Chapter 149: You Can Understand Machine Translation Better Than I Can (5k)

“Professor, you’re not in language translation—language is a game of rules; probability is far too unreliable,” Paul Calvin struggled to argue further.

Of course, he truly didn’t believe translation could have anything to do with statistics.

Words correspond one-to-one.

English words correspond directly to Russian words; translate literally and expand the corpus.

In the thinking of that era, this was the only proper path.

That is, what is called the brute-force method.

Wen Yiming pulled from the box a golden figure sixty centimeters tall, heavy—at least thirty pounds—dressed in Rong tribal attire, its body carved with intricate patterns, radiating arrogance, vigor, and unmatched bravery.

Police had already interrogated the Us, but the Us gained no useful information from those suspects. Wu Yong decided to begin with Sun Yongquan to find a breakthrough.

The reason the butterfly’s friend suddenly braked was because a car suddenly turned around—they wanted to take another route.

Lin Yue practiced martial arts, hoping to avoid trouble; if Zhang Miao didn’t recognize him, all the better.

He always felt that, though worldviews regarding cultivation or not differed greatly, they all remained within the bounds of “humanity” itself.

Jiang Rong stated this matter so confidently that Jiang’s Second Madam instantly understood, and her face immediately lit up with a smile.

The magic array for sealing was not easy to draw; she had only learned a little and was far from proficient. To carve such a detailed, terrifyingly precise sealing array under pressure was no small feat.

The Twentieth Emperor was utterly stunned—he never imagined his strongest strike could not even pierce the opponent’s fingertip.

The initial simple platform built from dragon bones was dismantled and reassembled onto the second-level base plane, expanding that level’s surface to a hundred meters in diameter.

“Who are you? Why are you here? Didn’t I order all of you to wait at the entrance for news?” The Grand Master erupted in fury upon seeing Wu Yong emerge from behind the ancient temple.

In her previous life, Qiao Ziyou had also wanted to enter the fashion world and become a fashion designer, but many of her designs were stolen from others—plagiarized manuscripts, supplemented by hired hands who made the garments, finally becoming her credited works.

She understood why Bo Yuhang was jealous, but the distrust in his eyes robbed her of the courage to explain; she thought he would understand, yet she forgot how deeply Bo Yuhang loved her.

“Kill!” The half-dragon roared, ignoring the sensation beneath him, and grabbed the dragon horse again.

“Sister, your cultivation hasn’t reached the point of being flawless yet?” Li Qiushui said with slight regret, stepping back several paces; beads of sweat dotted her brow—she had barely edged ahead just now.

Ouyang Lian worried: the class test rules forbade any student from failing, a clause that tormented him—but even more than that, he dreaded seeing Li’s smug face.

“Zi, have you forgotten me… puh!” Lu Lu Zi’s words cut short as a palm strike slammed into him; his chest throbbed, blood spewed, and he flew backward.

Inside the villa, Ouyang Qianlong’s health had improved greatly; she stared listlessly at the TV, finding nothing there to hold her attention—either the acting was terrible or the plot had glaring continuity errors; watching it was simply awkward.

The “important matter” the Azure Dragon Elder mentioned was actually very simple: the prior agreement between Gao Xuan and the Qingxu Sacred Realm.

The bedroom door slowly opened, and a graceful figure emerged—Ouyang Qianlong stepped out at that moment.

“How could I possibly refuse to eat breakfast my wife painstakingly made for me!” Lin Fan shrugged and smiled.