Chapter 562
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Even the glass was bulletproof. After the car started, Xia Jinyuan reminded the driver to drive faster. He turned to Ye Jian, who was listening carefully, and said, "After this afternoon's cultural exchange, we will go back home at six o 'clock."
"You're going back today? Isn't that three days earlier than expected? "Ye Chien pursed his lips and whispered," Did something happen that requires you to go back early? "
Pakistan was indeed a dangerous place. Al Qaeda and terrorists would appear at any time. It was good to go back early.
Xia Jinyuan noticed that her tense body gradually relaxed as they talked. A faint smile appeared in his eyes. "Everything went well. That's why I was able to return home in advance."
"You can go back to the province tomorrow. What about the military training? Do you still need to go? It's okay if you don't go. You can rest in school for two days. "
The little fox had a strong ability to control her emotions. Although he liked to see her shy face, he hoped that she would be able to control her emotions well.
"Go back and participate in the military training. It's boring to stay in school alone." Ye Chien didn't think much and decided to go back and participate in the military training. After all, she had already gone back. There was no reason for her not to go back.
She felt guilty for hiding the truth from her homeroom teacher, Miss Tong, who was very concerned about her.
Xia Jinyuan nodded. That was fine too. She didn't have as much freedom in the province as she did in the town. There were many people in school and she couldn't stay in the dormitory all day. Participating in the military training would be more relaxing and free.
There was a trace of guilt on her face just now. This trace of guilt … was probably because of her homeroom teacher.
Uncle Chen lived in the military area. Other than not being able to leave the military area, he could walk around freely in the military area. Therefore, her guilt was towards her homeroom teacher and classmates who cared about her.
Little Fox had always been very soft-hearted towards people who were good to her.
Ye Chien arrived at Miss Petty's school at 2: 20 pm. Although he didn't notify the school, they were notified before 10 am. The school immediately started to monitor the school.
The car drove directly to the school. Miss Petty, who was holding a bouquet of flowers, saw Ye Chien get out of the car. She went up to Ye Chien and gave him a gentle hug. "Thank you, Jane."
Thank you for protecting her the night before. Thank you for saving the children in the orphanage. Thank you for preventing the situation from worsening and for saving her father from being criticized by the public.
"We are friends. Friends don't need to thank each other." Ye Chien gently patted her on the back. "Miss Pettie, we're both lucky to be able to return safely and live under the sun."
The diplomatic staff accompanying them was Qin Xiu. Every word that Ye Chien said was translated by him to the Pakistani teachers and students. They first toured the campus, then returned to the classroom to greet Miss Pettie's students. When they talked about the cultures of the two countries, Ye Chien knew about the Pakistani culture in advance, so every word he said would receive enthusiastic applause from the Pakistani teachers and students.
The atmosphere of the exchange was warm and harmonious. Ye Chien calmly answered the students' questions.
One of the students asked Ye Chien if he was worried that the Chinese culture would be affected by foreign culture and disappear.
For example, when she went to China last year, it happened to be Christmas. She sharply pointed out that the Spring Festival was a traditional Chinese festival, and Christmas was just a foreign festival. However, she saw that everyone was happy for the arrival of Christmas, and the Spring Festival was cold and cheerless.
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