Banished to Another World

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— Please write the translation of the following words in Chinese.

Yan Mo frowned. It was French. The last symbols are still abbreviated.

He doesnʼt worry about the short words. He knows itʼs the signature of Yu You Cai at a glance. Others may not understand it, but he is too familiar with it. There will be such a signature at the back of the posts that the guy wrote to him. Whatʼs difficult is the sentence written in French.

Yu You Cai was a student in France at the beginning. Itʼs no surprise that he would leave a sentence in French for his translation.

The problem is that Yan Mo is not familiar with French, only knows some very simple greetings.

Is he going to be blocked here? Yan Mo stares at the string of characters and quickly thinks about how to solve it.

By the way! He once looked through the Chinese and French dictionaries Yu You Cai put in his office.

Because Yu You Cai would occasionally say something to him in French or send it to him in an email, asking him what he meant. He didnʼt say it, and he didnʼt care. He was very busy at that time. He didnʼt even have the desire to copy it to the Internet to check the translation. Only the time he went to Yu You Caiʼs office, when he was bored and he took his dictionary and simply flipped through the French on the email. I found that there were some sarcastic words. He just thought that Yu You Cai was aweing himself and playing with him, but later Yan Mo ignored them.

Yan Moʼs consciousness sank into the Soul Sea, his eyes skimming over the bookshelf on the right half.

Which is the Chinese French dictionary?

Yan Mo asked.

Not far away, a higher shelf lights up. Yan Mo pushed the escalator beside the shelf and climbs to that floor, which is full of dictionaries.

Yan Mo pulled out the shiny one, which is very good. As expected, all the useful books he has read, whether he remembers them or not, are stored here.

But when he opened the dictionary, he will find that only the pages that his eyes have scanned have handwriting, and everything else is blank.

Interestingly, many pages are only half written.

Thatʼs because itʼs a soft sh.e.l.l dictionary. When he looked for pages, he rolled up and thumbed the whole dictionary.

Thatʼs good.

Yan Mo looked at the screen, compares the dictionary, looked for the translation meaning word by word. As long as he can find some words, even if you can guess at least part of them, itʼs better than nothing.

Sentences are not long and words are not many. Although a third of them were not found, two-thirds of them were enough for Yan Mo to use his imagination.

He hoped he didnʼt made a mistake.

Yan Mo was not confident enough, but he wrote his understanding into the screen in Chinese: Where Are You, My Love. Brother Rotten Fish will stay.

This simple signature came from a joke. He once laughed at Yu You Cai, saying that adding his family name to his English name Randy was “Brother rotten fish”. Later, Yu You Cai didnʼt know which tendon was pulled, and actually made such a simple signature that no one else could know.

The smiley face sign appeared, the light door lights up, and heʼs right!

Yan Mo looked at the Hu-Lian image that reappears in his eyes, and his eyes are slightly complicated.

He is the only one who knows all the questions that he put forward with great effort. Although all the three questions are extremely simple, if there is a second person in the world who knows both Chinese and French from the earth, and but if he canʼt read his signature in brief, then he canʼt answer all the three questions.

But Hu-Lian probably never dreamed that he had done so much preparation, and finally made a wedding dress for others wedding. But the real himself is still blocked at the second door because of the loss of memory.

”Thatʼs how you always like to complicate simple problems. Donʼt you think itʼs better to leave only one instruction for your soul to get the key? It has to be divided into two parts.”

Although Yan Mo laments this, he knows that Hu-Lian or Yu You Cai just doesnʼt trust the Chuan Shajias-the Sand Wearers.