Chapter 147 The Sudden Change of Painting Style

Song Yan also felt very speechless. How could this female traffic police officer be so insufferable, so she grabbed his shoulders and planned to take him away forcibly.

"Let him go!" Ma Jingchu took a step forward and blocked Shi Xiaoyue's way with an angry look in his eyes.

"This eldest sister, please let me go, or I will sue you for obstructing the police's official duties!" Shi Xiaoyue said slowly, but those words fell in Ma Jingchu's ears, but they were enough to make her half-dead.

"Officer, can't you be accommodating?" Song Yan said with a wry smile, knowing that the policewoman was so difficult, why would he speed up.

"The law is an iron law, how can it be accommodating!" Shi Xiaoyue sneered, while speaking, Shi Xiaoyue tried to force Song Yan away with her hands, but with this force, she found that the boy was like roots rooted in the soles of his feet and could not be pulled at all.

For a while, Shi Xiaoyue was a little surprised. Although she was a woman, she was also a martial arts expert, and her strength was not weak, not to mention a little white face like Song Yan.

So, she put a little more strength on her hands.

But he still couldn't pull it. He raised his eyes to look at Song Yan, and found that the kid was looking at him with a smile instead of a smile, and there was a faint contempt in his eyes.

Immediately, Shi Xiaoyue was furious, and the internal energy in her body suddenly started to flow, pouring into her arms.

But strangely, she still couldn't pull Song Yan by half a point.

"How is this possible?" Shi Xiaoyue was shocked. After pouring her inner strength, her hand had at least a thousand pounds of strength.

"Officer, don't waste your time! You can't pull me! Otherwise, you'd better go in with me. After this game is over, let's go to the traffic police team!" Song Yan said with a smile.

Ma Jingchu and Zheng Yun on the side also saw the signs. The policewoman couldn't pull Song Yan at all. Thinking about it, she was a young hero who could kill more than ten terrorists. She must have martial arts. How could a small traffic policeman be so helpless?

"Auntie doesn't believe this evil!"

Hearing Song Yan's words, Shi Xiaoyue with a hot personality would not admit defeat, the other hand clasped Song Yan's left shoulder and worked hard together.

But Song Yan was like an iron statue, no matter how Shi Xiaoyue used his inner strength, he couldn't shake him.

Seeing Shi Xiaoyue slumped, Ma Jingchu seemed to have drank a bowl of ice water in the dog days, refreshed from head to heel, and sneered: "This police officer, don't waste your time, we Yan can solve more than ten horrors with our bare hands. You're a young hero, don't compete with him with your small body!"

Hearing this, Shi Xiaoyue couldn't help but stare at Song Yan excitedly, "Are you the young hero in the hijacking incident?"

"Don't you read the news and newspapers?" Ma Jingchu continued to mock.

Shi Xiaoyue, as if she didn't hear it, continued to stare at Song Yan and asked, "Are you really that person?"

Song Yan smiled and nodded.

With Song Yan's recognition, Shi Xiaoyue's face became even more excited, and there was even a hint of admiration in her eyes: "Then can you sign my name?"

"What?"

Song Yan, Ma Jingchu, and Zheng Yun were collectively dumbfounded. This style of painting has changed too quickly.

Fortunately, Song Yan reacted immediately and said, "That...it's no problem for the police officer to sign an autograph, but you have to let me go first!"

"Excuse me."

Shi Xiaoyue quickly let go of Song Yan, and took out a stack of tickets and a ballpoint pen from her body, handed them to him, and looked at him with curious eyes. Others might not know the inside story of the hijacking incident, but she knew, because Her brother Shi Xiaofeng is a member of the Yanhuang Bureau, the most mysterious department of the Yanhuang Kingdom.

And happened to be led by him to investigate the hijacking incident.

Therefore, she also learned some inside information. There were thirteen hijackers in total, four of them were warriors, three were born at the first level, and one was at the third level, and three of them died at the hands of Song Yan, including the third level.

Although they were all killed separately, even so, it was enough to show that Song Yan was at least a martial artist of the third level of the innate.

Besides, he is only seventeen years old, an absolute genius!

Therefore, the Yanhuang Bureau has already conducted a secret investigation on him, and once the time is ripe, they will recruit him into the Yanhuang Bureau.

And Shi Xiaoyue's biggest wish is to join the Yanhuang Bureau.

It's a pity that the Yanhuang Bureau's minimum standard of strength for members is that the strength reaches the first level of the innate, and she only reaches the acquired consummation.

A seventeen-year-old congenital triple, and she admires the strongest, so she has always longed to meet Song Yan.

Song Yan took the paper and pen, only to find that the other party handed over a ticket, and was speechless: "Where is the signature?"

"That... just sign the back." Obviously, Shi Xiaoyue also discovered this, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

"All right!"

Song Yan handed the ticket signed with his name to Shi Xiaoyue: "Officer, I can go now! After the game is over, can I report to the traffic police brigade?"

"What game?" Shi Xiaoyue asked curiously.

"Piano competition!" Song Yan replied.

"You still play the piano?" Shi Xiaoyue was a little surprised.

"Ayan is the youngest piano master in our country of Yanhuang, do you think he can play the piano!" Ma Jingchu said angrily, obviously she was still brooding about what happened just now.

"Well, can I go in and listen?"

"sure!"

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As soon as Song Yan and his group walked into the backstage, the reporters who had been waiting impatiently for a long time suddenly lit up and rushed over with their long guns and short cannons.

"Song Yan, why did you arrive at this time, is it because you are famous and playing big names?" a male reporter asked.

"Of course not. I went to Jiangzhou yesterday and I have been trying my best to drive back." Song Yan responded with a smile. It was not the first time he had been interviewed, so although he was upset with the reporter, he still answered calmly.

Obviously, Song Yan's answer made the reporter not very satisfied, he changed the conversation and continued to ask: "I heard that your piano level has reached the level of a master, you don't think that coming to participate in this type of competition is to bully the small. Suspect?"

Song Yan was a little annoyed by the reporter's deliberately trying to find fault with him, but he also knew that the reporter was probably trying to provoke him deliberately. If he was really angry, he might fall into the other party's scheme.

So he said loudly: "I think I still have a lot of room for improvement in piano performance, and participating in the competition is also to exercise my stage experience. Besides, I think other contestants have also performed well, such as Song Xue, who played the song she played. "The Kite and the Wind" I think is very good, and there is a player named Xia Xiang, and his performance is also very good!"

The male reporter wanted to continue asking questions to make things difficult for Song Yan, but so many reporters were waiting to interview Song Yan, how could he be occupied by him alone, so as soon as Song Yan finished speaking, another female reporter quickly asked: " Song Yan, can you talk about your first reaction when you knew there were terrorists on the plane?"

"Of course I'm worried, but also some fear."

"Then why would you choose to shoot in that situation?"

These questions were covered in previous interviews, so Song Yan answered them officially.

Nearly an hour later, the interview was over, and the piano finals had already begun. However, the organizer arranged Song Yan's performance at the end.

Finally, it was Song Yan's turn to appear.

As soon as he came to the stage, the audience burst into cheers like a tide.