The Divine Healer Gets a Divorce after Reincarnating!

Seeing this, Jiang Rong’s smile grew even more satisfied. “You all are indeed very enthusiastic!”

“Since we will be hosting foreign guests, everyone will need to brush up on their foreign language speaking skills.”

At Jiang Rong’s words, a few who had eagerly raised their hands now seemed to shrink back, stealthily retracting their hands.

Jiang Rong saw this, but since the activity was voluntary, she naturally did not insist.

Her gaze swept over to Xia Chen, and she asked with a hint of curiosity, “Xia Chen, don’t you plan to sign up?

Xia Chen being called out didn’t surprise the others.

After all, he was now firmly the top student in terms of academic performance in the class; even if someone were to be appointed, it would have to be him.

Moreover, Xia Chen’s performance in foreign language classes had also proved that he definitely had the capability.

Under everyone’s gaze, Xia Chen stood up: “Teacher Jiang, my family has a lot of things going on recently, and I’m afraid I don’t have the energy to participate in any extra activities.”

Although Jiang Rong felt it was a pity, since Xia Chen was unwilling, she could not persuade him further. “Although the teacher thinks this is a great opportunity to showcase yourself, if you’re not willing to participate, I won’t force you.”

Upon hearing Xia Chen’s refusal, Zhou Chen’s face immediately revealed a triumphant expression.

After Jiang Rong finished announcing the news, she started packing up her things to prepare for the class.

At that moment, there was a noise at the door, and Principal Xue Shan pushed it open, saying to Jiang Rong, “Teacher Jiang, could you step out for a moment, please?”

Jiang Rong quickly put down her things, not daring to delay.

“Principal, what do you need to see me for?” Jiang Rong gently closed the classroom door from the outside before asking.

“Arrange for that Xia Chen from your class to attend the hosting event this time,” Xue Shan said in an uncompromising tone.

“But…” Jiang Rong hesitated.

After all, Xia Chen had just made his position clear, and it seemed somewhat inappropriate to force someone to participate.

Seeing this, Xue Shan asked, “What’s the problem?”

Jiang Rong pursed her lips: “Xia Chen has already expressed that he doesn’t want to go.”

“Then you’ll have to find a way to make him go!” Xue Shan’s face showed dissatisfaction. “Can’t you handle even this small matter?”

Jiang Rong opened her mouth but knew it was futile to say more.

After all, she wasn’t asking Xia Chen to do anything bad. If this hosting task was well completed, it might well benefit Xia Chen’s future development. With this in mind, Jiang Rong nodded. “I’ll talk to him again.”

“Good, let’s settle it at that!” Xue Shan declared and then turned and left.

Jiang Rong stood at the classroom door, sighed softly, turned around, and went back inside to start the class.

As soon as the bell rang, Jiang Rong stopped Xia Chen. “Xia Chen, come with me to the office.”

Although puzzled, Xia Chen rose and followed.

Liu Hua nudged Xia Wan’s arm. ‘What do you think Teacher Jiang wants with your brother?”

Xia Wan, continuing to work on her original drawing, didn’t look up as she responded, “She’s probably trying to persuade my brother to join the hosting event.”

“Didn’t your brother already state his position? Teacher Jiang also said she wouldn’t insist!” Liu Hua was puzzled.

“Why do you think the principal made a special trip here?” Xia Wan asked.

“Is the principal here for this?”

“Most likely… Teacher Jiang had a troubled look when she came in and looked at my brother. I guess it’s about this,” Xia Wan said as she picked up the draft, looked at it, then shook her head and continued to make edits.

Liu Hua watched Xia Wan’s actions, her brow furrowed. “What are you doing? I’ve seen you changing it over and over.”

“I’m planning to design a signboard for the shop, but I’m not satisfied with this picture.” Xia Wan examined the draft again and again, then took a pen and made a few changes.

Liu Hua leaned over to take a look.

Xia Wan ignored her and continued to draw.

Song Zhi came over to Xia Wan’s desk and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Xia Wan, why didn’t you sign up for this reception?”

Xia Wan couldn’t be bothered to lift her head. “If I had signed up, would you still have a chance?”

Xia Wan’s remark left Song Zhi at a loss for words, momentarily unsure how to respond..