s not a celebrity. Oh, wait, I rember now, my brother is also so kind of UFO professional player, you like fighting, too?"

"What UFO, it’s UFC, you’ll have your brother fighting with aliens before you know it."

A boy wolfing down a burger beside them interjected.

The next second, he paused mid-bite of his burger, "What did you say? Your brother is a UFC fighter?"

The chubby boy quickly wiggled his way through the crowd to ensure he was hidden, then sneakily pulled out his phone from his pocket.

With his mouth full of burger, his fingers flew across his phone as he searched on Baidu.

"Li Ang, UFC, holy crap! It’s actually true, damn, your brother even holds the record for the fastest KO!"