Chapter 212 Because I Like It

"Hands up, don't move!"

A woman in police uniform rushed out from the darkness, holding a [Silver Light IV] in her hand and pointing the gun directly at Tian Chao.

Facing the female guard who suddenly rushed out, Tian Chao frowned, a coldness flashing in his eyes.

Then Tian Chao took out a round object from somewhere and threw it directly on the ground. Several of his subordinates also made the same move.

boom!

After a loud noise, a white light suddenly lit up, making the night brighter than the day!

"Flash bomb!" the female guard shouted, her face changed slightly, and she quickly released magic to disperse the white light, but Tian Chao and others had disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it!" The female guard cursed with a gloomy face. If Tian Chao hadn't wanted to take action, she wouldn't have been exposed so early. She would have arrested them all when her companions came over!

One police car after another drove over, and a number of guards walked out with guns and ammunition. Judging from the police uniforms on their bodies, they were all magic special police officers!

"Captain!" A guard ran to the female guard and saluted: "This area has been surrounded!"

The female guard nodded and was about to speak——

boom!

There was a loud noise not far away, and then a magical beam of light flashed away.

"Magic grenade!" The female guard's face darkened: "Hurry over and have a look, don't let them escape!"

"yes!"

The female guard turned around, her expression relaxed, and she looked at the man with half-white hair and some wrinkles on his face.

"Hello, I am He Xiang, the captain of Kunyang City Magic Special Police Team No. 1. Can you please cooperate?"

Zhuo Yan looked at the guard warily but said nothing.

The man looked away from He Xiang's face, and then said slowly: "Captain He, I have nothing to say, although I am very grateful to you for saving us from those gangsters."

"Ruffians?" He Xiang raised his eyebrows slightly: "You should understand that they..."

"Zhuo Yan, I'm tired, help me back." The man interrupted He Xiang's voice and said tiredly.

Zhuo Yan bowed apologetically to He Xiang, then quickly supported the man and walked towards the house.

He Xiang tightened his hands, his expression a little uncertain, and a guard behind him whispered: "Captain, do you want to take him back?"

"No need!" He Xiang said: "Go back first and ask a few brothers to keep an eye on this place. If those people just come here again, report to me immediately!"

"yes!"

…

"Even the magic SWAT team has been dispatched." Bei Ming Zhiyao looked at the guards who were beginning to evacuate: "Junior, you really guessed it right. That thief and his master are really not simple."

"That has nothing to do with us." Su Yian put the wallet back into his pocket: "I also found my wallet, it's time for us to leave."

Beiming Zhiyao nodded. Although she didn't know the purpose of the Security Bureau, as Su Yian said, no matter how things develop, it has nothing to do with them.

The two left this impoverished area together, and on their way back, they happened to see an interesting scene.

That was Brother Hu and others being escorted into a police car by the Magic SWAT Team. He Xiang stood aside with a gloomy face, shouting from time to time: "Hurry up and escort them all into the car, a bunch of bastards, how dare you stop us!"

Judging from some Da Qin coins scattered on the ground, I am afraid that Tian Chao and others deliberately scattered money on the ground when they evacuated, so that this group of idle people would hinder the pursuit of the Magic Special Police Brigade.

Su Yian withdrew his gaze and waited until all members of the Magic SWAT team had evacuated before starting to leave.

Silently, the two of them returned to the street. It was already getting late, and there were not as many pedestrians on the road as there were an hour ago.

Beiming Zhiyao glanced at Su Yian and hesitated to speak.

Su Yian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Bei Ming Zhiyao: "As for you asking me before why I hide my strength, my answer is..."

"like."

"Like it?" Beiming Zhiyao frowned slightly: "Do you like pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

"I like you." Su Yian's voice was calm and his eyes were calm.

like you…

Hearing this answer, Bei Ming Zhiyao was stunned. Her beautiful eyes opened involuntarily, but her pupils narrowed.

"Because I like you, I want to help you and help you accomplish your goals."

"If you want to change the school climate, you must find a representative from the poor students. This representative must convince the top students, and then use this to slowly eliminate the discrimination between the two sides."

"So I want to help you." Su Yian said, "This is the reason."

Although she was a little flustered by Su Yian's sudden confession, Beiming Zhiyao had not lost her calm yet.

"According to you, you liked me before you entered school, but we have never met before. How could you like me?"

"I've seen it." Su Yian smiled slightly: "But maybe you don't remember me at all."

"Huh?" Beiming Zhiyao looked confused. She really didn't remember seeing Su Yian.

Su Yian lowered his eyes slightly and spoke calmly: "I went to Kaiyun City in the Northeast after the first half semester of my third year of junior high school. Didn't a magician rob a bank? One of the hostages was me. ”

Beiming Zhiyao immediately recalled what happened in mid-January this year, which was only half a month after the New Year.

I remember that it was the winter vacation of the first year of high school, and I and Leng Yingxuan went there to visit the Fubuki Magic Academy located there.

As a result, she happened to encounter this incident on the road, so she rescued the hostages.

She did not notice that Su Yian was also among the hostages.

"President, your demeanor has left a deep impression in my mind." Su Yian said with a smile: "At that time, I made up my mind to go to Tianji Magic Academy to help you."

"So that's the case..."

Beiming Zhiyao murmured, and did not think that Su Yian was lying, because this incident was not widely reported, and it was not announced to the outside world that the hostages were rescued by two high school students.

At this time, Beiming Zhiyao was thinking about how to answer. She did not expect Su Yian's reason to be like this, nor did she expect him to confess.

"I'm sorry, President, for saying these things on my own initiative." Su Yian continued, "I'm sorry to bother you. I don't want your answer, I just want to express my thoughts."

"It doesn't matter if you refuse. President, you will develop into a big man. It's too early to talk about love now."

"And President, you are from a big family. How can I be worthy of you with my status? You will definitely meet someone better..."

"You are so discouraged, are you so sure that I will refuse you?"

Beiming Zhiyao took a step forward, put his hands behind his back, then turned around and spoke with a faint smile on his face.

"You are really not like the confident you always are."

Su Yian touched his head, looking a little at a loss.

Bei Ming Zhiyao chuckled: "Junior, you have such a side, which really surprised me."

After that, she paused and spoke again: "As for my answer, I won't tell you now. As you said, I don't have extra time to think about this matter now."

"But I can tell you clearly."

"I don't have no good feelings for you, junior. I still admire you very much." Bei Ming Zhiyao smiled and looked at Su Yian.

Su Yian's eyes lit up: "That is to say, I still have a chance."

"It depends on your performance."

After that, Bei Ming Zhiyao reached out to stop a taxi that was just passing by.

"It's getting late, junior, you should go back and rest early, I'll leave first."

After that, Bei Ming Zhiyao quickly opened the car door and sat on the seat, but because of her anxiety, her forehead accidentally touched the frame, but she seemed not to feel any pain, and quickly closed the car door and let the driver drive.

Obviously, Bei Ming Zhiyao's heart was not as calm as when he spoke.

Seeing Bei Ming Zhi Yao "fleeing in panic", Su Yi An couldn't help but smile. This student council president is really cute sometimes.

"Okay, I finally got her out of here..." Su Yi An breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and started to return along the same route.

...

"Miss, your face is a little red. Did something good happen?" Liu Yan looked at Bei Ming Zhi Yao who walked into the house and asked jokingly.

As a person who has experienced it, she knew what happened as soon as she saw Bei Ming Zhi Yao's expression.

Her ruddy face, with a silly smile on her lips from time to time...

"Let me guess, did a boy confess to you?"

"Confession?!"

Bei Ming Zhi Yao was very sensitive to these two words now. She came back to her senses from her immersion, and subconsciously looked around, as if looking for someone.

Liu Yan laughed out loud: "Miss, you told me before that he was just your classmate."

"Ahem!" Bei Ming Zhiyao coughed lightly to hide her panic, and then said seriously: "Sister Yan, you are really getting more and more gossipy."

"Yes, I am gossipy." Liu Yan came close to Bei Ming Zhiyao: "Tell me, what happened tonight? And you actually met, this is fate, listen to me..."

Seeing that Liu Yan was about to continue talking, Bei Ming Zhiyao hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I still have something to do."

Liu Yan immediately restrained the gossip on her face and said seriously: "Please give me your orders, Miss."

The attitude changed so quickly that people suspected that the gossipy look just now was an illusion.

Bei Ming Zhiyao was not surprised. This was what she admired most about Liu Yan. She could always clearly distinguish the main from the secondary.

"On January 15th of this year, you should find a way to get me the surveillance footage from the bank that happened in Kering."

Liu Yan was stunned. Although she was wondering why Bei Ming Zhiyao needed that thing, she didn't say anything more and just said, "I understand."

As a subordinate, never ask the boss's intentions. This is also one of Liu Yan's ways of survival.

...

(To be continued)