Divine Star System

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Mao Xuetong reluctantly took out his mobile phone to transfer money to the other party. Xia Jing was also unhappy to wait to receive the account. Both were unhappy.

Mao Xuetong finished his account transfer and said, "It's over! Get off the bus! I still have something to do."

Xia Jing said: "Send me back!"

Mao Xuetong said, "Would you not take a taxi by yourself?"

Xia Jing said: "The fare is so expensive, how can you have a taxi? Besides, you have a car, and I still have a taxi, am I not brain-impaired."

Mao Xuetong was so angry that he didn't know what to say. He gave a fierce glance at Xia Jing, and then looked out of the car. Seeing Zhang Yu going far, she hurriedly started the car to catch up.

Xia Jing watched the car approaching Zhang Yu and said, "This guy is wearing a normal dress. Is he really ***?"

Mao Xuetong was not very angry: "It seems like how many *** you have seen, it's called low-key! You know a fart!"

Xia Jing snorted, then frowned again, and said, "But this boy looks familiar, I seem to have seen it before."

Mao Xuetong said: "Come on! You and others are simply heaven and earth, don't put gold on your face." In talking, the car has caught up with Zhang Yu, and Mao Xuetong hurriedly opened the window and called: "Zhang Yu! Car! "

Zhang Yu nodded, walked to the car, and sat back to the copilot.

The car went forward ...

Xia Jing frowned and looked at Zhang Yu, and said, "Boy! You look familiar! Have we met?"

"Maybe!" Zhang Yuwenyan smiled.

"Where?" Xia Jing hurriedly asked.

"They said yes! Who remembers where?" Zhang Yu dealt with it casually.

Xia Jing heard Zhang Yu actually obscure herself, and then gave a sigh of discomfort.

Mao Xuetong frowned and said, "Okay! Don't pretend to be close, okay, you have no work, who can see you."

Xia Jing was annoyed when she heard this, but she was short and soft, so she couldn't help but speak.

There was no speech all the way, the car drove for a long time, and Mao Xuetong put down Xia Jing on the side of the road, and then uttered two more words before letting the other party leave.

The car continued to move forward, and Mao Xuetong apologized, "I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay! By the way, that girl is your relative?"

"No! It's my sister."

"Oh!"

"But it's not my sister!" Mao Xuetong said this, and saw Zhang Yu's strange face, explaining: "My mother and his father formed a family again. She was born by my stepfather and ex-wife. So we have no blood. Relationship but grew up together. "

"That's it!" Zhang Yu ran.

"My sister, who was naughty from an early age, didn't read well, and she never worked or found a serious job all day."

"It's quite troublesome! By the way, what is she doing now, do you know?"

"Listen to her as a *** in a bar!"

"It's a mess in a bar. Don't you worry about being your sister?"

"Worrying what's the use! I don't listen to it. It's been a long time, and I don't have that effort."

"Then why don't you let her do it with you?"

"Say! She didn't do it, she said she didn't want me to be in charge. In fact, I said that my sister wasn't exactly my sister, that my friend wasn't exactly my friend's identity, and it wasn't convenient to say.

"This is a problem! But it can be considered a fate if people can come together. If you can help, you still need to help. In case you go on a bad path, it will be too late to regret it."

Zhang Yu and Mao Xuetong had a chat with each other, but later they ran several daily necessities stores and electrical appliances stores. They had to say that they were rich and easy to handle, and they soon got everything done.

After the purchase was completed, it was too late. Because the delivery could only be changed to another day, the two had a light meal at night, and they were separated. Zhang Yu found a hotel near the house for a night's rest.

In the early morning of the next day, the ordered items were delivered to Zhang Yu's house. Although the delivery man was responsible for installation and commissioning, because Zhang Yu's house was too large, it was already afternoon when everything was done.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yu hired another housekeeping team to clean the house until the evening.

After dark, Zhang Yu was finally able to live in a new house, and had to say, to make him feel better.

At night, Zhang Yu was not idle. Although the broadband was not installed, the new computer was already assembled and he could start his translation work.

In the next few days, Zhang Yu devoted almost all of her energy to the translation of Journey to the West, basically sleeping and forgetting, and staying at home.

Although Zhang Yu had the English version of Journey to the West on the past as a reference, but in terms of his current English level, he was not very satisfied with the previous version, so he decided to translate a more perfect The English version of Journey to the West will do.

...

Time is coming to Wednesday soon!

Dong Ande and his party arrived in the headquarters of the National Writing Association in an extended van.

Some staff led a group to the reception room to rest, and then found Dong Ande again.

Dong Ande's group of students either walked around the room or sat on the sofa to chat and relax.

"I wouldn't have come so early if I knew it, and I just sat here when I came."

"Isn't the driver afraid of traffic jams, come early and feel relieved."

"By the way, do you think which of the works selected for the Lawrence Award is the most difficult to translate?"

"Do you need to say that! Of course it is the Journey to the West. By the way, has anyone finished reading it?"

"I don't have so much time to write, it's so obscure, and it's all written in classical Chinese. I don't know what the author thinks."

"I didn't expect that guy named Zhang Yu was so powerful. It doesn't look like I'm too old! How literary skills are so deep."

"Don't forget that they are the award-winning authors of the Golden Plum Awards and are also members of the writing association."

"It's better than the dead! Look at people, look at us, eh!"

Everyone heard this and shook their heads ...

"Right! You say that Zhang Yu wants to translate Journey to the West, is this possible?"

"Just a joke! Of course it is impossible! Although Journey to the West was written by him, it does not mean that he can translate. In fact, the nirvana of this Journey to the West, even a doctorate in English, dare not say such big things Not to mention amateur. "

"I think it's because I don't understand anything, that's why I dare to say anything. If you are a postdoc, how dare you say that? Don't you be afraid to make people laugh."

"Hehehehe!" Everyone smiled at the same time ...

"But to be honest, this Journey to the West, I'm afraid that most people can't translate except for teachers."

"That kid is crazy! I don't think the teacher can control him!"

"That may not be so!"

"Oh! Why do you say that?"