Rebirth in hollywood will use his knowledge of the future to be the king of hollywood.

`` translated chinese novel``

some words may be wrong i don't speak chinese i'm using google translator.

I have no obligation to translate everything very well, I am not being paid for it.

I can read even with this problem

While Salem was learning the Chinese language, Zhang Zian was curious about the semi-transparent miniature whirlwinds that he saw between the dunes. How did they form? Why didn't they dissipate after a while?
Was it due to the unique geographical landscape? When the wind blew through the honeycomb sand dunes, it changed direction because of the shape of the sand dunes. Might this be similar to how water formed a vortex after flowing through a reef?
In order to learn the authentic Chinese language, Salem diligently helped Zhang Zian by carrying the drone suitcase. Wherever Zhang Zian went, he followed and tried to learn from him.
The strange phrases that Zhang Zian said made him curious. He had never heard them before while interacting with Chinese tourists. 
"Zhang Zian, can you say it again? I didn't hear it clearly," he begged.
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Zian repeated.
"You... stinky prawn?" Salem tried to imitate the pronunciation.
"No, it is 'What are you looking at?'" Zhang Zian corrected him.
"What are you looking at?"
Salem had a lot of talent learning a new language. After all, he was a young man and could learn things quickly. In addition, he had a high degree of enthusiasm and motivation. After he repeated it several times, he had learned the pronunciation.
"That... If someone else said it first, how can I respond? Do I reply by saying the same thing?" he asked.
"Of course not! You have to respond, 'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'" Zhang Zian said seriously.
Salem imitated him. "Hey... mud?"
"The accent should be placed on the last word. When you say it, you should have an imposing manner. It is best to stare at the person as you say it. 'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'" Zhang Zian broke it down and taught him slowly.
Richard's claws suddenly grabbed his shoulder. It meant, "You are teaching him wrong things!"
"'What are you looking at?'... 'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'... 'What are you looking at?'... 'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'..." Salem muttered repeatedly and carefully tried to remember the newly learned greetings. He wanted to use them when he eventually went to China. Even if he could not go to China for a while, he could at least make a video call to Sihwa.
He didn't quite understand why he had to stare when he said, "'I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?'" Maybe this was the custom of the Chinese when talking. The staring was probably to suggest friendliness. After all, it was said that the eyes were the window to the soul, and staring opened the window. The wider it was, the more likely Sihwa could see his true feelings.
"Zhang Zian, I am done learning! Help me practice!" Salem said with great interest.
Zhang Zian nodded. "Good! What are you looking at?"
"I'm lookin' at you. You got a problem with that?" Salem stared at him with a face full of rage.
Perhaps because it was genetic, the Bedouins had facial features that were highly pronounced and big eyes. Salem's actions made his already-large eyes even bigger.
"Yes, that's the spirit!" Zhang Zian said and raised his thumb.
Salem had gotten a compliment, and he was feeling really good about himself.
Richard covered his face with wings and couldn't imagine what kind of troubles Salem would encounter if he came to China. He was afraid that he would be killed before even leaving the airport…
Famous and Fina knew that he was being playful again and could not be bothered with Zhang Zian. They picked up their mats lazily and ran to a cool and ventilated place under the car to rest.
Having learned how to greet others, Salem was very satisfied. He then remembered he had another question and asked, "Oh, yes, Zhang Zian, you taught me how to eat, drink, watch movies, and sing. These are phrases. I don't quite know how to use them in sentences,. Can you teach me? Why can't you eat water and drink rice?"
Zhang Zian was not a language teacher. Could he really explain this well? These were the phrases that the Chinese commonly used and did not give much thought to how to use them.
He was annoyed when asked, but he didn't want to say that he didn't know. He replied, "These usages are all used to teach foreigners. In fact, the Chinese are not so complicated! Since we have such a great bond, I will let you in on a secret. One word is all you need to settle everything. That is the word 'whole'!"
Salem was shell-shocked from what he'd heard. He'd thought that it would be difficult to learn Chinese, especially so the complicated verbs. In the end, was all this simply to make things difficult for foreigners? Were they so unwilling to let others learn their language? If that was true, it was simply horrible!
Fortunately, he had a good relationship with Zhang Zian, and therefore, he'd learned this secret so easily. He now had a word that could replace all adverbs, and it truly made things easy.
A "whole" word—magical!
He still didn't dare to believe it completely. He tried to ask, "That can be for eating…"
"Whole bowl of rice!"
"Drinking water is…"
"Whole glass of water!"
"Watch a movie... I know, the whole movie?"
Salem seemed to have gotten it. Yet he did not know that he had been fooled…
"Yes! No wonder your cousin praises you for being smart!" Zhang Zian once again gave him a thumbs-up.
Salem smiled modestly. Although it was necessary to add additional nouns, the combination of new nouns was relatively fixed, making it way easier to learn.
In the spirit of helping people all the way, Zhang Zian added, "If you really don't know what to do, just say 'Whole what?' or 'What whole?' is good enough. Others can understand what you mean."
Salem was almost moved to tears. Chinese was so simple to learn!
"Forgot to mention that if you talk like that to a Chinese, they will definitely ask if you are a Northeastener." Zhang Zian remembered a loophole.
Salem replied, "A Northeasterner?"
"Well, you see, isn't Egypt in the northeast of Africa? So if the Chinese ask you if you are a Northeastener, you just say yes," Zhang Zian said.
"Oh."
Seeing that Salem believed whatever Zhang Zian said, Richard quickly criticized him. "You idiot! You are really horrible. I am clearly incapable of doing these bad things like you have done!"
Richard felt that he had to say something after seeing Salem whispering to himself all the new knowledge that had been given to him, revising things that would not truly prove useful to him.
Zhang Zian did not back down. "What do you know? I am helping him take shortcuts!"
Richard slammed his wings into Zhang Zian's head. "To hell with your shortcut! Don't you know? The Northeastern way of speaking is very contagious. Put a Northeasterner in the university dormitory and four years later everyone is going to speak like that! When Salem returns to the tribe...it'll be all your doing!"
Zhang Zian shuddered. After a few years, would the Bedouin tribe speak like the Northeastern Chinese?
That might just be a beautiful scene. Alas, it was also difficult to imagine...


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

　　"Catch the donkey and go abroad. Mom is not around. You have to take care of yourself and listen to Mr. Gentle. He is a good man. He has experience and knowledge in many things than you. Less useful advice. "

　　"I don't know if it's cold in Germany, you should wear more clothes."

　　"Just going there, you may not be used to eating. Mom marinated you some bacon, sausages, and kimchi you like ... When you eat, get yourself some ..."

　　Outside the football school, several small cars stopped along the street. A group from Germany was already sitting in the car. Gentle stood by the current vehicle and looked at the group of people who were saying goodbye. There was no impatience on his face, and he always maintained With a light smile.

　　Although he was looking forward to his son's success and going to the outside world, but at this moment of separation, Li Shuyun could no longer maintain a gentle and calm mood, looking at the son standing next to him, his mouth repeated Urged that there was both expectation and resentment in his eyes.

　　Mother hands line, wandering clothing!

　　Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return!

　　The rarest and heaviest thing in the world is maternal love!

　　"I know, Mom, I will take care of myself!"

　　Zeng Ke tried his best to keep himself calm, but only faced with separation. He also resisted the soreness of the tip of his nose. He reached out and hugged his mother. "Mom, you also need to take care of yourself. If your son is not around, don't let your son worry. Do n't worry, do n't mix up your personalities, your donkey will not come back! "

　　"You silly boy, what nonsense do you say?"

　　Li Shuyun touched Zeng Ke's head and said blamingly on his mouth, but the tears in his eyes fell quietly.

　　"Then I'm leaving, Mom."

　　There was a drop of water on his shoulder. He had known that it was the tears of his mother's worry and perseverance. He didn't dare to look at it anymore. He was afraid that he could not help but stay.

　　With a wave of his hand, Zeng Ke walked towards Gintel without turning back, without speaking, he dived into the compartment with his head down.

　　"Zeng Ke, come on, you must mix up your personal style in Germany, and let the Germans quietly. The name of our" Four King Kong "in the 202 dormitory is also great in other countries!"

　　Zhen Beibi shook her hand outside the car, "I'll see you when I have time, and call those two guys by then. Rest assured, I will take care of your aunt, your mother is my mother, and I will stay She is closer than her mother! "

　　Not far away, Zhang Dashan and the school leaders and coaches are all looking at this with a smile. This is the first player in the history of the school to go abroad. This is the most important moment of the school. Zeng Ke put forward unlimited hopes and expectations.

　　Zhang Daniu trot a few steps and stopped in front of the door.

　　"Xiao Ke, take good care of yourself. Don't worry about your sister-in-law, I will take care of you. Study hard, train hard, strive to stay, win glory for the school, and glory for your mother!"

　　Looking at Zhang Daniu, who has been taking good care of himself over the years, Zeng Ke moved his heart. He wanted to express his gratitude, but when he spoke, it turned out: "Uncle Niu, thank you ... But you give me less Mom calls and goes to our house less often! Otherwise ... "

　　Zeng Ke stared at Zhang Daniu threateningly. Zhang Daniu laughed twice and waved his head and nodded, indicating that he knew it, but whether he would do it in the end.

　　"I'm leaving."

　　Mr. Gentle took the front passenger seat, and the driver nodded, signalling that he was about to start.

　　The vehicle started slowly, Zhen Beibi, Zhang Daniu, Zhang Dashan, and many familiar friends and coaches and leaders ... The crowd raised their hands and waved, Li Shuyun's face returned to a calm and gentle smile, and the raised left hand seemed to sway The branches in the wind are swinging in the wind ...

　　But when the car disappeared at the end of the horizon, Li Shuyun couldn't hold back anymore. She squatted down, tears pouring down like a broken line.

　　Zeng Ke, who was sitting in the car, was finally covered with a layer of rain and fog.

　　But soon, he reached out and wiped away the teardrops under his eyes.

　　"My mother said, the boy does n't cry easily. I wo n't cry! I must stand out and I must succeed. I will make my mother proud to tell the world ... her son, she drives the donkey , The best son in the world! "

　　Zeng Ke murmured quietly, solemnly.

　　Gintel looked up at the rear-view mirror. In the mirror, the teenager was full of eyebrows. In addition to the sentimental parting, it was more firm and yearning for the future.

　　"You have unparalleled courage, you have a commitment to the future. You ... will succeed!"

　　Gentle said in German, he knew he had never understood, but this sentence was the best expression of his mood at the moment.

　　...

　　There is a small airport in the small city, but there are no routes to foreign countries, and the only few routes are just a few big cities in China.

　　Therefore, Gentel and his party want to return to Germany. The most convenient route is to take the bus to the provincial capital CD. CD's Shuangliu International Airport has direct flights to foreign countries. Gentel will depart from CD and reach the Netherlands Turn to Amsterdam, Stuttgart, Germany.

　　The convoy was driving fast on the spacious asphalt road, and once sat in the back seat, just watching the scenery receding on both sides of the road without saying a word.

　　The master of the car carefully controlled the steering wheel and looked at the front. Gentle closed his eyes with false eyes closed, and Jennifer, who was sitting in the back seat, installed a "dead body" for a while, but finally couldn't hold it. He stared, staring at the teenager next to him with anger and anger-Zeng Ke never looked back, never turning back.

　　Looking at the guy next to him, it was like a person who was all right. He completely regarded himself as transparent air. In addition to the previous incident of being attacked, the new hatred was counted together. Jennifer hated it.

　　"Hey Hey hey!!!"

　　Hearing the shout, Zeng Ke turned his head, and in his eyes were the faces of tooth-dancing claws. Zeng Ke stunned his head and looked decisively outward.

　　Don't look at Zeng Ke's so indifferent, in fact, his heart is not calm at all. Do n't be kidding. Although it 's not your own initiative, what the system does is destined for him to take the lead and face "the bitter master". What can he say? It was embarrassing, okay, so he just pretended not to see it.

　　However, I did not expect that the blonde cougar did not "let me go" by taking the initiative to pretend to be an ostrich. She even took the initiative to talk and was scared, but still did not want to speak-embarrassment is one thing, and one thing, He does n't speak German or English, and the big girl does n't speak Chinese. The two people have trouble communicating, and they talk about yarn!

　　At a glance Zeng Ke continued to turn a blind eye, Jennifer was even more annoyed. She stared at Zeng Ke fiercely and said, "A big man, just going out of the door, even turned his eyes red, so shameless!"

　　This is not polite, but it is clear that Zeng Ke did not understand and continued not to speak.

　　"Talking to you, don't you know it's very impolite, no gentleman at all!" Jennifer went on snoring, "It looks like your mother loves you very much, and she prepared a lot of food for you. But it's a pity There are many places to pay attention to the diet of professional players. Chinese food is delicious, but IMHO, most things are not up to standard, so you may find it difficult to use these things. "

　　Zeng Ke remained silent.

　　"Hey, you talk ... do you have nothing to tell me about that day?"

　　Zeng Ke continued to wander around the world.

　　"You bastard, haven't felt a little guilty about doing such offensive things to me?"

　　Zeng Ke supported his chin and looked at the blue sky.

　　"Don't think that you can expose it without talking!"

　　"Hey Hey hey!"

　　I do n't know if Jennifer was too busy, so I wanted to find someone to talk to, but I still had a deep grudge against Zeng Ke. He kept muttering for a while, and he had been pretending to be "calm brother" for a while.

　　Even if I don't understand, but there is always a crow in my ears, can't I hold back.

　　Zeng Ke finally reacted. He turned his head back, took a look at Jennifer, opened the backpack, and pulled out a booklet with the words "Learn German in three minutes quickly" on the cover.

　　Before leaving, Zhen Beibi gave him. In Zhen Beibi's words, when he went to Germany, he was unfamiliar with his life. Even communication was a problem. In order to avoid being unable to adapt to the environment, he went all over the place. The city's bookstore finally found such a divine book on a stand.

　　It is indeed a divine book. Zeng Ke only looked at it a few times and came to such a conclusion.

　　There are some common German phrases in the book. The reason why  is magical is because under these spoken words, there are written Chinese characters with similar tones. As long as you read these Chinese characters, you can express them. Corresponding German meaning.

　　"Learn German quickly in three minutes". Although a bit exaggerated, it is undeniable that this is really useful. Chinese people learn foreign languages ​​and that's it ... So easy!

　　"That's it!"

　　Zeng Ke flipped through the brochure in his hands a few times, and suddenly his eyes lighted up. According to the "Chinese-German translation" in the booklet, he spit out a few German phrases: "Don't talk to me, I can't speak German!"

　　"..."

　　Jennifer's expression was dull, apparently stunned by the sudden emergence of German from Zeng Ke. Although the pronunciation is a bit non-standard, what the other person really said was ... German.

　　A person who could not speak a German word and a German phrase before, but suddenly was able to say such a smooth paragraph. What is this ... Amazing, right?

　　Jennifer's eyes are full of light. For her language genius who is fluent in four foreign languages, Chinese is too difficult. But now, the other person can speak German just by reading a few books. So, if I read this book myself, can't I also learn Chinese?

　　He did not care about Zeng Ke 's words, "Do n't talk to him, he does n't understand German." Jennifer grabbed Zeng Ke 's book and read it with interest. Mutual translation "ah yah learn it.

　　"It's ... a super-learning tyrant for tireless study!"

　　Zeng Ke shook his head helplessly. This was also very good. The other party went to study Chinese by reading a book. At least he could clear his ears for a while. Zeng Ke closed his eyes and leaned on the seat cushion.

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With difficulty, Nastasia pushed herself to a tottering stand and unsteadily followed along the river. 

She remembered reading once that a person can't go wrong following a river when trying to find civilization. When she had fallen from the cliff she had been at the border between Russia and China, chased quite a way from the excavation site. It was hard to say which side of the border she had fallen, but she prayed that if it was the Chinese they'd understand her plight and not detain her. 

The thought of running into a Chinese border patrol, after it had come, left Nastasia uneasy. Especially since the words she knew were but a mere handful. 

Her regrets at not choosing to learn Chinese during the year she obsessed over languages, soared. Within the confines of her mind, thinking of this and that and berating herself over this and that, she almost walked past a well-beaten path. Halting abruptly, she walked backward a few steps to peer down its depths and began to consider her options. She moved to cross her arms in deep thought as she usually did when mulling over things. 

 Sting! 

Wincing at the painful reminder, her gaze shifted right, toward her dangling arm. Blood spidered down the length and dripped from her fingertips. A trail of blood marked her path in even splotching drips. The notice made her light-headed and almost brought with it a feeling of the ground rising up to meet her face. 

 No! 
  
She rejected it. 

Nastassia forced her body to remain upright and refused to give into the feeling of fainting. She took a deep breath and once she was collected enough; she turned down the well-beaten path. She felt that there would be a better chance at finding a person, town, or someone's home going down this way. The path looked so well traveled it surely saw enough traffic that it was bound to lead to somewhere bustling... or so she hoped, anyway. 
  
 With the sun beating at her back, her injury pulsating painfully, and her feet aching with every hard-fought step it felt an eternity of walking before Nastassia came across people. Her heart was jumping for joy and there was almost a spring in her step as she hurried forward. It was for this reason that she did not notice the oddities about the town ahead. The buildings were decidedly Asian and had the feeling of an ancient city. The people milling about were dressed up kinda like a wuxia film... 

'A film... is this a large set for a movie?' Nastassia couldn't help but wonder. 

 As she walked through the threshold, many eyes found purchase upon her body, piling upon her many types of odd looks. Again, because of her excitement at having finally found another living person, she rushed towards them without really paying attention to her surroundings. She didn't notice the fear and suspicion displayed so clearly on their faces. 
  
 Lifting her uninjured arm, she waved down the nearest one, hoping that -even if he couldn't speak English- she'd be able to communicate with him efficiently. "Do you speak English? Can you understand me?" She asked. "Do you have a cellphone... or a smartphone I could borrow?" 
  
 In many of the languages she learned -for items like these- the English words, or a form of it, was used. She hoped that such words were in use by the Chinese as well. Though, even if that were the case, it would be difficult to prove that she wasn't a suspicious person being limited to such words. 

The man backed up as if she were a leper. His eyes widened in fear and his mouth shouted out words in another language, words she didn't know. They were words in Chinese, which she stupidly put off learning. Again she felt her heart aching in regret. She was definitely going to take the time to learn Chinese once she made it out of this mess. 

After his shouting, the rest of the passerby on the street -as if suddenly coming back to themselves- followed his example and moved well away from her. The women shuddered, the children began crying and the men looked ready to start getting rough. Left bewildered by such strong reactions, Nastassia spoke as slowly and calmly as possible as she looked about in hopes of one of them being able to understand her. 

The moment she took a step forward she found herself sucking in a painful breath as someone from the crowd launched a rock at her right shoulder. The pain that had numbed during her long walk began to flare again. It was nearly unbearable. Beads of sweat formed upon her brow and trailed downward as her face twisted against the pain. 

 "迷路吧,恶魔!(Get lost, you demon!)" 

More shouts rose from the crowd after that and many things – rocks mostly- came hurtling towards her. Her body was more robust than most and had been tempered by the martial arts her grandfather forced her to learn for protection, yet it didn't seem to amount to much under the restraints of her heavily injured body. 

It took everything she had to sidestep the thrown objects, with more than one successfully hitting the mark. 

Just as she was going to make a full turnabout and head out of the village, perhaps find her way back over the Russian/ China border, a heavy clanking came to interrupt the thought. Pressing through the riled up crowd was a group of heavily armored soldiers wielding long and jaggedly pointed spears. There was a middle-aged, pot-bellied townsperson leading the way, a finger thrust toward her direction as he cried out. 

"她在那边! 红魔在哪边! (She's over there! The Red Demon is over there!)" 

The soldiers poured in as the crowd opened up to allow them through. Nastassia felt her breath catch in her throat in fear as they filed in around her, spears pointed out, ready to pierce. She held her left hand up placatingly, the right refused to budge and dangled at her side uselessly. 

 "M-Might any of you know English?" She asked politely and even added in a gentle smile. 

Only to be rewarded with a spear jabbed toward her face by the head soldier and roughly spat out words. She didn't need to know what was said to understand that he was wanting her to comply and turn herself in. She looked at the townspeople dressed in ancient-looking clothes and then toward the soldiers decked head to toe in armor, carrying both spear and sword. 

There was only one decision she could reach while facing this situation. 

 Run!

Nastasia Mikhailovna Vasilieva, an Irish-Russian American, a jack of all trades, and now a world slipper...

After having been betrayed by a colleague, Nastasia finds herself slipping into an ancient Chinese-like parallel world. 

Attacked by the people and chased by soldiers for being a Red Demon she happens upon a demonically bewitching man. If it weren't for the fact she couldn't understand a lick of what was being said, she never would have become his pet.

Throwing out a smile that entailed nothing good, he threw out a sultry... "Come, my dear pet, help me warm the bed."

"Ah," she bemoaned, "I know 5 languages, why couldn't one of them have been Chinese!"

Follow along as Nastasia overcomes languages barriers, wretched schemes, and a supernatural demon that can't keep his hands to himself.

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It could have been such a good excuse. Look at Qiao Nan from their class who always ranked among the top three, she flunked her exams this time. So should it not be acceptable that they did not do well?
But Qiao Nan deprived them the chance of using this excuse with her full marks English test paper.
"Liar, she must have copied the answers!" Zhao Yu shouted, with a look of disbelief, "There has never been a student who gets full marks in secondary three!"
Teacher Yu knitted the eyebrows, what was this?!
"Who does she copy from, you? The student besides Zhao Yu blinked her eyes at her and asked curiously.
The classroom resounded with laughter.
Teacher Yu had said that among the two hundred students, Qiao Nan was the only who had full marks.
If she had copied her answers, who could she have copied from?
Zhao Yu flushed red in an instant. She knew that she was too agitated and had blurted out something silly.
Qiao Nan was the only student in the level who had the highest English results. There was no way she could copy from other classes let alone her class. Qiao Nan had the highest score; it was other students who would copy from her; if she was to copy from others, then she would not be able to get her full marks.
Qiao Nan walked calmly to the platform to get her test papers. Among all the subjects, she was most confident in her English.
In order to earn more money to satisfy her mother and to let Qiao Zijin lead a good life, she would always take up part time jobs.
But after all she was a human not a machine. As time goes by her body could not take it anymore.
Then she found out that there was this job of English-Chinese translation where she could work from home. It paid well and the work was not tough. Qiao Nan worked hard to learn English and attained a level six certificate. She then started to take on translating jobs.
Up till the point where Qiao Nan was knocked down by a car and driven to her grave by Ding Jiayi, there were still a few translation documents at her rented apartment.
"Qiao Nan, I could tell that you did not waste your time in this summer break at all. The grammar was fabulous and way beyond your level!" Teacher Yu looked at Qiao Nan smilingly, and commented on a line in her essay.
Teacher Yu had never taught them this grammar. It was not in the syllabus of junior high school either. It would be only be covered in high school.
A junior high student could use the grammar taught only at high school in her English essay. If this did not warrant full marks, what would?
Qiao Nan's face stiffened, she paused for a moment before saying, "This… This summer break I met a foreign friend. He taught me all these."
"Well done." Teacher Yu was extremely pleased. "As I have said, if you want to muster English, you have to work up your courage. Do not be afraid to speak. This would be a good training to help you to speak the language well. Qiao Nan is a very good example. If you all have the chance, you can do so as well. Foreigners are usually more enthusiastic and friendly. This is an excellent learning opportunity."
Because of an exam, Teacher Tan and in particularly Teacher Lee were dismayed. Teacher Yu was the only one who was all smiles to the extent that Teacher Yu seemed to be walking on air.
Qiao Nan used to come in the the top five places if not top three places among the whole level. But this time round, she did not even ranked among the first ten places.
Thanks to her English results, Qiao Nan's overall ranking for the three subjects did not fall very far behind. She was placed 49th in the level and around 10th place in her class. 
Qiao Nan let out a sigh of relief after knowing her results.
There was no doubt that her results would suffer, but it was not as bad as she imagined.
Qiao Nan knew that she was lucky this time. Asides from Chinese, she had picked up Mathematics not long ago.
She happened to have just finished revising on the knowledge points tested during the exams. 
Otherwise, not to mention 80 points, she might have failed her exams or scored only 40 points. 
It was the same for all the six classes, they were all discussing the exam results on the first day.
After Qiao Nan's essay was pasted on the blackboard at the back of the classroom, most of her classmates took a look and had to say that it was truly well written.
But what was weird was that the students from the remaining five classes all crowded around to look at Qiao Nan's essay.
Her classmates was proud yet unhappy. "You aren't from the same class, why do you all keep coming to our class? Get out, get out."
Qiao Nan's essay was considered a study resource for Class One. Students from other classes should not be allowed to share the information.
Students at this age were mostly sensitive and thin-skinned. They followed their Chinese teachers' words and plucked up their courage to go to the other class to look at the essay. But they all went back red with embarrassment when they were told off by Qiao Nan's classmates. 
This soon reached the ears of the six Chinese teachers.
The teachers from the other classes went to speak with Teacher Chen and Teacher Lee, remarking that it was too overbearing of the students. After all they were schoolmates, and everyone should learn from each other.
Teacher Lee was still grouchy over the deduction of that one mark. She refused to give in, with a slight lift of her chin she said, "Oh, what's there to look at, after all it's one mark short of full marks. Qiao Nan's standard is good enough for our class. For other classes, they should learn from the better students.
At her words, all the teachers from the Chinese team knew that Teacher Lee has not gotten over that one mark, so they gave an awkward smile and left.
But for the Chinese teachers who read Qiao Nan's essay, they all knew that the results this time did not mean everything.
Judging from her exam papers, if Qiao Nan was to memorize all the classroom knowledge, she would definitely emerge as the dark horse of the Chinese subject, and her results would no doubt be astounding.
In that case, no matter how mischievous or lazy Qiao Nan was, Teacher Lee knew that she only had to get her to copy the knowledge points that had to be memorized for one whole semester, if not one whole year, and there was surely no way that she would score zero for the memory component in her middle school exams.
Besides, Qiao Nan had always been a good student. It's just that she did not perform up to standard this time.
Teacher Lee finally sent off her colleagues. Wearing an excited expression on he face, she said proudly, "Qiao Nan the little girl, she kept on fumbling the ball. Next time I must make sure to supervise her so that she do not commit the same mistakes again. No, I shall make her report to the office everyday and to memorize a lesson a day."
As a colleague, Teacher Chen could not tell if Teacher Lee said it out of anger or was in fact proud of her student.
Teacher Lee had found a way to help Qiao Nan, but Teacher Chen was still very troubled.
Teacher Lee only had to get Qiao Nan to memorize by hard and she could catch up sooner or later. But what about her Mathematics?
Qiao Nan did not mention and he was unclear as well. Which part of the lessons was Qiao Nan unfamiliar with?
While Teacher Chen and Teacher Lee were trying to think of ways to help Qiao Nan, the English teacher, Teacher Yu was the only one who was sipping tea leisurely, saying that it tasted especially good today!
A day passed by quickly. After getting her results for the three subjects, Qiao Nan went home and realized that everyone had reached home, including Qiao Zijin.
As soon as she stepped into the house, Qiao Zijin wasted no time to ask her, "Nan Nan, I heard your results were out, how did you fare?" 


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

When Li Yan heard director Chen Ping's words, she could not help but say, "director, don't mention my award. " When she took it back, she was almost crushed by her mother's cold face. JPG had crushed her.
"Just focus on talking about Xi Wan. In my opinion, she's an inexplicable pervert. "
Chen Ping laughed. "That's true. Xi Wan is the most talented actress I've ever seen. I'm looking forward to you getting a grand slam soon and breaking your mother-in-law's record! "
Xiao Cong also laughed. "I think Xi Wan can do it. Maybe today's first stop in Shuicheng will be you, Xi Wan, winning the best actress award at the Shuicheng Film Festival. You'll be the youngest international best actress among the POST-95 GENERATION! "
Xi Wan felt awkward in her heart. After all, she was Jiang Xiwan. She had ten years more acting experience than them and had already won all the best actress awards at the major film festivals. Apart from the scandal at the Golden Age Awards... ...
Xi Wan felt that her face was a little hot when they were praising her, so she had to change the topic. "Don't forget about Oscar and the Golden Globe Award's best actress, Helene. I'm just a newcomer. "
Chen Ping smiled. "The box office earnings of 'the spy' are only better than ours. If it comes down to acting skills, you might not be inferior to Helene. Besides, our movie has more depth. Don't be modest. If you can be nominated with her, you don't have to be modest! "
Something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something something.
This time, the organizers'arrangement was quite interesting. The first row had seats for the organizers or their relatives, while the second and third rows were for the cast and crew of the popular candidate films.
Although there were many seats in the first row, it was not enough to handle the large number of people in the cast and crew. Therefore, there were only four cast and crew in each row. Xi Wan's cast and crew happened to be in the fourth row, and the next group was the cast and crew of 'the spy' .
The "ACE spy" crew members who knew Xi Wan and the others greeted them, especially director Feier Tesi. When he saw Xi Wan, Li Yan, and Xiao Cong, his eyes lit up.
Director Feier Tesi leaned forward and turned to Xi Wan. "Xi Wan, I watched your "mother and mother" movie. You acted so well! " As he said that, he gave her a thumbs up, then stretched out three fingers and waved them back and forth "I watched it three times! "
Feier Tesi felt that he was not the only one who had watched it so many times. The directors of other movies would also watch it many times.
As the dark horse of this year's water city film festival, "Mother" had been nominated for so many awards. It had long become a strong rival in the eyes of the other nominated film directors. It was normal for them to watch it a few more times to study it After all, every director was filled with curiosity. What kind of film was it? If it was a film that surpassed their film, not only would there be so many awards nominations, it could even be re-screened!
Xi Wan smiled. "Is that so? Thank you for your affirmation. "
Feier TESI had watched it so many times. First, it was because the Chinese films were too reserved. He would only understand it better after watching it twice. Second, he wanted to see how the young Chinese actors'acting skills were After all, it was not enough to just hear about the three of them competing for the awards at the Film Festival. Moreover, he was actually looking forward to them giving him a surprise. This way, he would have a rough idea of the actors for the movie he planned to film in the future.
"It's really good. " EVESA sat close to the production crew of mother and father. When she heard Feier Tesi's words, she nodded in affirmation "Xi Wan, I've watched it twice as well. But speaking of which, your language is really nice. Although I don't understand it, Helene told me that some of the words were not translated accurately. Well, it makes me want to learn Chinese too. "
Xi Wan:"... learn it."
"Hehe, if I learn Chinese and come to your China, you have to protect me. "
Seeing that she had gone too far, Tzlivgael was too imaginative and said, "you should be famous first. I promise that when Helene goes to China, she won't need Xi Wan to protect her. "
EVESA:"... I'm breaking up with you, Gael."
Feier TESI shrugged. He was used to seeing these two people play tricks. Then he said to Xi Wan, "your director is... "
Xi Wan pointed at Chen Ping.
Chen Ping had been watching them chat since the beginning of the day. His heart itched like an ant that was constantly crawling.
Next door was the production crew of 'secret agent Ace' . There was also a very famous director, Feier Tesi, next to them. He actually wanted to join the chat team. But..
But his English was really... ... anxious. He couldn't understand what it meant after listening for a long time. He only listened to a few words one after another. Now that Xi Wan and Feier Tesi were both looking at him, his tiger body trembled ...
What happened?
Xi Wan wanted to laugh in her heart. She said to Director Chen Ping, "director Feier Tesi wants to know you. "
Chen Ping suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. He turned around and looked at Feier Tesi with a calm smile. He said a few words in a row, "hello, hello, my name, is, Chenping, hello, nice, to, meet, you. " Word by word, he jumped out stiffly. Then.. Chen Ping did not know what to say. He looked at Xi Wan. "translate for me. "
Xi Wan:"... W''
Xiao Cong covered his face and felt hopeless. JPG, this was the first time he found a serious director like this. It was so, so funny!
Feier Tesi also smiled and replied in extremely stiff Chinese, "hello, I'm Feier Tesi. "
Obviously, this was a form of respect.
Then, Xi Wan acted as the interpreter. Almost as soon as Chen Ping said it, Xi Wan translated it directly. This kind of simultaneous interpretation made Chen Ping and Feier Tesi chat very happily.
When it was over, Chen Ping gave Xi Wan a thumbs up. "Xi Wan, with your authentic English, there won't be any problems with you acting in Hollywood later. I really envy you young people. You speak English so fluently that I can't do it. "
Xi Wan smiled and didn't say anything.
She wasn't good at spoken English back then. When she passed grade six in college, she threw her certificate aside. And her usual acting was basically useless. Gradually, her English was almost the same as people who didn't learn much.
However, in order to make her way in Hollywood, she had to pick up English again. It could be said that the early stage was very difficult. In order to speak fluent English, she forced herself to recite it every day in between filming. After that, she went to Hollywood. Without a translator, she made her way through four years before she reached her current level.
It could only be said that no one was born with everything. Behind the success and the difficulty of making a comeback, it was just unknown to outsiders.

REVENGE IN THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!
COPYWRITER: In her previous life, she was a grand slam best actress, but she was tortured to death by her best friend. Before she died, she was unwilling to accept it. Fortunately, the heavens were hanging down on her, and she was possessed by a fourth-year media girl. Therefore, with hatred, she started from the bottom step by step, and climbed to the top again. She was proud and outstanding!
About Love: In her previous life, she was moved by Jin Zhu, and she died a miserable death.
In this life, meeting him was both her life and career. He was both her benefactor and her benefactor. She was unmoved and unmoved. She stuck to her original heart. In the end, it made him angry: Jiang Xiwan, do you have a heart or not He thought that he would leave her, but unexpectedly, he doted on her even more. He even racked his brains to create a "human life" ... ...
In the world of mortals, it was a touch of brilliance. Believe it, it was there. If you don't believe it, it was also there.
Group number: 486914513. Welcome to the group to play.

"I'm looking forward to it," Lloyd spoke with a westerner's politeness and heaped on a smile as the top surgeon of the Anderson Cancer Center in response to Ling Ran's smile.
When such a handsome man smiled at him, what else could he do other than return the smile? Drop to his knees?
Boyle's mood was a little off. On the one hand, his colleague had been cured, and he had seen a surgery far beyond his own level, so he should have been happy. But on the other hand, he felt that Ling Ran was such a handsome and excellent doctor that he did not fit into Boyle's principles, which was really unpleasant. However, when he saw Ling Ran's infectious smile, Boyle obediently smiled back.
It was a habit deeply embedded in his life. In school, when a tall, handsome, and popular boy smiled at him, he would smile back to avoid getting his knees broken.
Ling Ran nodded again in a general direction. Then, he entered the operating theater to wash his hands.
For him, knee arthroscopic meniscoplasty surgeries were less complicated than debridement surgeries. Even for athlete-centric surgeries, there was not much additional burden on Ling Ran. Performing surgeries meant constant improvement to him. To operate on ordinary people and athletes was nothing more than to change the risk preference during surgery. But in normal surgeries, risk preference did not always come up with an either-or option. If a choice had to be made, most people would make that choice before surgery, the same as how athletes usually chose the Zhu-Ling Achilles Repair Technique. 
Lloyd stared at Ling Ran, and he could not help but praise him. He then greeted Huo Congjun again before he followed the nurses to take Bowman all the way to the recovery room and back to the ward area.
Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center had special international wards. Since that was one of the key facilities for upgrading the Emergency Department to an Emergency Medical Center, Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center had received a large number of international friends. In total, they had now received one hundred and fifty of them. Even though they could not be mentioned in the same breath as the patients in the normal ward, the international patients were proof that Yun Hua Emergency Medical Center's services had reached the international stage. The emergence of those one hundred and fifty international patients had greatly improved Yun Hua Hospital's reputation. There was an increased budget and increased subsidies for Yun Hua Hospital because of it. 
Additionally, the international ward actually created additional benefits for Yun Hua Hospital. It was an international ward after all, and that meant it would not only accommodate foreigners, but also the Chinese. There were a lot of local people who would often ask their connections to help them get a stay in the international ward. On top of that, the patients who stayed in the international ward most frequently were those who covered their own expenses. 
For hospitals, they preferred patients who covered their own expenses than those covered by medical insurance because it saved them the trouble of checking with the medical insurance companies. Plus, their fees would not be limited by medical insurance control fees. For tertiary Grade A hospitals, most departments that used medical devices could easily exceed the medical insurance limit. Therefore, if they wanted to stay up late and work at full capacity, they needed a certain number of patients to cover their own expenses. 
Lloyd did not know Chinese. He only thought that the room and equipment in the international ward were acceptable, hence he did not comment on it a lot. He would not praise it too because there were wards in the United States with a daily hospitalization fee of more than $10,000, and there were also some free-of-charge clinics that were constantly crowded. Yun Hua Hospital's ward and equipment were pretty much normal and not up to par with the Anderson Cancer Center.
Not many nurses came to the ward, and they were always busy. The good thing was that some of them could speak English, and their attitude was amiable, which made Lloyd, as well as the others, feel at ease.
While the nurses provided exceptional care, night fell. 
Boyle looked at his watch, yawned, and said, "Bowman should thank us later by treating us to Las Vegas. I'm dying of exhaustion."
"Yeah, we should be going back to bed too." Lloyd was old, and as a result, he did not long for sleep so much. He put his hands into his pants pockets calmly and observed Ling Ran. He then imitated Ling Ran and sashayed out of the door in a manner that he thought was handsome. 
"Mister Lloyd," Lu Wenbin, who was carrying a semi-transparent airtight container, greeted Lloyd again. He spoke in English, "Didn't you want to see the hepatectomy? Are you going there now?"
"Now?" Lloyd looked at the sky outside. Dawn was about to break.
Lu Wenbin naturally complained in Chinese, "The best time to perform hepatectomy is at night. Critical patients and their families won't be picky with the surgery time. They'd be patient, and as long as the surgery goes well, they're willing to get up at one or three in the morning. Unlike the family members of the patient who's undergoing arthroscopic surgeries, they are often so picky…"
"I didn't understand what you said." Lloyd looked to the left and right. There was no interpreter around. The interpreter was already very sleepy and wanted to get some sleep. Lloyd was not the devil, he could not let others follow him around for twenty-four hours.
"Yes," Lu Wenbin replied in English. 
Lloyd looked at Lu Wenbin skeptically and said, "You just said a lot. Although it's Chinese, I think it's not just 'yes'..."
"The summary for that is 'Yes'," Lu Wenbin replied cheerfully and continued to speak in Chinese, "It seems that you really don't know Chinese. Ahh, you foreigners get it easy. You guys just have to learn your mother tongue, and you can be awesome all you want. When we organize international conferences, we all have to speak in English. In the end, other people get up at four o'clock to learn English, yet they'd be criticized by all of you for not being accurate. Seriously, isn't it enough if you can just understand…"
"What did you say?" Lloyd scratched his ears and could not understand what Lu Wenbin was saying. It really worried him.
Lu Wenbin smiled. "Are you hungry? Do you eat pig's trotters?"
Lloyd took a deep breath. "It looked like you said a lot…"
"Yes, do you eat pig's trotters?" Lu Wenbin asked again. 
Lloyd and Boyle hesitated for a moment. They both had doubts about pig's trotters.
"Boneless pig's trotters. It's a new product," Lu Wenbin explained in English, then said in Chinese, "You guys demand a lot even if it's just eating. I think you guys just have it a little too good. People in third world countries are still starving while you guys waste food all day long. After that, you pretend to do charity and donate some food…"
Lloyd was shaken by the number of Chinese words that were being dished out like a machine gun. Finally, he waved his hand and said, "Doctor Lu, let's go back to the surgery. Is hepatectomy arranged among the scheduled surgeries? Why should the surgery be scheduled at this time?"
"Doctor Ling loves it," Lu Wenbin was straightforward and replied in English this time. 
"Oh," Lloyd said, indicating that he understood. He could not help but smile. "A surgeon's quirk."
"Yeah. Are you coming?" Lu Wenbin's eyes sparkled as if he wanted to figure out the limits of a foreign doctor's mental strength. 
His gaze made Llyod realize something. 
Lloyd suddenly smiled. "I'm fine with going. In the Anderson Cancer Center, I often do thirty hours of surgery. By the way, I noticed that you haven't rested all day. Will you be okay? Don't let that affect the outcome of the surgery."
"No, it won't. The assistants constantly change."
"What about Doctor Ling, the chief surgeon?"
Lu Wenbin smiled. "As for Doctor Ling, you'll know when you meet him."


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Seeing Klaus staring at her, the bartender's body instinctively shirked a little. It was only her second time here and she had not met anybody as brazen as Klaus before.

Klaus chuckled upon noticing the bartender's reaction. He said, "My bad. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Where are you from?"

The bartender did not want to answer Klaus, but she also did not want to get fired on her second day. Therefore, she answered apathetically, "I'm an exchange student from the United States. My name is Bethony Steel."

"You speak Chinese really well. How long have you been learning Chinese?" Klaus asked.

Bethony felt a bit annoyed that this guest kept asking questions instead of just ordering a drink and be done with, but she still responded politely.

"Thank you. I have been learning Chinese for four years now. After I returned, I will be able to finish my degree in the languages."

Klaus raised an eyebrow. "Oh? How many languages are you learning?"

When Bethony heard Klaus asked that question, she forgot all about her irritation and started to speak with a bit more energy. Klaus was a bit surprised to learn that Bethony had already learned Japanese, German, and Latin.

Furthermore, she had already gotten a good grasp of Chinese and was in the process of learning Thai and Russian.

"You're impressive," Klaus said. "Including your native language, you are already speaking five languages fluently."

"T-Thank you!" Bethony said with a smile. She loved to learn about different cultures and wanted to strive to learn as many languages as possible.

Her lifelong goal was to be able to travel around the world and be able to understand the majority of the languages being spoken. Of course, that was a hard goal to accomplish, but planning impossible dreams with small milestones had its perks.

There would be no disappointment from being unable to achieve the dream since it was practically impossible. Furthermore, the person would always be able to work hard every day. The real joy comes from reaching each small milestone.

"It's all about the journey, as they said." Klaus smiled and nodded. "I will order now. Give me a glass of Nightshade."

"I'll be right up in a moment," Bethony said as she started to get to work.

Klaus began to relax and observed Bethony who was focused on mixing the drink. She was still inexperienced and took a bit longer than Liu Fang. 

Suddenly, Klaus heard a soothing voice and noticed a bewitchingly good-looking woman standing not far away from the counter. Her blonde hair was the purest yellow that he had ever seen.

"May I sit next to you?" The bewitching woman asked.

"I always enjoy the company of a beautiful woman." Klaus chuckled.

The bewitching woman smiled seductively and sat herself down on the empty seat next to Klaus. When Bethony saw the woman, she quickly bowed down in respect.

"M-Miss Katherine," Bethony stuttered.

"I am just here for a drink. Your speed is improving, keep practicing," Katherine said.

Bethony nodded and continued to finish mixing the Nightshade before handing it to Klaus. After taking a sip of the Nightshade, Klaus let out a satisfied breath.

"You like the Nightshade?" Katherine asked.

"Yes." Klaus nodded.

"When I started experimenting and discovered it, I was not sure whether or not I should make it an official drink. It was the bitterest drink I had ever tasted. Luckily, it left a good aftertaste and many people grew to like it." Katherine smiled. "May I ask why?"

"Well, first and foremost, it reminded me of the coincidence of chance. The second reason is that it reminded me of the friendship that I made," Klaus said.

"Interesting," Katherine said with a smile. "Are you referring to Liu Fang? She told me that she made a friend last time she was here."

"None other." Klaus nodded. "Did something happen to her, or is she just not working today?"

Katherine smiled ambiguously. "Mister Klaus, right?"

"Yes, and you are?"

"Officially, Katherine Kindred," Katherine said. "Are you perhaps here because you want to look for Liu fang?"

"Honestly, I wanted to chat with her more, yes. She's a new friend after all. They said that friends should get to know each other both in heart and mind." Klaus laughed.

Katherine laughed softly. "You are like what she said, an easygoing and calm person. Not many men are able to look at me, face to face, with such clear eyes, do you know that, Mister Klaus?"

"I don't." Klaus shook his head. "However, I can see why they are not able to do that. I am already having a very hard battle against myself, and I prided myself on having self-discipline." 

Katherine giggled and took the Nightshade from Klaus's side. She slowly drank it with elegance and grace. Afterward, she put the drink down and gently licked her lips. 

"Follow me. Liu Fang is upstairs," Katherine said before she stood up and started to head upstairs.

Klaus quickly got up and followed Katherine.

The second floor of the Nightshire Bar was more impressive than Klaus had imagined. It had a total of 12 rooms, excluding the master room that was Katherine's room. 

Each of the 12 rooms was magnificently decorated and neatly organized. Additionally, all of them were soundproofed to the level that even if a bomb would to go off in one of the rooms, it would only be like a soft buzzing to the people inside the other rooms.

Klaus wondered why a bar that served as a hostel would need such rooms. Wouldn't any room with some amount of soundproof be sufficient? Whoever did it that loud must have an exhibitionism fetish.

Katherine led Klaus into her room and tightly locked the door. She smiled vaguely at Klaus and led him into a chamber that was within her room. It was well-hidden and not easily searchable.

The moment Katherine entered the secret chamber, a voice that was familiar to Klaus called out to Katherine.

"Katherine?"

Katherine smiled and said playfully, "Liu Fang, look who tagged along." Then, she stepped to the side and let Klaus into the chamber.

Klaus smiled awkwardly when he saw that Liu Fang was almost completely naked. Her top was only covered with a bra that barely covered it whole. While her lower half was covered loosely with a blanket.

Liu Fang's collected demeanor from when she first met Klaus melted instantly as she traced his gaze to her bare leg. She immediately covered herself with her blanket and wanted nothing more than to find a hole and bury herself in it at the moment.

Katherine laughed mischievously before turning to Klaus. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Liu Fang likes to sleep with as few clothes on as possible."

"Katherineeeee!!" Liu Fang's voiced squeaked out from underneath the blanket.

It should be forbidden to mock anyone who ventures into a foreign language. One morning, as I left the subway by mistake in a blue station just like her, with a name similar to her station, I made a call from the street.

"I'm almost there," I said.

I suspected at the same time that I had spoken nonsense because the teacher asked me to repeat the sentence.

"I'm almost there..." there was probably some problem with the word almost. But instead of pointing out my mistake, she made me repeat it, repeat it, repeat it, then burst into laughter that made me turn off the phone. When she saw me at her door, she had a fresh fit of laughter, and the more she choke back a laugh, the more her body trembled trying to hold back.

She said, at last, that she had understood that I would come gradually, first the nose, then an ear, then a knee, and the joke was not all that funny.

This was so true, that Yue was a little sad afterwards, and without knowing how to apologize, she brushed my trembling lips with her fingertips. Today, however, I can say that I speak Chinese perfectly, or almost. When at night I begin to murmur alone, the suspicion of a very slight accent here and there greatly afflicts me. In the environments I frequent, where I speak out on national themes, I use rare verbs and correct educated people, a sudden strange accent would be disastrous.

To get the schism out, I can only appeal to Yue, who is not very reliable either; in order to hold me there eating in her hand, as she may wish, will always deny me the last crumb. Still, I ask her in secret: Do I lose my accent? Spike, she answers little by little, first her nose, then an ear... and she dies of laughing, then she repents, puts her hands around my neck and so on.

I went to Shanghai with an unexpected landing when I flew from Kuala Lumpur to Seoul as a connection to São Paulo. The company offered an overnight stay at an airport hotel, and only in the morning would inform us that the technical problem, responsible for that scale, was an anonymous bomb complaint on board. However, peering over the midnight newscast, I had been intrigued by the Malaysian company's plane standing at the local airport runway.

I increased the volume, but the locution was in Chinese, the only language in the world which, according to bad tongues, you need to live two lives to learn. I turned off the TV, in São Paulo it was seven in the evening, a good time to call home; answered by the answering machine, I did not leave a message, nor would it make sense to say: hi, honey! it's me, I'm in Shanghai, there's a bomb on the plane, a kiss. I should be sleepy, but I was not, so I filled the tub, spread bath salts in the warm water, and distracted myself for a while with amassing foams. I was in it when, zil, they rang the bell, I still remembered that bell in Turkish is zil. Curled up in the towel, I answered the door and bumped an old man in a hotel uniform, a disposable razor in my hand. He had missed the door, and when he saw me he emitted a guttural "o", like one from a deaf-mute. I went back to the bathroom, and then I found it weird a luxury hotel to employ a deaf-mute as a messenger. But I was with zil in my head, that's a good word, zil, much better than bell or campanhia. I would soon forget it, as I had forgotten the haiku decorated in Japan, the Arabic proverbs, the Otchi Tchiornie who sang in Russian, from each country I thus take the language as a souvenir, a volatile souvenir. I have this childish ear that picks up and spreads the tongues easily, if I persevered I could learn Greek, Korean, even Basque. But Chinese, I had never dreamed of learning.

It was past a time when I went to bed naked, I turned on the TV, and the same woman from midnight, a blonde with a heavy makeup, presented a rerun of the previous newspaper. I realized it was a reprise because I had noticed the broad-faced peasant who stared at the camera with her eyes bent, wielding a cabbage the size of her head. She was shaking her head and cabbage up and down at the same time, and she spoke without a break to the reporter. And she would dig her fingers through the cabbage, and she would cry, and her voice would shriek, and her face would grow redder and swollen, and she would burrow ten fingers into the cabbage, and now my shoulders would tighten, but not from what I saw. I needed to capture at least one word. Word? Without the slightest notion of the aspect, the structure, the body of words, I had no way of knowing where each word began or how far it was going.

It was impossible to detach a word from the other, it would be like trying to cut a river with a knife. To my ears, the Chinese might be a tongue without any splendour, not made up of words, but made known only in its entirety. And the plane reappeared on the runway in a distant, dark, static image that emphasized, even more, the male voice of the voiceover. The news of the plane did not matter to me any more, the mystery of the aeroplane was obscured by the mystery of the language that gave the news.

I was listening to those amalgamated sounds when I suddenly detected the clandestine word, Malaysia Airlines.

Yes, Malaysia Airlines, surely the announcer had let it escape, the English word infiltrating the wall of Chinese words, the loophole that would allow me to unlock all the vocabulary. The newspaper was followed by a roundtable whose participants seemed to misunderstand, then a documentary on the seabed with transparent fish, and at two o'clock returned to my makeup friend, who was ageing every hour.

Meteorology, Parliament, stock exchange, students on the street, shopping mall, peasant with cabbage, my plane, and I already risked reproducing some phonemes from Malaysia Airlines. There came a girl in a red shawl and black bun threatened to speak Spanish, changed the channel in a jump-scare. I fell on a channel in English, one more, another in English, a German channel, an Italian, and back to the interview with the Andalusian dancer.

I muted the television and looked at the subtitles, and looking at Chinese words for the first time, I had the impression of seeing their skeletons.

At six in the morning, when the alarm rang, I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Soon I would recite in unison with the announcer the news of the aeroplane, a good twenty seconds of Chinese. As it was, I dressed in disgust the clothes of the day before, because they had only released the carry-on luggage, and I went down to the lobby, which was a Babylon. The more the various languages went, the more the protests against terrorism, the airline, and the extras charged by the hotel were exalted. The voices only settled when the restaurant was opened for the free breakfast, but then the damage was done. I tried to get my Chinese words in my head and only found Malaysia Airlines.

I still tried to concentrate, looked at the floor, walked from here to here, and nothing. In the back of the room I saw a wheel of talking waiters, and I thought I could at least trace some words from them. But when they noticed me, they were abruptly silent and told me to sit down with three big slim-faced men on a table full of crumbs, fruit peels, cheese peels, and four more yoghurt glasses scraped. There remained untouched in the basket of bread a similar reddish-coloured broccoli, certainly a native speciality, which I have tried with caution and education. The dough was light, with a sweet taste that left a bitter memory with time. I ate the first, the second, I ended up eating all four because I was hungry, and it was not all bad if swallowed with tea. It was a pumpkin bread, as the maître said in English, but I did not want the broa's recipe, I wanted to taste how it sounds in Chinese.

"In Chinese," I insisted.

I suspected that they were jealous of their language since the maître was non-plussed. He made a guttural "o", poured a bunch of broccoli on my plate, rejected by the neighbouring tables, and clapped his hands to hurry me, making me see that the restaurant was empty. In the lobby, a stewardess with a list and a walkie-talkie in her hand screamed Mister Silva! Mister Silva!, and I was the last one to join the legion that was strangling on the conveyor belt ten meters from the hotel door.

We slip to the boarding gate through a long, sparkling free territory, a country of no language, a country of figures, icons and logos. In the Federal Police, a moustachioed official leafed lazily through each passport, which he returned without stamping. He drained away my hope that I would hear the ultimate voice of a Chinese, there was not a good morning out of his mouth, a thank you, a good journey, much less a come again. Who knows, as compensation, as I settled into the business-class armchair, the taste of pumpkin bread returned to my tongue, and now it was sweet again. I tightened my seatbelt, closed my eyes, I thought I was not going to sleep anymore, so I took a sleeping pill, and the plane took off. I reached the window, it was all cloudy, the pill was working. When it opened a hole in the clouds, it seemed to me that we were flying over Shanghai, cut by a river. The Yangtze, I thought, was the Yangtze but it was not blue, it was yellow, the city was yellow, the roofs, the asphalt, Funny that, a yellow city, I thought Shanghai was grey, but Shanghai was yellow.

Breno Silva has just attended the Anonymous Writers Congress in Kuala Lumpur and is on his way back to São Paulo when a bomb scare on his Malaysia Airlines flight forces him to spend a night in Shanghai.
Fascinated by the Chinese language - he is after all a ghost writer by trade and a man who lives by language - he spends the night watching television, trying to pick out words. In charting Breno's life we enter a storytelling labyrinth, as his myth-making, love-making and essays into another culture become mired in the world where celebrities make reputations and fortunes from the writing of others, and where the reader is not sure what language, or what reality, is being offered.

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