Chapter 145 New text from Southern Xinjiang

  It's actually her?

   Thinking of the girl she bumped into yesterday, Li Qinian felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

  She went all the way back to the dormitory. After pushing the door and entering, she found that there were already people in the dormitory.

  Li Qinian was slightly surprised: "Brother Wang?"

  Jiang Wang did not study late on Sunday, so he only came to school on Monday morning.

"Um."

  Jiang Wang was holding a book, and he glanced up at her when he heard the words.

  Li Qinian guessed and asked: "Did you go to the classroom?"

   "Go, I was stopped back."

  Jiang Wang didn't say it clearly, but he obviously knew what had happened.

   "Forget it, let's leave it alone, the police will naturally find out."

  As Li Qinian said, he took out the latest version of the game console from his schoolbag: "Brother Wang, stop reading, come and play."

  She glanced at the cover just now. It was another foreign original, but this time it was changed to another language. The fonts were twisted and twisted, looking like little ants.

  The first time she saw such a strange language, she lowered her head and took a closer look:

  "This...looks like Tibetan, but it's not Tibetan. Upon closer inspection, it is in the same vein as Tibetan."

  Before she entered the body of "Li Qi Nian", she had stayed in a pure white space, with no edge in sight.

  When she was idle, she read through the existing language of the world seven or seven eighty-eight, not to mention that she could understand all of them, but it was okay to know more than half of them.

  Jiang Wang gave her the answer: "This is a brand new language that is a combination of Tibetan and Burmese."

  Li Qi-nian thought he was a little language genius. He was interested for a while and couldn’t even pay attention to the game: "Can I take a look?"

  Jiang glanced at her indifferently, and lowered his eyes, be regarded as acquiescence.

  Li Qinian simply moved her own chair and placed it beside Jiang Wang. The two sat side by side:

   "Let’s watch it together."

  The two looked down seriously and read the book. The more they read, the more magical Li Qinian felt. There were no Chinese annotations in the book, only some illustrations. She looked up curiously:

   "Brother Wang, can you understand?"

"can not read."

   Jiang said lightly, the answer was completely beyond her expectation.

  Li Qinian looked at the pen and paper on the table. There were dozens of words written in Chinese on it, and under each word there was a new crooked text.

  She faintly understood Jiang Wang’s actions: "...You are comparing the shape of the words in the book, combining the patterns, and guessing the meaning of each word?"

  This move is not crazy.

  There are less than a hundred thousand words in a book. You have to remember the shape of each word in the hundreds of thousands of words, and then combine the position of the repetition of the word to guess the approximate meaning of the word.

  She was slightly shocked. People who can do this kind of thing are either crazy or genius.

  Jiang Wang didn’t think his behavior was crazy: “This new text comes from a mysterious ethnic group in southern Xinjiang. In their local area, they use this language to communicate.”

   "Then I will try it too."

  Li Qinian really likes challenging things.

  The two watched together for two hours, and Li Qinian finally translated only two words.

  She saw Jiang Wang's progress, her eyebrows raised in surprise, and Brother Wang actually wrote four more words.

  Her own memory has always been amazing, and many things can be remembered forever after reading it a few times, but Jiang Wang's memory is more terrifying than her, almost to the point of unforgettable.

  (End of this chapter)