Chinese Translation Novels & Stories

“Tell me something you’ve learned in Chinese.” “Wǒ ài nǐ.” He arches his brow. “What does that mean?” “I love you.” “Tell me something I don’t know,” he says haughtily. I huff and elbow his side. “Sod off!” “That’s English,” he points out. “God,” I mumble. “That’s English too.” I laugh. “Fuck off.” He wags a finger at me. “That’s French.” I shake my head in amusement. Sighing, I close my laptop and lean into him, resting my head against his side. A few seconds later, his fingers are in my hair, massaging my scalp. I shut my eyes and enjoy the nice feeling.

Is there like—'' ''I'm craving Chinese.''

Maybe my luck has dried up, or I’ve pissed it all out on one of my unsteady trips to the bathroom. Eventually I put the cassette out of mind. Not like I can translate what’s on it, anyway. All I’ve got is a name and a vague memory of adjacent words I don’t understand. But after stewing over it for a while, I realize that’s not entirely true. I can count in Chinese, and I might have recognized a number. In fact, I’m pretty sure Paul Tien said the number er shi san in the same sentence as Rinpoche’s name. Twenty-three.

Hoping it was something he could tease her with if he ever felt like. ZhengLi paused for a moment, a new tinge of light in his eyes as he laid himself out casually, stretching himself taller and getting comfy. A sense of smug moving over him that the name he read, actually was pretty ironic. "It's MingYun." ZhengLi smiled wider, a little happy that he knew this would annoy YuZhi, the translation of the word not lost on him and YuZhi stared back in disbelief. He snorted at his friends' stupid joke, shrugged like he was a total liar and turned away with a dismissive wave.

Amadeus ignored their surprised Pikachu faces and grinned from ear to ear listening to Luna’s monotone voice. TBC Maple Writes PS: This is a Machine Translated Chinese conversation. If you find this fishy and out of your league we are willing to see you off. I am just not well versed with Chinese and yet the situation calls for a conversation. Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.

Those women were really grating on my nerves! I was standing like an idiot, observing the commotion spreading across the ballroom. Aren held my hand and looked at me with concern, but there was no way he could help me in this idiotic situation. I could either speak English and waste Lan Jing's efforts to build my strong position, or I could try recalling something I read in "Chinese for idiots—basic phrases guide." Of course, I chose the latter. I vaguely remembered that there was a phrase wishing someone happiness and good health... I smiled nervously at Aren and then at Lan Jing before saying, "Yeye, ni zhu, xing fu shenti jiankang."

In the end, I decided to take the risk, typed the company name and pressed search. There were only few results I hadn’t seen before but they all shared the same news, that I had already read. All except for one, which was… in Chinese. All I could read from the article was the company name – TK Industries, the rest was all Chinese Hanzi… which was as readable for me as antient, Egyptian hieroglyphs. Fortunately, online translator helped a bit, so I could at least know what was the news about.

I explain trying to be more helpful. She nods like she understands. “Oh. How about when it’s the other way around?” For a moment, I look at her blankly. “Oh!” I say quickly and frown thoughtfully, as though the answer is on the tip of my tongue. “Asa-her?” “Cool!” she gasps. I glance at Jack Wills, just to see if by any remote chance he might look impressed. But he is still frowning instead. I clear my throat and continue. “We also have a word Chinaoil which means ‘I love you.’ “

I asked. “An immediate translator from Chinese. It analyzes and translates in real-time. If you overhear a conversation in Chinese, you can instantly get the translation,” he explained. “It won't be a hundred percent accurate, but I made sure it was its accuracy is around ninety-nine.” I laughed. “That will be a helpful tool. Thank you, Kei.” “You're welcome, Josie... and be careful,” he said, the concern audible once more. “I will do my best to stay out of trouble,” I promised.

She laughed again, "So no sex for me?" I nodded, "no sex for us... me and you... noo... Baby in Chinese they say 'Wù jí bì fǎn'" She laughed at me... "What the fuck?" I laughed too, "okay I don't know if it's said like that but apparently it means too much of something is bad.. no matter how good it is.. once it's too much, it ain't good anymore..." She pulled me into a hug laying me in her chest, "okay my Chinese girlfriend.... so what is that bad thing that we can do it twice and turn it good..."