Such a question made both Xia Jinyuan and Qin Xiu look up and stare at Ye Jian. The student was directly implying that they were worshipping foreigners.
How will she answer this? In what way will she refute and render the student speechless?
The accompanying Pakistani staff also realized that such a question was too sharp and sensitive, and wanted to let another student ask another question instead. But Ye Jian suddenly spoke in Urdu, "It's okay."
That sudden phrase in Urdu made Xia Jinyuan's mouth curve up. She was indeed a little fox. With her intelligence, she's more than able to answer such a sharp question calmly.
Even if she could answer that, the students would try to dig even deeper. There would be sharper questions next.
However, Xia Jinyuan felt that this was an unnecessary waste of time and asked Qin Xiu, "We need to control the time for questions. We need to leave the school by 4.30 pm. It's already four."
His thoughts were the same as Qin Xiu's. Qin Xiu nodded and whispered, "This is the last question. I will speak to the teacher later. Miss Betty is also communicating with the staff around her. When Ye Jian has finished answering, she can leave after taking a photo with the students."
"No photos." Xia Jinyuan pressed his lips slightly and his face had a dull, cold color, "Ye Jian should not have her picture taken in a war-torn country. Please communicate this with the Pakistan staff. The night before, Ye Jian had met with members from the al-Qaeda group. Things might happen if a photo is taken."
Qin Xiu was suddenly reminded of that and responded with a solemn expression. "I wasn't thinking well. We will not take the photo. It will be enough just for her to sing a local children's song with the students that she had prepared."
Standing on the podium, Ye Jian was wearing an exquisite navy blue school uniform, representing the thousands of students in her country. She had a smile as clear as the mountains and rivers, and her dark eyes glowed brightly. "If a festival represents culture, then our country would be a country that accepts and embraces the cultural differences of other countries undoubtedly."
"Passion and hospitality is a tradition that we are good at. Our country has accepted a festival that traveled across the seas. It shows our tolerance for foreign cultures, and we are a country with a broad mind."
"In my understanding, there would never be conflicts between two cultures, nor will they be obliterated because of the other. For example, our Spring Festival in China is also celebrated overseas."
"Is that the destruction of culture? No, it's just a kind of communication, letting more people know, understand and accept it. It brings happiness to more people."
There was a slight pause. She smiled slightly under everyone's gaze and she was standing upright, " student, the language of Pakistan is Urdu, but you asked the question in English from beginning to the end. Does that mean that you have abandoned your tradition and accepted a new culture?"
"No, you didn't. You accepted another country's tradition, just like how my country has accepted Christmas."
What she said before was all foreshadowing. That last sentence was the main point.
The girl who asked the question had her smug look wiped off her face. She was feeling embarrassed and even thanked her sincerely before sitting down under Miss Betty's cold gaze.
Soon, the Head knew about the question and chuckled heartily, "That's why I said that the country would be strong when the youth is strong. Little Ye is not bad. She understands it at such a young age. It's rare."