The translation progress was extremely slow.
Due to the lack of research on the grammar of Gourenne, Lin Sheng could only piece together the words one by one, which was similar to the translation of a search engine.
Especially some local slang words, which gave him a headache.
After entering the dream for the second time and memorizing the book, Lin Sheng could enter the manor every night.
Every time he entered the manor, he would memorize one or two sentences and translate them into Celine. It was also the language he used daily.
This kind of life lasted for four consecutive days.
Gradually, with the help of Lin Sheng's research experience from his previous life, the translation work gradually became smoother.
Gourenne was not a particularly niche language, and there were many related grammar books that could be downloaded on the Internet.
After many rounds of investigation, Lin Sheng also collected a lot of information for the translation work.
Soon, the first page of the book was gradually translated.
"The thing that really limits me is my memory."
Lin Sheng sat in a corner of the sofa in silence, recalling the content that he had translated yesterday.
Today was Sunday, and some relatives came to visit.
It was his second uncle and his son, Lin Zhenyu.
Lin Zhenyu was nineteen years old this year, one year older than him, but he looked gentle and wore a pair of square glasses. He sat beside his father without saying a word, only looking down at the foreign language book in his hand.
Lin Tao, his second uncle, was drinking tea while discussing with his father how to deal with their grandfather's situation.
According to him, his grandfather was getting old, and with this incident, it was time to make a will. As for how to divide the family's assets, all the opinions of his siblings had to be considered.
There was also a more practical problem, which was that they had to buy his grandfather's grave as soon as possible. Who should pay for it, and if everyone had to share it, how should they divide it?
After all, some people were too poor and could not fork out much money.
His grandfather was clearly still alive, but his second uncle was not worried about his health, but about how to divide the family's assets and who would pay for it.
His father, Lin Zhounian, looked a little gloomy. He sat in his seat and rarely spoke, mostly just listening.
Lin Sheng did not have a good impression of his second uncle's family.
His cousins, Lin Zhenyu and Lin Xiaoxiao, were good friends. Because their family was much better off, they would hang out in bars or karaoke.
Occasionally, he heard that they would go hiking together at their own expense, which was a form of training for themselves.
Their social circles and activities were of a higher level than Lin Sheng's.
So, although they were of the same generation, they had nothing in common when they sat together.
So, even though they were of the same generation, they did not have anything in common when they sat together.
From time, Lin Zhenyu's eyes, Lin Sheng looked at him as if he did not exist.
This guy was good at his studies and was a top student in his class. It was said that he ranked tenth in his school during the third year's weekly exam.
Lin Zhenyu's school, Huaisha First High School, was one of the top high schools in the area. Fortunately, the other party ignored him, and Lin Sheng was happy to ignore him.
Fortunately, the other party treated him as if he did not exist, and Lin Sheng was happy to ignore him.
Now, all his attention was on the book in the dream.
The translated content was still flashing in front of his eyes.
"… A long time ago, I, Ravel, a Second-level Swordsman of the Empire, wanted to leave a biography for myself.
"I once fought in the battlefield of Cheyenne and defeated seven enemy soldiers. Although I did not master the transcendent, I deserved to be evaluated as a Second-level Swordsman.
Now, I am old and have returned to my hometown. In this desperate time, I want to leave the last trace of my existence …
"… Now, I can still see the explosion of the outpost, the cannonballs flying in the sky, the cold weapons crisscrossing with each other, and the armor of my comrades and I occasionally colliding.
Some fell, some got up. The tower shield in front of me kept crashing, and smoke rose into the sky like a stone pillar. I am not afraid of death, but I do not want to die in vain … "
The rest was gone.
That was all Lin Sheng had translated, combined with the dictionary he bought and some grammar materials he searched on the Internet. He perfected the sentence connection, and that was all the information he got.
"This is a book left by a warrior who has definitely been on the battlefield," he deduced.
After these days of dedicated study, Lin Sheng could easily grasp some basic vocabulary of the Gourenne language.
He spent almost all day and night on translation.
In his spare time, he would memorize the vocabulary and grammar of the Gourenne language.
He swore that he had never been so crazy about learning. The books in the dream were like deadly poppies, with a tempting fragrance and attraction.
He was eager to know what it meant to be a Second-level Swordsman, and whether the handbook of swordsmanship could really help him learn the way to practice swordsmanship.
"According to the pictures I saw before, maybe I can really learn the way to practice swordsmanship," Lin Sheng thought.
"Lin Sheng? Lin Sheng?? "
Suddenly, a shout dragged him out of his thoughts.
Lin Sheng came back to his senses and saw Lin Zhenyu looking at him with a frown. He seemed to have called him a few times.
"What's the matter?" he quickly replied.
"What revision materials do you want? I have more here, you can take them and make a copy," Lin Zhenyu said calmly.
Lin Sheng was taken aback as he looked at his father.
It was obvious that Lin Zhenyu would not take the initiative to say this. The one who made the request should be his father, Lin Zhounian.
Seeing that the college entrance examination was approaching, Lin Zhounian was also flustered. Seeing that his son's results were not good, he probably wanted to learn from Lin Zhenyu.
But Lin Sheng was not interested at all.
He had the memories of his previous life and was far more mature than the average student. His grades were average because he did not want to learn.
As for the ordinary exam-oriented education here, Lin Sheng was not interested at all and did not approve of it. He thought that it was a waste of time.
The reason why he was able to maintain his mediocre level was because of his parents' expectations, so he put in a little more effort.
In fact, he did not want to spend too much energy and time on earning points with other children.
He had enough of this kind of life in his previous life.
"Revision materials? No need, I have enough here. Thank you, Brother Zhenyu," Lin Sheng replied.
"That's fine." Lin Zhenyu was happy to relax. "By the way, next week is your sister Xiaoxiao's birthday. We plan to go out together. Do you want to go together?"
"No, time is too tight now." Lin Sheng had no time to pay attention to this guy. He was wholeheartedly immersed in his dream.
"In fact, you should also get in touch with a bigger circle. You are already in the third year of high school, so you should have your own plan. What is the future, what direction you want to go, and what route you want to take. You should have a clear understanding of it. "
Lin Zhenyu pretended to be indifferent with a sense of superiority.
"Don't spend all your time on the game console and reading miscellaneous books. In the future, you have to be responsible for your future."
His words made the second uncle's face light up, and Lin Zhounian also looked a little helpless.
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