Dressed As the Younger Brother of Four Pet Sisters and Crazy Demons

It's her?

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

She went all the way back to the dormitory, and after pushing the door open, she found that there was already someone in the dormitory.

Li Qinian was slightly surprised: "Brother Wang?"

Jiang Wang didn't go to the evening self-study on Sunday, so he only came to school on Monday morning.

"Ok."

Jiang Zhuang was holding a book, when he heard this, he raised his head and glanced at her.

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

"I went, I was stopped back."

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

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

While talking, Li Qinian took out the latest version of the game console from his schoolbag: "Brother Wang, don't read books, come and play for a while."

She glanced at the cover just now, and it was another original foreign book, but this time it was in a different language, and the font was twisted and twisted, looking like little ants.

Seeing such a strange language for the first time, she lowered her head and took a closer look:

"This... looks like Tibetan, but it's not Tibetan. If you look closely, it's of the same origin as Tibetan."

Before transmigrating into the body of "Li Qinian", she stayed in a pure white space with no end in sight.

When she had nothing to do, she read the existing languages ​​in this world seven to eighty-eight, not to say that she could understand all of them, but it was no problem to understand more than half of them.

Jiang Wang gave her the answer: "This is a brand new language formed by combining Tibetan and Burmese."

Li Qinian thought he was a young language genius, so he was aroused for a while, and he didn't even care about the game: "Can I have a look?"

Jiang Lu glanced at her indifferently, and lowered his eyes, which was regarded as acquiescing.

Li Qinian simply moved his chair and placed it next to Jiang Lu, and the two sat side by side:

"Let's watch together."

The two seriously lowered their heads to read the book. The more they read, the more miraculous Li Qinian felt. There were no Chinese annotations in the book, only some illustrations. She raised her head curiously:

"Brother Wang, can you understand?"

"can not read it."

Jiang Lu opened her mouth lightly, and the answer was completely beyond her expectation.

Li Qinian looked at the pen and paper on the table. Dozens of Chinese characters were written on it, and each word corresponded to a crooked new character.

She vaguely understood Jiang Lu's actions: "... Are you comparing the shapes of the characters on the book, combining the patterns, to guess the meaning of each word?"

This move is not crazy.

A book has at least hundreds of thousands of characters. You have to memorize the shape of each of the hundreds of thousands of characters, and then combine the position of the repeated words to guess the approximate meaning of the word.

She was slightly shocked, the person who can do such a thing is either a lunatic or a genius.

Jiang Lu didn't feel how crazy his behavior was: "This new language comes from a mysterious ethnic group in southern Xinjiang. They use this language to communicate in their local area."

"Then I'll try it too."

Li Qinian really likes challenging things.

The two watched it together for two hours, but Li Qinian only translated two words in the end.

Seeing Jiang Lu's progress, she raised her eyebrows in surprise, and Brother Lu actually wrote four more words.

Her own memory has always been astonishing, and many things can be remembered forever after reading it several times, but Jiang Lu's memory is even more terrifying than hers, almost to the point of never forgetting.