Nightmare’s Call

Translation progress is extremely slow.

Because of the lack of grammatical research on Gurren's text, Lin Sheng could only make up word by word, just like a search engine translation.

Especially words like some local slang words gave him even more headaches.

After entering the dream for the second time and transcribing the book, Lin Sheng was able to enter the manor every night after that.

Every time he enters there, he will write down a sentence or two, and then translate it into Celine. That is the language he uses every day now.

This kind of life lasted for four consecutive days.

Gradually, with the help of Lin Sheng's past life research experience, the translation work gradually became smoother.

The Guren text is not a particularly niche language, and there are many related grammar books that can be downloaded on the Internet.

After many investigations, Lin Sheng also downloaded a lot of materials for translation work.

Soon, the first page of the book was gradually translated.

"What really restricts me is memory."

Lin Sheng sat silently in a corner of the sofa, recalling what he translated yesterday.

Today is Sunday, and relatives came to visit us.

It was the second uncle and his son Lin Zhenyu.

Lin Zhenyu is nineteen years old this year, one year older than him, but he looks gentle and wears a pair of square-frame glasses. He sits next to his father without saying a word, just looking down at the foreign language vocabulary book in his hand.

The second Bo Lintao sipped his tea while frowning with his father to discuss the situation of his grandfather.

According to him, grandpa is getting old, and this incident happened again, so the will must be made, how to divide the family property, and the opinions of everyone's brothers and sisters, all have to be coordinated.

There is also a more practical problem: Grandpa's cemetery has to be bought quickly, who should pay for the money, and if it is shared by everyone, how should it be divided.

After all, some people's conditions are so poor that they can't afford much money.

Obviously grandpa is still alive, the second uncle is not worried about his health, but how to divide the family property and inheritance, and who will bear the money.

Father Lin Niannian looked a little ugly, he seldom spoke while sitting, mostly just listening.

Lin Sheng didn't like Erbo's family very much.

Cousin Lin Zhenyu and cousin Lin Xiaoxiao played well, because their family background was much better than his, and the places they haunted were either bars or ktvs.

Occasionally, I heard that a few of them went hiking alone at their own expense, and took this as a tempering for themselves.

The circle and content they play are a level higher than Lin Sheng's.

Lin Sheng usually only plays game halls and Internet cafes with the rest of his brothers and sisters, which are the places where he spends most of his time.

So although the two are of the same age, they have absolutely no common language when they sit together.

Lin Zhenyu's eyes drifted over from time to time, and it also seemed that he didn't exist.

This guy studies well and is also a top student in his class. I heard that last time he took the third-week high school exam, he was ranked tenth in his school.

One must know that Lin Zhenyu's school, Huaisha No. 1 Middle School, is one of the top high schools in the area. It is not at the same level as the ordinary Hui'an Middle School that Lin Sheng attended.

Fortunately, the other party thought he didn't exist, and Lin Sheng was happy to ignore him.

He is now engrossed in the book in his dream.

The previously translated content is still flashing before his eyes.

'...From a long time ago, I, Ravel, a second-level swordsman of the empire, wanted to leave a biography for myself. '

'I once went to the battlefield of Xia En, and defeated seven elite soldiers of the enemy country in a row. Although I have never mastered extraordinary, I deserve the second-level evaluation.

Now, I'm old, and I'm returning to my hometown. In this desperate time, I want to leave the last trace of my existence'

'.Now in my eyes, I can still see the bursts of the fire engulfing the outpost, the shells flying in the sky, the cold weapons intersecting with each other with reflections, and the armors of my comrades and I occasionally collide.

Someone fell down, someone climbed up, and the tower shield in front continued to send deafening impacts, and the chain of gunpowder smoke like a stone pillar rushed to the sky. I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to die worthless.'

The latter is gone.

That's all Lin Sheng translated, combined with the dictionary he bought and some grammar information he searched online. He perfected the cohesion of the sentences, and the information he got was that.

"This is the book left by a warrior who has definitely been on the battlefield." He inferred.

After these days of intensive research, Lin Sheng has already been able to simply grasp some basic vocabulary of the ancient Renn characters.

He almost devoted himself to translation almost day and night.

In my free time, I frantically recited and memorized the vocabulary and grammar of Guren's text.

He swore he had never been so crazy, so madly obsessed with learning. Those books in the dream are like deadly poppies, with alluring fragrance and attraction.

He eagerly wanted to know what the second-level swordsman represented, and whether he could really learn the practice method of swordsmanship from that swordsmanship handbook.

"According to the graphics I saw before, maybe it is really possible to learn how to practice swordsmanship." Lin Sheng thought in his heart.

"Lin Sheng? Lin Sheng??"

A sudden cry dragged him out of his thoughts.

Lin Sheng came back to his senses and saw Lin Zhenyu frowning at him, as if he had called him several times.

"What's the matter?" He quickly replied.

"What review materials do you want? I still have more here. You can take them and copy them." Lin Zhenyu said calmly.

Lin Sheng froze for a moment, then glanced at his father.

Obviously, Lin Zhenyu would not take the initiative to say this, the one who asked should be his father Lin Niannian.

Seeing that it was about to take the college entrance examination, Lin Niannian was also flustered. Seeing that his son's grades were not going up or down, he probably wanted to learn from Lin Zhenyu.

But Lin Sheng wasn't interested at all.

He has past life memories, he is far more mature than ordinary students, and his studies are average, but it is because he does not want to learn.

Lin Sheng has absolutely no interest in and does not approve of the ordinary exam-oriented education here. He simply thought it was a waste of time.

He was able to maintain a moderate level, which was due to his parents' expectations, and he took a little care.

In fact, he is not willing to spend too much energy and time on earning points with other children.

He had had enough of this kind of life in his previous life.

"Review the materials, no need, I have enough here, thank you Brother Zhenyu." Lin Sheng replied.

"That's fine." Lin Zhenyu was still happy and relaxed. "By the way, next week, your sister Xiao Xiao celebrates her birthday, and we plan to go out to play together, do you want to go together?"

"No, time is too tight now." Lin Sheng has no time to talk to this guy now. He was preoccupied with his dreams.

"Actually, you should also get in touch with a larger circle. You are already in the third year of high school, and you should have your own plans. What will happen in the future, what direction you want to go, and what route. You should have a clear understanding."

With a sense of superiority, Lin Zhenyu pretended to say indifferently.

"Don't focus on game consoles and reading miscellaneous books. When you come out in the future, you must be responsible for your own future."

What he said made the second uncle look good, and Lin Niannian also looked helpless.