The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Such a question made both Xia Jinyuan and Qin Xiu raise their eyes, staring deeply at Ye Jian. The student who asked the question could only say directly in Chinese: Worship foreigners.

How will she answer? What kind of way to refute the other party speechless?

The accompanying Pakistani staff also realized that such a question was too sharp, and when they were about to ask the next student to ask a question, Ye Jian suddenly said in Urdu, "It doesn't matter."

Xia Jinyuan's mouth twitched slightly when she said a sentence in Urdu suddenly. A little fox is a little fox. With her intelligence, she would definitely be able to answer such sharp questions calmly.

Although she was able to answer it, but since the Pakistani students are throwing bricks and stones to attract jade, there may be more sharp questions in the future.

But Xia Jinyuan thought it was an unnecessary waste of time, so he said to Qin Xiu: "The questioning time needs to be controlled. We need to leave school before 4:30, and it is already 4:00."

His thoughts coincided with Qin Xiu's. Qin Xiu nodded and said in a low voice: "This is the last question. I will talk to the teacher later. Miss Petty is also communicating with the staff around her. Wait for Ye Jian After answering, take a photo with the students in the class and then leave."

"You can't take a group photo together." Xia Jinyuan pressed the corners of his lips tightly, with a dark and cold look in his handsome face, "Ye Jian shouldn't leave a picture of her in a war-torn country, please communicate well with the Pakistani staff. What happened last night, Ye Jian has met members of Al Qaeda before, so take a group photo to be careful."

This really reminded Qin Xiu. Hearing this, he said with a solemn expression, "It's because I didn't think carefully. The group photo was cancelled. It's enough to sing a local children's song in Bafang with my classmates. She is prepared."

Standing on the podium, Ye Jian was wearing a simple and delicate navy blue slim-fitting school uniform. She represented thousands of students in China. Her face was as beautiful as mountains and rivers with a slight smile, and her dark eyes were shining brightly. It was calm, "If a festival is a representative of culture, then our country is undoubtedly a country that is inclusive of all rivers and can accept cultural differences from other countries."

"Hospitality and hospitality are the good traditions of our country. A festival that travels across the ocean to my country can be accepted by us. This is a big country's tolerance for foreign cultures, and it is a country's open-mindedness."

"In my understanding, the two cultures will never cause conflict, let alone disappear. The Chinese New Year is also famous overseas."

"Is this the annihilation of culture? No, it's just a kind of dissemination, letting more people know about it, allowing more people to accept it, and bringing happiness to more people."

There was a slight pause, and under the watchful eyes of several famous teachers and students, he stood on it like a green pine and proud snow, with a shallow smile, containing the momentum of a great country, and said: "Like this student, Pakistan's language is Urdu, and you ask in English from beginning to end, does this mean that you have abandoned your tradition and accepted a new culture?"

"No, it's not that you have abandoned traditions, but that you have accepted foreign traditions, just like Christmas is accepted by our country."

What I said before is all foreshadowing, this sentence is the key point.

The girl who asked the question changed from a vaguely smug face to an awkward expression at the end, and finally needed to say "thank you" sincerely, and sat down under Miss Petty's indifferent gaze.

This question was quickly known by the Chinese leaders, and in return the big leaders laughed loudly, "That's why I said that a strong youth makes a country strong. Xiaoye is a good student. You can understand it at a young age. It's rare, rare. "

There are still more tonight, still counting, counting, counting... code! I am so dedicated to my work that I even take out my code words when I sleep at night, and no one praises me!