Translator is retiring a way to continue reading or guide for someone to pick it up

So hello, I have been starting to get busy lately and I have decided to drop this hobby of translating, but don't worry, I don't want to leave you heart itching for the not-coming chapters, so I plan to give you my secret sauce that makes me create those good quality translations with little effort and continue reading until your heart's content.

So, if you had a guess from my quick release rate, I used [AI] Chat GPT to be specific to translate these, but that's not all. If you actually just put the untranslated stuff you want to read, it will actually give you worse quality than if you just read it with Google Translate. You need to add a few ingredients to give you the tasty novel you want to read, so:

First, create a new, fresh Chat gpt account for a fresh memory and history with no influence, though if you like your personalized gpt, then make sure there is memory you can check in Settings > Personalization > Memory > Memory Management.

Second, we will use the free gpt4o, no need for paid gpt or gpt mini. So now the second ingredient, you need to add rules and guidelines for your AI to follow, so use this as the prompt I have been using.

> Translate the following Chinese chapter into English with the following requirements:

1. Complete preservation of the original content—do not shorten or cut any part.

2. Translate all names with Pinyin annotations (e.g. 莫雪遥 → Mò Xuěyáo).

3. Preserve the structure and formatting, including chapter titles, breaks (like ====), and author notes (e.g. “作者有话说:…”).

4. Enhance readability and emotional depth slightly where needed—but without changing the plot or tone.

5. Maintain 1990s China cultural context, including realism around money, customs, and school life.

6. Retain emotional tone—be it humor, melancholy, warmth, awkwardness, or sarcasm—and reflect the inner voice of teenage characters.

7. Use a cinematic slice-of-life narrative style with vivid yet grounded descriptions, natural dialogue, and emotionally believable character interactions. Avoid Western idioms unless naturally fitting.

8. Minor polishing of jokes and transitions is okay if it enhances clarity or pacing.

9. Assume this is part of a serialized online web novel and keep the tone consistent across chapters.

(Add the Chinese chapter here) and send 

Third, my third ingredient is customizing your gpt. Giving it rules isn't enough; you need to guide it to follow a certain style. The way I did it is to grab the chapter it produced and then change it until it reaches the style I want, and then give it back to gpt and tell it I want this style of writing. I keep doing this until it gives me the chapter the way I want. You can also tell it to be more cinematic or more comedic, and take the version you liked and tell it I want this style. But for quick setup, just pick a random chapter I made (preferably the ones you liked) and give it to ChatGPT and tell it I want this style, then translate the chapter and feed it another chapter and tell it again I want this style until it gives you satisfying results.

This the source of the story 

https://www.qbtr.cc/tongren/6370.html

And this is where we at

 https://www.qbtr.cc/tongren/6370/108.html

There is a small problem with site like it says it's chapter 108 but it's actually half of chapter 84 and somewhere there chapter 85 like this

Well, today is the day back to the fruit store run by my father.

Wow, does your father still open a fruit store? Isn't that a fruit that can be eaten to a good time?

It's okay... My interest in fruits is limited to bananas.

"Cough!" Zhou Yong, who was thinking crookedly, was almost choked by his own saliva. When seeing the strange glances cast by Mo Xueyao, he hurriedly turned his head to the other side to conceal his bad thoughts just now.

.......

Chapter 85: The Innocence of Young Men

The orange light of the setting sun slanted on the faces of the two people.

The teenager and the girl walked slowly side by side on the road.

Time seems to have slowed down at this time.

Even the fallen yellow leaves seem to be a little leisurely.

Zhou Yong looked at Mo Xueyao's quiet little face. She seemed not to be so painful any more, but she walked very slowly.

(an easy way to tell chapters apart when copying the Chinese chapter to past in gpt is these dots  ...... like this)

嗯,今天是回我爸开的水果店那里。”

“哇,你爸还开水果店啊?那岂不是水果可以吃个爽了?”

“还好吧……我对水果的兴趣仅限于香蕉。”

“咳咳!”想歪了的周勇差点被自己的口水给呛到,看到莫雪遥投来的奇怪目光时,慌忙将头扭向了另一边,以掩饰自己刚才糟糕的想法。

……

第八十五章 少年的天真

夕阳那橘黄色的光芒,斜斜的洒在二人的脸上。

少年和少女并排在路上慢慢的走着。

时间似乎都在此时放慢了脚步。

就连那落下的黄叶都仿佛悠闲了几分。

周勇看着莫雪遥那恬静的小脸,她看起来好像已经不是那么的疼了,只是走路的速度很慢罢了。

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Now for the ones who wants to pick the novel and continue you can take all what I translated it's all yours.

Your job will be to fix chatgpt hallucination so chat gpt sometime delete interesting stuff or add unnecessary stuff you will have to sometimes double check from the Google translated main source and do small changes here and there if it didn't feel right or making it satisfying to read. 

So that’s all I have to say goodbye and I hope you enjoyed my translation 

> Translate the following Chinese chapter into English with the following requirements:

1. Complete preservation of the original content—do not shorten or cut any part.

2. Translate all names with Pinyin annotations (e.g. 莫雪遥 → Mò Xuěyáo).

3. Preserve the structure and formatting, including chapter titles, breaks (like ====), and author notes (e.g. “作者有话说:…”).

4. Enhance readability and emotional depth slightly where needed—but without changing the plot or tone.

5. Maintain 1990s China cultural context, including realism around money, customs, and school life.

6. Retain emotional tone—be it humor, melancholy, warmth, awkwardness, or sarcasm—and reflect the inner voice of teenage characters.

7. Use a cinematic slice-of-life narrative style with vivid yet grounded descriptions, natural dialogue, and emotionally believable character interactions. Avoid Western idioms unless naturally fitting.

8. Minor polishing of jokes and transitions is okay if it enhances clarity or pacing.

9. Assume this is part of a serialized online web novel and keep the tone consistent across chapters.

第八十五章 少年的天真

夕阳那橘黄色的光芒,斜斜的洒在二人的脸上。

少年和少女并排在路上慢慢的走着。

时间似乎都在此时放慢了脚步。

就连那落下的黄叶都仿佛悠闲了几分。

周勇看着莫雪遥那恬静的小脸,她看起来好像已经不是那么的疼了,只是走路的速度很慢罢了。

但他却乐得如此。

越慢越好。

毕竟这样的时光实在太过珍贵了。

周勇当然是喜欢莫雪遥的。

不说什么内在吧,就光说外表,便足以让人动心。

这很正常,毕竟爱美之心人皆有之。

在发现一个人的内在是怎么样的之前,最先发现的,还是那个人的外表。

长得好看的人也因此更有优势,因为别人会更愿意发现你的内在。

但这种喜欢,只能说是一种爱慕。

就像是看着橱窗里那精致的洋娃娃一样,纵然觉得它很美,很漂亮,很好看,每一次路过时都会忍不住驻足。

但终究会有一种距离感。

哪怕贴得很近,也还是隔着一层冰冷的橱窗。

周勇很有自知之明,他知道自己只是个普通的男生。

无论是长相、还是学识、又或者其他的方面都是如此。

既没有特长,也没有特别大的缺陷。

就是那芸芸众生中的一员。

是整个社会的基石,是最不可或缺的一份子,但同时也是最无足轻重的那一粒微尘。

所以他对莫雪遥的所有情感,也仅仅止步于爱慕而已。

就和喜欢明星一样。

很清楚的明白,自己是没有可能和对方在一起的。

所以哪怕只是这样短暂的同行,也能让他感到幸福了。

或许多年之后,还会想起少年时的他,曾经和那个在整个学校里都耀眼的女生,有着这一段同行的回忆吧。

或许这份回忆的味道很淡,也不甘甜,但却总让人回味无穷。

周勇的思绪有些飘远,在此时的他,心里都快能写完一篇八百字的作文了,而作文的主题,当然是关于莫雪遥的。

“找到了!那里有一个修车摊子!”莫雪遥忽然叫道,语气中带着几分庆幸和惊喜。

周勇回过神来,顺着她的目光望去。

那是在一处不怎么宽敞,而且就连红绿灯都没有的十字路口转角处,有一个看起来黑黝黝的中年人摆了一个小摊。

摊位旁边摆着几辆旧自行车,而摊位上则零零散散的放着一大堆黏着黑色油渍的工具。

原本应该是银色的扳手,都变得黑糊糊的了。

放在一旁的红色脸盆里的水,也十分的混浊。

中年男人叼着一根烟坐在小马扎上抽着,看到周勇推着一辆自行车走过来,就知道生意上门了,于是他用带着一股浓厚乡音的普通话主动询问道:“小伙几,要修超吗?”

“是的,爆胎了,麻烦修一下。”

“哪过胎?后卖的系嘛?”

“对对。”

皮肤黝黑还有些干裂的中年男子没有再废话,将车推到了脸盆旁边架好,然后就将外胎卸了下来,开始检查起内胎的破损之处来。

在这家修车摊的旁边,还有一个推着三轮车的油炸小摊。

或许是因为这里有一个公交车站的缘故,所以生意还算可以,偶尔会有等车等得不耐烦的人来买点油炸的小吃,边吃边等。

“莫雪遥,吃点东西吗?我请你,算赔罪了。”

“不用,我都说了原谅你了。”

“诶诶,那不行啊,再怎么说你都受伤了……”

“……小伤而已。”莫雪遥一脸的无奈,然后叹了口气,“随便你吧。”

“嘿嘿,你喜欢吃什么?”周勇高兴的问道。

莫雪遥斜睨着对方,明明是给别人花钱还这么高兴,真是少见。

仔细想想,其实这也是作为漂亮女生的优势吧。

简直就像是为人生开了作弊器一样。

难怪很多长得漂亮的女孩子很容易就会被逼疯,就是因为人生太过顺利,没有受到过什么挫折,所以心理承受能力才完全不够吧。

路边的小摊前,卖着的都是些便宜的食物。

最贵的也就是一块钱的油炸猪排。

其余的,无论是年糕、藕、土豆、豆腐,又或者里脊、油墩、猪肉串……

统统都是五角钱。

只是分量多少的区别而已。

周勇摸了摸口袋里的零钱,掏出了最大的一张纸钞——五元。

纸钞的整体颜色是棕色的,有一对少数民族男女的半身像。

钱还是崭新的,就像是刚从银行里取出来的一样。

对于学生来说,这算是一笔不小的钱了。

买干脆面的话,足足可以买十包。

以这个年代干脆面的量,十包都够一个普通的高中男生一天的伙食了。

再不济,也够吃两餐了。

拿来买油炸的小吃,虽然买到的东西会少点,但也绝对够吃了。

用作饭前垫肚子的食物,那是相当的不错。

“老板,给我来四串里脊,然后两串花菜,两串土豆,以及……一个炸猪排。”

这五块钱,其实是周勇一个星期的零花钱。

平时每天放学他都花一块,一点点的省着用。

但今天却一口气全用完了,这意味着要是他没有积蓄的话,接下来的四天可是一分零花钱都没有了。

要是平时这么花,别说是请别人了,哪怕是自己吃都肉痛。

可今天他却觉得很值。

请莫雪遥吃东西,很开心。

对于周勇来说,如此便够了。

天真少年的幸福,其实就是那么的朴实无华。

“好嘞。”老板应着,麻利地往油锅里放下了要炸的食物,香味随着油锅‘滋滋’的声响在四周的空气中弥漫。

另一边,修车店的老板也找到了车胎破损的位置,原来是有一根很细的钉子扎了进去。

修补的办法看起来好像也不难。

就是先将钉子拔出来,然后将破损的地方用一个板刷一般的玩意儿蘸水擦洗干净,然后再用抹布擦干,最后把一块像是狗皮膏药似的玩意儿贴上去,就大功告成了。

老板给莫雪遥的后胎打足了气,又仔细的听了听,确定没漏气后才再将气放掉,将内胎塞进了外胎里。

最后的最后,把气充足,车胎就补好了。

“一块五。”老板用油乎乎的手抹了抹额头上的汗水,说道。

“哦哦……”莫雪遥赶忙将书包的拉链拉开,从里面一个装钱的小袋子里拿出了一张二十元的整钞。

这张存了好久的纸币,终于要被花开了。

想想还有些舍不得呢。

“啊,补胎的钱我来付吧!”

“不用,我自己付。”莫雪遥将周勇挡在了身后,“老板,找钱给我吧。”

“呵呵,好的,小姑娘很要强啊。”

“这算什么要强?”莫雪遥很不理解,“我的车胎破了,为什么要别人付钱。”

“咳,毕竟也是因为我……”

“和你没关系,就算你不出现,当时也肯定扎到钉子了啊。”莫雪遥翻了个白眼,显然不想在这种事情上继续纠结下去。

老板又笑了笑,黝黑的脸上爬满了皱纹。

明明是个中年人,笑起来的时候却好像已经步入了老年一般。

二十块钱被找开,变成了一堆零钱。

虽然只是少了一块五而已,但却有一种一下子花了一半的错觉。

“老板,除了猪排之外,其他的都平均分成两份,”这边,油炸的小吃也已经好了,周勇一边付着钱一边说道。

“行。”老板抽出一张餐巾纸在竹签的底部一包,然后递了过来。

“莫雪遥,这份你的。”周勇说着,指了指老板手里的这份,示意她接过来。

“谢谢。”莫雪遥也没有再客气,接过之后,也很自然的在一旁涂起了甜面酱。

因为自己家楼下就是做这种油炸小吃摊生意的,莫雪遥偶尔会被他们请着吃上一两串,所以涂抹甜面酱的动作也不显得生疏。

“我来帮你推车吧,边走边吃好了。”周勇一只手抓着莫雪遥的车把手,另一只手迫不及待的将串子送到了嘴边,然后大大的咬下了一口。

“哈,行。”莫雪遥爽朗的一笑,也咬下一大口来,鼓着腮帮子用力咀嚼了起来。

“噗。”

“笑什么?”

“感觉你吃东西像松鼠。”

“……你吃东西像豚鼠。”莫雪遥反唇相讥道。

但二人之间的距离却因为这样一句互相嘲讽的玩笑话而拉近了许多。

只不过周勇总觉得莫雪遥对待自己,就像是对待哥们一样……

事实上也确实如此。

莫雪遥刚才差点就习惯性的把手搭在周勇的肩膀上了。

但在抬起来的一瞬间,她看到了自己那垂在脸庞的几缕发丝,才猛然反应过来,有些尴尬的把手收了回来,装作没有产生过想要和周勇勾肩搭背的想法一样。

虽然后者其实已经有所察觉了。

当莫雪遥吃完手里的食物时,就已经快要抵达水果店了。

她也在此时向周勇道别:“好了,我吃完了,走了。”

“啊,好……”

“拜拜,明天见。”莫雪遥轻轻一踮脚,跨上了自行车,长发被风吹得微微扬起,看得周勇一时间呆了。

直到她彻底消失在他的视线中,也没能立马回过神来。

“喂!干嘛呢,站在路中间!洛鹅(注①)啊?”一个凶神恶煞的男人怒喝道。

“啊啊,不好意思!”周勇赶忙站到了一旁的人行道上,捧着手里的数码相机,开始期待了起来,“回家回家……去照相馆!"

Chapter 85 – A Boy’s Naivety

The orange glow of the setting sun slanted gently across their faces.

A boy and a girl walked slowly side by side along the street.

Time itself seemed to slow down in this quiet moment.

Even the falling yellow leaves appeared to drift more leisurely than usual.

Zhōu Yǒng (周勇) glanced at Mò Xuěyáo (莫雪遥)’s calm little face. She didn’t seem to be in as much pain anymore—just walking at a slower pace.

But he didn’t mind.

In fact, the slower, the better.

Moments like this were far too rare to rush.

Of course, Zhōu Yǒng liked Mò Xuěyáo.

Not even going into personality—just her appearance alone was enough to stir anyone’s heart.

It was perfectly normal. After all, everyone appreciates beauty.

Before discovering someone’s inner qualities, it’s always their appearance that catches your eye first.

Good looks are a natural advantage—people are more inclined to want to learn what’s behind them.

But this kind of affection, for him, was more admiration than love.

Like staring at a beautiful porcelain doll in a shop window—no matter how lovely it looked, or how many times you stopped to gaze, there was always a sense of distance.

Even if your nose was pressed to the glass, it was still there, cold and separating.

Zhōu Yǒng wasn’t delusional. He knew exactly what he was.

An ordinary boy.

In looks, in studies, in life—he was neither gifted nor flawed.

Just one of the countless ordinary people.

A single, invisible speck in the vast foundation of society—essential, but insignificant.

So his feelings for Mò Xuěyáo could only remain as distant admiration.

Like having a celebrity crush.

Deep down, he understood it was impossible to be with someone like her.

Which was why even this fleeting walk together made him happy.

Maybe years later, he’d look back and remember that once, in his youth, he’d walked alongside the brightest girl in school.

The memory might be faint, not particularly sweet, but endlessly nostalgic.

His thoughts drifted farther and farther. At this rate, he could’ve written an 800-character essay—naturally, all about Mò Xuěyáo.

“I found it! There’s a bike repair stall over there!” Mò Xuěyáo suddenly exclaimed, her voice filled with relief and excitement.

Snapping out of his daydream, Zhōu Yǒng followed her gaze.

At the corner of a small, unmarked intersection stood a makeshift bike repair stand run by a dark-skinned, middle-aged man.

Several old bikes were parked beside the stall. Scattered across the table were greasy, blackened tools that must’ve once been silver.

A red plastic basin sat nearby, its water murky and grimy.

The man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, sat on a tiny stool. When he saw Zhōu Yǒng wheeling a bike over, he perked up and greeted them in heavily accented Mandarin: “Hey kid, you need a tire patched?”

“Yes, flat tire. Please help us fix it.”

“Which one? Back tire, yeah?”

“Yeah, the back.”

Without another word, the man rolled the bike over to the basin, propped it up, and removed the outer tire to inspect the inner tube for damage.

Right next to the repair stall was a food cart selling deep-fried snacks.

Probably because of a nearby bus stop, business was decent. People waiting for buses often grabbed something to eat while they waited.

“Hey, Mò Xuěyáo, want something to eat? My treat—as an apology.”

“No need, I told you I already forgave you.”

“Aw, come on. You still got hurt…”

“It’s just a scratch,” she sighed helplessly. “Whatever. Do what you want.”

“Hehe, what do you like to eat?” Zhōu Yǒng beamed.

Mò Xuěyáo gave him a sideways glance. Honestly, it was rare to see someone so cheerful about spending money on someone else.

Then again, that was one of the perks of being pretty, wasn’t it?

It really did feel like life handed you cheat codes.

No wonder some girls went crazy—life came too easy, no real setbacks to toughen the mind.

At the street stall, everything was cheap.

The most expensive thing was a one-yuan fried pork cutlet.

Everything else—rice cakes, lotus root, potatoes, tofu, pork strips, fritters, meat skewers—was just 50 cents each.

The only difference was in portion size.

Zhōu Yǒng dug into his pocket and pulled out his biggest note—five yuan.

It was brown, with a portrait of a minority couple on it.

The bill was crisp and clean, like it had just come out of the bank.

To a student, that was a decent chunk of change.

Enough to buy ten packs of instant noodles—enough for a high school boy to live on for a day. Maybe even two.

Using it on street food might not yield as much quantity, but it was still plenty to fill the stomach.

“Boss, I’ll take four pork skewers, two cauliflower, two potatoes, and… one pork cutlet.”

That five-yuan note was his entire weekly allowance.

Normally, he spent one yuan per day—stretching it out carefully.

But today, he blew it all in one go.

Unless he had savings, this meant he’d be broke for the next four days.

On a normal day, he wouldn’t spend like this—not even on himself.

But today, it felt worth it.

Buying snacks for Mò Xuěyáo made him feel genuinely happy.

That was enough for him.

A simple, honest kind of joy—pure, unembellished teenage happiness.

“Coming right up.” The vendor replied, expertly dropping the items into sizzling oil. As the pot crackled, a savory aroma filled the air.

Meanwhile, the bike repairman had found the culprit: a thin nail embedded in the tube.

Fixing it wasn’t complicated.

He pulled the nail out, cleaned the puncture with a wet brush, wiped it dry, then patched it with something like a rubber bandage.

He pumped air into the back tire, listened carefully, then deflated it again, stuffed the tube back inside, and filled it with air once more.

All done.

“One-fifty,” the man said, wiping sweat from his forehead with greasy hands.

“Oh—” Mò Xuěyáo quickly unzipped her backpack and took out a small pouch, pulling out a crisp twenty-yuan note.

She’d saved that bill for a while and felt reluctant to part with it.

“I’ll pay for it!” Zhōu Yǒng blurted out.

“No need, I’ll pay,” she said, stepping in front of him. “Boss, please give me change.”

“Haha, strong-minded girl, huh?” the man chuckled.

“What’s so strong-minded about it?” Mò Xuěyáo frowned. “It’s my bike, I should pay.”

“Cough… but it was kinda my fault—”

“No, it wasn’t. Even if you hadn’t been there, the tire would’ve hit the nail anyway,” she retorted with an eye-roll, clearly not wanting to keep arguing.

The man laughed again, his weathered face creasing with deep lines.

He was only middle-aged, but when he smiled, he looked much older.

The twenty-yuan note turned into a pile of small change.

Even though it was just one-fifty, it felt like half her money had evaporated.

“Boss, split everything except the pork cutlet into two portions,” Zhōu Yǒng said while paying for the snacks.

“Got it.” The vendor wrapped the skewers in napkins and handed one portion over.

“Mò Xuěyáo, this one’s yours,” Zhōu Yǒng said, pointing to it.

“Thanks,” she replied casually, taking it and immediately spreading sweet sauce over her skewers.

Since her family ran a similar stall downstairs, she’d often been treated to snacks as a kid—so her movements were smooth and practiced.

“I’ll help push the bike. We can eat as we walk,” Zhōu Yǒng offered, grabbing the handlebars with one hand and eagerly biting into a skewer with the other.

“Sure,” Mò Xuěyáo said with a bright smile, taking a big bite herself, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

“Pfft.”

“What’re you laughing at?”

“You look like a squirrel when you eat.”

“…And you look like a guinea pig,” Mò Xuěyáo shot back without missing a beat.

But that one silly exchange somehow drew them closer.

Though Zhōu Yǒng couldn’t shake the feeling that, to her, he was just a buddy.

Which… wasn’t entirely wrong.

Just a moment ago, she’d almost thrown her arm around his shoulder out of habit.

But as she raised her arm, the strands of hair falling by her cheek reminded her she wasn’t one of the guys.

She quickly lowered her hand, pretending she never had the impulse.

Not that it slipped past Zhōu Yǒng.

By the time Mò Xuěyáo finished her food, they’d nearly reached the fruit shop.

She turned to him and said, “Alright, I’m done eating. I’m heading off.”

“Ah… okay.”

“Bye-bye, see you tomorrow.” She hopped onto her bike with a quick push, her long hair fluttering in the breeze, leaving Zhōu Yǒng dazed.

Even after she vanished from view, he stood there, frozen.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of the road? You wanna get hit?” a burly man shouted angrily.

“S-sorry!” Zhōu Yǒng scrambled onto the sidewalk, clutching his digital camera with excitement.

“Home, home… I need to get to the photo studio!”

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