My Player 2

Chapter 422 Wangshu
After the show "Amu Xiao" ended, Li Yuan took her daughter and left the main stage.

"Excuse me, miss, is this your little sister? She's so cute!" A clean-cut young man shyly blocked their path. "Could you do me a small favor?"

Li Yuan pulled her daughter closer to her, adopting an expression that kept everyone at arm's length:

"roll."

"Huh? Okay, before I leave, can I have your WeChat?" The handsome young man seemed unfazed and persisted.

Li Yuan gave her a cold shoulder, grabbed her daughter who kept peeking out, and walked away without looking back.

no way.

This mother and daughter are so good-looking that no fewer than 10 men have tried to chat them up.

Unlike those students who were so nervous they stuttered and trembled while speaking, this seemingly shy young man wasn't nervous at all when approaching people; he was definitely a smooth-talking scumbag.

When faced with a truly shy young man, Li Yuan would respect his self-esteem and politely refuse him.

But she absolutely dared not give this seasoned lover the slightest bit of a friendly look.

After all, his daughter was right next to him. She was at the age where she was just beginning to experience romantic feelings. The other kids in her class were a bunch of silly teenagers who focused all their energy on studying. No matter how mischievous they were, they were essentially honest kids.

After spending a lot of time with them, it's hard for young girls to resist when they suddenly encounter men who go to great lengths just to attract women.

Li Yuan began to worry about her daughter.

She's been that age herself, and she knows that if a girl that age tries to hide something from her parents, they'll never find out.

Moreover, she has been extremely busy lately, but she still sensed that her daughter was hiding something from her.

Thinking of this, she held her daughter's hand and couldn't help but tighten her grip.

Li Yuan felt increasingly anxious.

In this exhibition hall, most of the people are young people with high hormone levels. How could she not feel any excitement in such an environment?

She couldn't help but think of her deceased husband.

I entrusted everything to him, how could he suddenly die...?

Being alone is so tiring.

For her daughter's sake, 36-year-old Li Yuan has actually not had sex for seven years.

"There's a bomb!!!" A scream came from the ticket gate not far away.

But there were too many people at the convention, and the noise was like layers of fishing nets, blocking out the screams from afar. Only those near the security checkpoints ran inside like madmen.

Regardless of whether there was a bomb or not, Li Yuan had already anticipated a stampede.

The idea had only been in my head for a moment.

Li Yuan felt her hand loosen, and a silver light shot out from her side.

By the time she came to her senses, her daughter had already rushed to the security checkpoint, grabbed the handbag containing the bomb, smashed her head against the tempered glass of the exhibition hall, and fell from the second floor to the open space below.

"Ranran!!!" Li Yuan let out an extremely shrill scream.

Ignoring the pedestrians who were knocked down, she stepped over them and rushed toward her daughter.

She acted like a madwoman, bumping into several people along the way. If she hadn't been stopped in the end, she probably would have jumped down through the gap.

She knelt beside the shattered tempered glass, shards of glass embedded in her leg, blood gushing out like a stream, but she felt nothing, her upper body almost sticking out.

Below, in the open space outside the exhibition hall, no explosion was heard.

Li Yuan only saw a crescent moon.

Oh, that's a young girl.

She was wrapped in a silver tutu, the hem of which billowed in a soft arc. Lace stockings climbed up her slender legs to her knees, the delicate moon-shaped patterns on the edges resembling a sliver of hazy, pure white moonlight. The girl knelt on the ground, patent leather over-the-knee boots clinging to her calves, clutching a newly opened package filled with bomb dolls.

The scorching sun beat down on the earth, but it could not dim the cool moonlight emanating from the young girl.

no doubt.

She was a magical girl.

Li Yuan, no—'Li Yuan' was more certain than anyone else that she was a magical girl.

Staff members gathered around. Besides the exhibition hall bodyguards who looked like the sky had fallen, there was also a group of people dressed in casual clothes but with strong physiques who came over and dispersed the crowd that wanted to watch the commotion.

The security guard pulled up the stunned Li Yuan and hurriedly called for someone to get a first-aid kit.

Several plainclothes officers, disguised as tourists, jumped down from the gap on the second floor and surrounded the girl as if she were some kind of monster.

"Please come with me." An officer in plainclothes showed his identification.

These people seemed particularly nervous, and instinctively put their hands on their waists.

"Hey hey hey hey hey!" A middle-aged man with a big belly rushed over.

"What are you doing? We're on the same side!"

His hair was sparse, and he had the typical beer belly of a leader, but he didn't have the air of someone in a position of authority; he looked like a typical nerdy guy.

Hearing the familiar voice, the silver-clad girl calmed down from her panic. She stood up and waved to the uncle who was jogging towards her:

"Uncle Peng!"

The plainclothes officers surrounding the illegal superhuman were nearly startled into drawing their guns by this action.

But they held back.

It's no wonder they overreacted; this is the fifth superhuman to suddenly appear, and in the previous similar cases, nearly half resulted in casualties.

The victims' deaths were...extremely gruesome.

They are a newly established department, composed of elites transferred from various departments.

No matter how outstanding they were in the past, or how many times they faced death, they still felt a kind of soul-deep fear every time they came into close contact with superhumans.

It's like a rabbit encountering a wolf.

"Amu Xiao" pushed aside the plainclothes agent, grabbed the girl's arm, and shielded her behind him, then shouted at the crowd:
"What's wrong with you guys? You managed to turn a short video into this mess, almost causing a stampede. Can you take responsibility if something had happened?!"

Although the small screen next to the main stage was still playing a video of "Amu Owl" leading newbies to fight monsters, it was recorded a few hours ago.

He happened to be nearby before the accident occurred.

This attracted the attention of the entire exhibition hall.

People are already holding up their phones and filming short videos below.

The entire exterior wall of the exhibition hall is made of tempered glass floor-to-ceiling windows, so short videos can be taken and posted immediately, and there's no way to stop them.

Under the watchful eyes of countless cameras, "Amu Xiao" snatched the handbag from the girl's arms, opened the bomb-shaped plush toy inside, showed it to the people filming, pointed at the crowd at the second-floor booth, and shouted:
"Fuck you, which idiot played this prank? It almost caused a stampede, do you know that?"

"Are you brainless? No matter who you are, don't even think about running away. This is enough to get you sentenced, and if you're a minor, you'll be locked up in a juvenile detention center."

He shouted and cursed without regard for his image, trying to define the incident as a prank.

But the plainclothes agent, the girl with her head down, and 'Amu Owl' himself all knew that these fluffy bomb dolls were real ones that would have caused a violent explosion just two minutes ago.

The terrorist attack is real.

The magical girl simply used her powers to turn it into a fluffy little doll.

(End of this chapter)