Super Prophecy Master

Chapter 3 Language Modules
Through a timely and predictable Weibo message, the 'Personality Publicity' Weibo account attracted more than 300 fans.

"This is the three hundred warriors of Sparta!"

"This is just the beginning, and there will definitely be more and more in the future!"

Zhang Yang felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Next, he continued to work hard, and in the remaining time, he made four consecutive euphemistic and predictive timely updates--
"Chelsea attacked Tottenham's goal, and Tottenham's defense was a bit dangerous, but it was very difficult for Chelsea to score, and players needed to play on the spot."

"Tottenham's goalkeeper is the key. Whether Tottenham concedes a goal or not depends on the performance of the goalkeeper."

"It's time for Tottenham to launch a counterattack! Whether they can save the defeat depends on whether they are finding opportunities. But... I am not optimistic."

"Tottenham launched a final counterattack! They were looking for opportunities in desperation, but facing the impregnable defense, they still had to accept the bitter fruit of failure...I believe Chelsea will defeat Tottenham 2-1 in the end!"

As soon as the Weibo message was sent out, there were many fans watching.

These 'Spartan Warriors' are not pure fans, they just pay attention with some curiosity, not to pay attention to the dynamics, some want to find an opportunity to sarcasm a few words to vent their anger about Chelsea's goal, and some want to see Check out the next prediction to see if it's still accurate.

When each message was first sent, there were still many rebuttals.

But after a long time, there was no rebuttal.What was said in the Weibo message has already been realized in the competition.

So the only thing left is all kinds of worship.

It is a pity that due to the lack of news about the goal, the amount of new attention attracted by the next four Weibo messages has decreased, but attracted by the first Weibo, there are still many follow-up fans.

By the time the match between Chelsea and Tottenham Hotspur was over, the number of followers on the Weibo account 'Expressing Personality' had exceeded [-].

The new fans not only pay attention to Weibo, but also comment on the previous news, and the first one has the most comments, with nearly [-] comments——
"The blogger is a genius!"

"The blogger is God, right? Or...the referee's family!"

"Even this can be predicted in advance? Could it be that the blogger knows the score before the game even starts!"

"Can you know the penalty kick? This guy is not from the referee team, he deliberately gave Chelsea a penalty kick."

"Who the hell is a blogger!"

"..."

The next four Weibo messages also have hundreds of comments, but since there is nothing exciting, the fans just simply say--
"It seems that the blogger's analysis of the game is very good!"

"Hit everything! [-] points!"

"The blogger must be a super fan! The analysis is so good, I feel that I don't need to watch the game after reading the blogger's Weibo."

"This is called knowing the ball!"

"Isn't it? It's too fake! Is it a hype?"

"..."

All kinds of comments are dazzling, but Zhang Yang never gets tired of watching them. He has achieved some achievements in his previous life, but his busy life has caused him to be somewhat out of touch with the online world. This is the first time he has attracted so much attention.

It's another sense of accomplishment.

After dinner that day, Zhang Yang fell asleep for the first time since time travel with a smile, and had a dream that seemed to be very beautiful.

In the dream, he was standing on the highest point of a luxurious football stadium.

Everyone's attention!

On the football field under their feet, there was a game going on, and there were countless fans on the scene, but few of them were watching the game seriously.

They are all looking upwards.

At a certain moment, he grinned at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly raised his arm forcefully, making a 'V' gesture of victory.

That means a goal!
All the fans shouted in unison, and the scoreboard rewritten the numbers in advance. In the sea of ​​noise, it took a while before the game scored.

In this game, only he is the real protagonist.

----

The weather in London in November is a bit wet and cold.

early morning.

Zhang Yang wore a suit and tie, stepped on low-angle leather shoes, and carried a briefcase in his hand, and boarded the No. 714 bus.

The traffic in London is congested in the morning, and all the streets are extremely busy. There are only four stops in the middle of a three-kilometer road, and it takes more than 10 minutes.

Amidst the crowds, Zhang Yang did not appear uncomfortable.

There are too many similar situations in the previous life. It is not unheard of to lie flat on the hard seat of the train, and it is nothing to squeeze the bus.

After getting off the bus stop, I walked briskly for a short while, and arrived in front of a [-]-story building.

Zhang Yang came to the thirteenth floor, found the front desk, explained that it was his first day at work, and was taken to a small office.

That's Brand's office.

Brand is an editor-in-chief of the sports branch of the British BBC TV station. He is in charge of the text section of the sports news business and is one of the most powerful figures in the branch.

After yesterday's interview, Zhang Yang was assigned to work under Brand.

Brand is a middle-aged man in his 50s, with a slightly fat body. His bald head looks like a painting of the Mediterranean Sea, and his soft hair on both sides is also very sparse.

At the moment Brad was reading the newspaper, with one of his rather leisurely legs resting on the corner of the table.

"Why are you here so late?" Brad frowned when he saw Zhang Yang, "It's your first day at work, remember, this is London, not lazy China, don't bring your bad habits from your hometown here !"

Zhang Yang pursed his lips and looked down at the time, "Didn't you start work at 08:30? I'm 10 minutes ahead of schedule."

"Then why am I here?" Brand asked sharply. He put down his legs on the corner of the table and his eyes became serious. "We are the media, and the media is different from other jobs. Some people even have to work 24 hours a day. You just Just go to work, I don't ask you to do that, but at least an hour early every day, understand?"

Zhang Yang pursed his lips and nodded.

If he didn't know why, he really thought that Brand was just being strict, but when he walked out of the office and saw an empty seat, he knew that Brand was targeting himself.

Zhang Yang walked to his place, but found that nothing happened.

There is not even a computer on the desk.

The memory in my mind shows that when I reported after the interview yesterday, there was a computer here. For media work, even if it is a text editor, it is impossible not to be equipped with a computer, so there is no way to work.

"Are you new here?"

A pleasant female voice came from behind. Zhang Yang turned his head and saw a long-haired beauty. The beauty smiled at him and stretched out her hand, "My name is Evans. You can call me Frieda."

"Zhang Yang."

The two touched their hands.

"Zhang? What a strange pronunciation." Frieda laughed. "Are you new here? I heard that a newcomer came in yesterday, but my colleagues said..." Frieda glanced at this point. Brand's office, he whispered, "Brand doesn't like you, you have to be careful, don't get caught by him, but it's normal, he doesn't like Asians, South Americans, or even Eastern Europeans people."

"why?"

Frieda pursed her lips, glanced at the office, and approached, "He is a leftist. He thinks that people from other regions have robbed English people of job opportunities and disrupted the normal order of the UK. I heard that he supports Brexit." , It’s unimaginable! He works in the media industry, how could he support Brexit, and the UK has been in the EU for so many years, it is impossible to leave it again, he is dreaming!”

Zhang Yang shook his head.

It is estimated that Frieda would not have imagined that the UK will really succeed in leaving the European Union in the future.

That has nothing to do with me.

Brand didn't want to catch him, the other party had already started to target him, and yesterday he gave himself a goal of attracting [-] followers on Weibo.

Zhang Yang asked, "It's the first day I come to work, and I don't even have a computer? This is the treatment for internships?"

"No way?" Frieda asked strangely, "I don't know, but there must be an office computer, maybe you should ask Brand."

"Frieda, it's so early!"

There was a shout in front of the door, a man in his early 30s with a mustache came over, he looked at Zhang Yang and said, "Are you the new one?"

Before Zhang Yang could speak, Frieda asked, "Gavin, where is the computer here?"

"Go away like Brand."

"why?"

"He said it won't be useful for a while, so he packed it up and put it in the warehouse." Gail laughed, "I guess he's targeting you on purpose, Asian kid."

"Don't give me a computer?" Zhang Yang was a little confused, "Then I can't work, so why don't I work?"

Gavin said, "I don't know."

After Gavin finished speaking, he pulled Frieda down, and whispered to the side, "Don't talk to him too much, you don't want to be targeted by Brand."

Frieda was a little annoyed, but she sat back in her seat.

Hearing Gavin's words, Zhang Yang could only shrug his shoulders helplessly, and he simply went back to the office to find Brand.

Brand didn't even look up, "Are you asking about the computer? You don't have a computer. You're not sure you're my employee. Unless you can complete the goals I gave you and prove your ability."

"Then I won't have to work this week until I complete my goal?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

Brand finally raised his head, "Work does not necessarily require a computer, I will give you work tasks."

The exchange with Brand ended unhappy.

Zhang Yang simply went back to his desk and sat down. He didn't have to do anything, and he was just a newcomer. He could feel the pointing around him, some were pure gossip, some were taunts with malicious intentions, but no one paid any attention to him. .

Not long after, Zhang Yang closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, until a harsh scolding came.

"You should be serious, now is not bedtime!"

Brand stood beside him and put down a document in his hand heavily, "This is your job for today, after you translate it, you can leave early, otherwise you will have to work overtime today."

Brand left after finishing speaking.

If you don't know it, you think it's special care, you can leave work after finishing the get off work, what a great thing.

Even with his eyes closed, Zhang Yang knew it was making things difficult.

Those were two report documents from the Italian media, most of which were in Italian, and his job was to translate them into English.

But he is not an Italian translator!

If you have a computer and can use translation software to search and search for information, you don’t even have a computer, and you want to translate all of them into English when facing a bunch of unfamiliar words?Even if he worked overtime until the next day, he would never complete any progress.

He didn't know how to get through this day.

"MD!"

Just as Zhang Yang was cursing inwardly, a strange voice suddenly came from his ear, "Auxiliary modules are needed for system testing."

"Language module."

"System analysis..."

"Requirements: language module, Italian module. Loading... please wait..."

Zhang Yang was stunned for a while, and it seemed that the moment of God was lost, when he heard "language module, the Italian module is loaded", and then he felt a bang in his head.

At that moment he almost fainted.

I don't know how much time has passed, it seems to be just a moment, and it seems to be a long time, and my mind finally wakes up.

Zhang Yang regained his senses and looked at the documents on the table again. He found that every word and every sentence was easy to understand.

Suddenly he smiled.

(End of this chapter)