BXBX NOVEL Chapter 562 - The Problem With Being Sharp
Chapter 562: The Problem With Being Sharp
Pakistan was indeed dangerous. Al-Qaeda and terrorists. It wasn’t that bad to return earlier.
Xia Jinyuan noticed that she was gradually getting comfortable as their conversation went on and his eyes became brighter, “Everything is going smoothly. That’s why we can go back in advance.”
“You can return to the province ahead of time tomorrow. What about the school’s military training? Are you going to participate? It’s okay if you don’t. You can take a two-day break at school.”
The little fox was good in self-adjustments. Although he liked to see her being bashful, he hoped that she could control her emotions well when it came to him.
“I’ll participate in the military training. It’s boring to stay in school alone.” Ye Jian didn’t put too much thought into it and decided to go for the military training. After all, there was no reason for her not to go for it if she’s back.
She felt guilty to be hiding things from her form teacher, Mrs. Tong, who had always been very concerned about her.
Xia Jinyuan nodded. She’s not as free in the province as she was in the town. There were many people in school and there was no way she could leave the dormitory every day. It was better to participate in the school’s military training.
But there was a trace of guilt in her face just now... That should be because of her form teacher.
Uncle Chen lived in the military area. Besides not being able to walk out of the military, she could go everywhere she wanted in there. Then, her guilt would be because of her teacher and classmates that cared about her.
The little fox was always soft-hearted to those who were good to her.
Ye Jian arrived at Miss Betty’s school at 2.20pm in the afternoon. Although the school was not reminded about anything, they had already received a notice before ten in the morning and immediately began closed-door supervision.
The car drove to the school. Holding a bunch of flowers, Miss Betty greeted Ye Jian and presented them to her when she saw her get down from the car. She then hugged Ye Jian gently, “Jian, thank you.”
For protecting her that night, for saving the orphanage’s children, so that things didn’t worsen and her father was less accused by the public.
“We are friends. There’s no need for friends to say thank you.” Ye Jian patted her back lightly. “We have safely returned and are still living right under the sun. Miss Betty, this is our luck.”
The accompanying diplomatic staff was Qin Xiu. He interpreted every sentence that Ye Jian said to the teachers and students of Pakistan. First, they visited the campus. Then they returned to the classroom to say hello to the students in Miss Betty’s class. When they talked about the two country’s cultures, the Pakistani teachers and students would applaud her enthusiastically.
The atmosphere of the exchange was warm and harmonious, and Ye Jian answered the students’ questions calmly.
One of them asked if Ye Jian would be worried about their culture being diminished under the influence of other foreign cultures.
She gave an example that she went to China last year and it was Christmas then. Christmas is a foreign holiday, but everyone was happy about Christmas. However, their attitudes were colder when it came to the Spring Festival, a traditional holiday in China.