Chapter Twelve: Mu Qinglan

  "Beautiful girl, your bag." Zhao Yang proactively handed over the handbag in his hand to the young girl.

  The girl's face was flushed and she was panting, but after taking the bag handed over by Zhao Yang, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and immediately revealed a smile, gratefully saying: "Thank you for helping me get my bag back."

  The girl proactively stretched out her tender white small hand.

  Zhao Yang smiled slightly and said, "No need to be polite. It's just a small effort."

  At the same time, he also gently held the girl's hand. It must be said that the girl's skin is extremely good, smooth and delicate, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as "like jade". Especially when her small hand fell into Zhao Yang's palm, it felt soft and boneless, tender and smooth.

  To avoid being misunderstood as intentionally flirting, Zhao Yang only held on for a brief moment before letting go.

  "Oh, right. Take a look and see if anything is missing." Zhao Yang reminded him, the little thief was pinned to the ground by his foot and couldn't move at all, if something was really missing, it could be found on the thief's body.

  The girl heard this and opened her bag to take a look. She immediately lifted her head and gave Zhao Yang a sweet smile, saying: "Everything is here!"

  "It's fine as long as nothing is lost." Zhao Yang smiled slightly.

  At this time, the onlookers around saw that the thief was subdued by Zhao Yang with ease, and they all applauded.

  "Good job, young man!"

  "This young man's skills are really impressive, he subdued the thief with just a few moves and bare hands, even the police couldn't do it that well."

  "This guy must have practiced, I've never seen anyone wield a dagger with such familiarity and elegance. Tsk tsk..."

  In response to the surrounding pedestrians' praise, Zhao Yang just smiled slightly. He then opened his mouth and said: "Which of you guys would trouble yourselves to call the police and send this little thief to the police station?"

  Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, some of the passersby immediately responded: "The police have already been notified. They should be arriving soon."

  Although most people don't have the courage to fight against thugs in person, they still have the awareness to call and report to the police.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, in no time, several police patrol motorcycles arrived.

  First of all, there was a tall and slender policewoman, her tight uniform outlining her fiery figure perfectly. Her towering breasts stood out even more against the uniform's lining, causing passersby to take an extra few glances.

  "What's going on? Who just called the police?"

  The female police officer jumped off the motorcycle with a nimble movement, took off her helmet and revealed a refreshing and heroic face. The skin on her body was not as pale as that of ordinary office workers, but presented a healthy wheat-colored complexion.

  Upon hearing the policewoman's words, the surrounding pedestrians immediately pointed at Zhao Yang in the middle and said: "Just now a thief snatched that little girl's bag, it was that young man who caught the thief."

  Upon hearing this, the policewoman couldn't help but cast her gaze towards Zhao Yang, who was standing on the thief's foot. Seeing Zhao Yang's frail and bookish appearance, a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.

  He immediately walked up to Zhao Yang and said, "Hello, I am Xia Ying, a police officer from the Dongyang Branch. Thank you for your bravery in catching the thief."

  Zhao Yang also took a closer look at the very pretty policewoman in front of him, who was probably around 23 or 24 years old and looked like she had just graduated from police school not long ago.

  "Hello, this is what I should do. Then he's handed over to you." Zhao Yang nodded and immediately loosened his foot that was stepping on the thief.

  At this time, several other police officers rushed forward and handcuffed the thief behind Xia Ying.

  As he was dragged away, the little thief turned back and glared at Zhao Yang with a fierce gaze.

  "Thanks for your cooperation. If there's nothing else, we'll take him back to the police station now," said Xia Ying.

  After several policemen took away the thief, the onlookers saw that there was nothing more to see and dispersed.

  At this time, the girl who had just been robbed of her bag thanked Zhao Yang again: "Right, I haven't asked for your name yet. If it wasn't for you just now, everything in my bag would have been gone."

  "Hehe, I'm Zhao Yang."

  "Zhao Yang? The Zhao of Zhao Qian Sun Li, and the soaring Yang?"

  "En, not bad." Zhao Yang nodded with a smile.

  "My name is Mu Qinglan, 'Mu' as in admiration, 'Qing' as in green grass, and 'Lan' as in mountain mist!" The girl said with a shy smile. "By the way, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? Why don't I treat you, and thank you for helping me get my bag back at the same time?"

  Zhao Yang looked up at the sun in the sky, it was almost noon, and he didn't say anything, but now that he mentioned it, his stomach really did feel hungry, the few buns he had eaten for breakfast had already been digested.

  At this point, he didn't refuse either, nodded and said: "Then thank you very much."

  Mu Qinglan smiled sweetly, "This is what should be. If anyone should thank, it's me thanking you! Hehe!"

  The two of them soon found a place nearby to eat.

  "By the way, Mu Qinglan, are you a student of H University?" Zhao Yang asked casually. There is only one university here in H, and usually most young men and women around twenty years old nearby are students of H University.

  "Yes, I'm a freshman this year. Hehe, just call me Qinglan. Zhao Yang, you're not also from H University, are you? Are you an upperclassman?" Mu Qinglan blinked at Zhao Yang.

  Zhao Yang rubbed his nose and said, "To think of it, I should be considered your senior. But due to some things, I took a two-year break from school, so this year I'm also a freshman just like you!"

  "Really? Haha, it seems that we two are still quite fated." Mu Qinglan said with a smile, her cheeks revealing two shallow dimples, which were particularly good-looking.

  While they were talking, the dishes had already been served.

  It was just the two of us and we didn't have any particular preferences so we randomly ordered a few home-style dishes.

  They chatted while eating for almost half an hour like this, and finally they finished their meal.

  "Zhao Yang, what's your phone number? Let's hang out again next time we have a chance." Mu Qinglan pulled out a super popular Ai Feng smartphone from her bag.

  "Hmm..."

  Zhao Yang heard this and scratched his head in embarrassment, saying: "Uh, I don't have a cell phone..."

  "So, do you have a QQ number or WeChat? Let's add each other as friends." Mu Qinglan continued.

  "There isn't either." Zhao Yang shook his head slightly, looking somewhat disheartened. He had been a vegetable for two years due to a car accident, so how could he have these things?

  It was clear that Mu Qinglan hadn't expected Zhao Yang to respond like this, and if she hadn't seen the sincere look on his face, which didn't seem fake, she would have almost thought that he was intentionally unwilling to tell her his contact information.

  After all, in this day and age, if you say you don't have a mobile phone, it's barely understandable. Although the penetration rate of mobile phones is already very high, there are always a few people who don't have one. But if you don't even have QQ or WeChat... then you can be considered a rare animal.

  After being stunned for a moment, Mu Qinglan had to take out paper and pen from her bag, wrote down her phone number and handed it over to Zhao Yang.

  "Zhao Yang, this is my phone number and penguin number **, remember to contact me when you're free!" Mu Qinglan said with a flirtatious blink of her eyes.

  Zhao Yang glanced at the note in his hand and put it into his pocket, smiling: "Good."

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