Maybe I'm a magician

Perhaps because Anya and Li Wei were wearing expensive dresses, and she was driving a luxury car worth millions of dollars, the police were very kind to her.

"Oh, here...this is my vehicle registration and my driver's license," Anya said. "I have a driver's license!"

She emphasized that sentence.

Li Wei also handed over his driver's license and passport, which he had just received a couple of days ago.

"But... Miss Anya," the police officer said, examining her, "with all due respect, this is no excuse for driving at 60 mph (approximately 96 km/h) in downtown Manhattan. According to New York State law, even on expressways, the speed limit is 40 mph—"

He suddenly stopped and sniffed the air inside the car.

"You've been drinking?" He shook his head and put their identification documents into a bag. "Please keep your hands up where I can see them and follow my instructions to get out of the car. It seems you two kids will have to spend the night at the police station, waiting for your parents to bail you out."

Minors driving, drunk driving, violations of nighttime driving regulations, and passenger-related laws...

"Oh wait, officer," Anya thought for a moment, then pulled a wallet from her inner pocket, "Considering I'm a minor..."

She counted out several $100 bills.

"Are you trying to bribe me?" The policeman raised an eyebrow, his anger blazing. "That's illegal. Get out of the car now!"

"The police in Moscow aren't like that..."

Anya pouted and prepared to push open the door and get out of the car.

"Wait, officer," Li Wei suddenly said, "I have a question for you, is that alright?"

He's in jail, and his guardian will be required to pay for his bail. And right now, his only guardian, Don Quixote, is still in Delaware.

"Any other questions?" Seeing that Li Wei was also dressed in a suit and tuxedo, the policeman barely suppressed his anger. "But watch your words, kid. What you say will be recorded as evidence."

“I know we broke some laws for speeding,” Levi said, “but as a police officer, you sometimes break the law too, don’t you?”

Anya turned around abruptly, looking at Li Wei with some surprise.

A "ding" sounded in Li Wei's mind.

"Yes," the policeman smiled, "I sometimes do too."

"That's interesting," Levi gestured for Anya not to get out of the car yet. "It's normal for people in positions of power to have a few small privileges, isn't it?"

"Yes, kid, yes, it's a kind of joy you can't imagine," the policeman suddenly smiled, lost in his memories, "Sometimes I would turn on the police lights late at night and speed away, not for any special reason, just because I could."

"Right?" Levi said. "Why not? It's so much fun."

“Yes, and sometimes I’ll deliberately stop some black guys’ cars,” he said with a smile. “Even if they have decent jobs and drive nice cars bought with their own money, I’ll deliberately arrest them for theft and give them a hard time, just because I like it—”

"Hey Adam!"

In the United States, police officers are deployed in teams of at least two people, consisting of a lead officer and an auxiliary officer.

The auxiliary police officer in the car saw that the chief officer had been stopped in front of the car for so long, and thought that he had encountered some danger, so he called out to him.

The police officer's eyes quickly regained their focus, and a second later he realized what he had said, and he hurriedly covered his mouth.

“Look, officer, I believe you’re an honest officer,” Levi shrugged, “but nobody’s perfect, and I think we all deserve a second chance, don’t we?”

"Yes, officer," Anya chimed in with a pitiful expression, "Please let us go this time."

"I'm fine, Tom!" the officer yelled to his partner, removing his body camera and erasing the recording as he spoke. "Okay, okay... drive safely, kids. I won't give you a ticket this time, but don't do it again, okay?"

He returned the documents to Anya and Li Wei.

"No problem," Anya assured her, "I swear!"

...

"How did you do that?"

In the Beiling Ridge area, in front of Li Wei's house, Anya rested her elbow on the steering wheel, her head on her arm, tilting her head to look at Li Wei.

"How did you do that?" Levi shrugged. "Maybe I'm a magician?"

Anya laughed.

"Oh, the magician's trick again. Okay, magician," she winked, "I'll remember you now. I'm telling the truth this time."

"Be careful on the way back," Li Wei said as he got out of the car. "Don't speed."

Anya stepped on the gas, and the G800's specially tuned AMG engine let out a beastly growl as it slowly drove away.

As Anya drove northeast along Henry Hudson Avenue, she suddenly felt that the car was completely empty.

She picked up her phone to make a call, but suddenly didn't know who to call.

In September, New York is on Daylight Saving Time, and Moscow is 7 hours ahead of New York in time.

It's 11 p.m. in New York, which is already 6 a.m. the next morning in Moscow.

Her relatives, classmates, friends, and best friends are probably still asleep.

As for New York... come on.

She reluctantly stuffed her phone into her bag, then took it out again.

Suddenly she slapped her forehead hard and honked the horn loudly.

Damn it! I've been chatting with Li Wei for so long, and we haven't even exchanged contact information!

About half an hour later.

The exhaust note of the G800 became much quieter as it entered Palisades Drive in Riverdale.

This is one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the Bronx, where the breeze from the Hudson River weaves through dense oak groves, isolating the hustle and bustle of Manhattan from the Henry Hudson Bridge to the south.

Although each apartment here costs over $700 million, and the climate in New York is much better than in Moscow, Anya still doesn't really like it here.

Anya parked her car in the underground garage and returned to her large, single-level apartment on the top floor.

"Miss Anya, I heard you didn't attend the entire banquet?"

A woman in a black fitted suit with short blonde hair spoke slowly from the entrance hall.

"Yes, Aunt Katya, I ran into Alex again, that jerk," Anya casually tossed her her little dress jacket, "It ruined my mood for the party, so I just left."

"Someone said they saw you leave with a boy," Katya said calmly. "Is this your new friend?"

Anya kicked off her high heels, shuffled her bare feet on the soft cashmere carpet, then threw herself into the sofa, letting out a comfortable groan.

"Yes~" she said, looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, "I met a very interesting magician."

"Get some rest, Miss," Katya said, squatting down to put Anya's high heels away. "You have a tennis lesson early tomorrow morning."

Anya puffed up her cheeks again, trying to inflate herself into the shape of a pufferfish, before quickly deflating.

"Yes, yes, yes," she said listlessly, chuckling as she sat up from the sofa. "Ugh, I don't understand why Dad sent me to New York... I could have gotten into Moscow State University without doing anything in Moscow..."

An hour later, Anya, wearing a silk nightgown, lay curled up on the mattress, unable to fall asleep.

She got out of bed, and in the soft silver moonlight streaming into the room from the riverbank, along with the nightlight at her feet, she picked up her tablet and began searching for information about Li Wei.

"Lee Vie... a four-star player rating?" She looked at the information she found online. "Franklin K. Lane High School?"

While searching, she suddenly came across a tweet that said, "Keep it up next Friday, Franklin vs Erasmus High School."

She did some online research and discovered that Erasmus High School, which Levi was going to face, was one of the dominant schools in the New York public football system, consistently supplying professional players to the NCAA and NFL for decades.

Anya blinked and glanced at her schedule—

Wednesday afternoon: Latin class.

Thursday afternoon: Tennis lesson.

Friday evenings: Host the school's French club and tutor younger students in reading.

She decisively crossed out the French club courses.