5 Chapter 5

Chapter 5 "You guys?" Miguel was waiting for Kyle, Akimi, and Sierra when they walked through the school's front doors. "You have got to see what I found!" He led them down the hall to the library. Miguel Fernandez was super enthusiastic about everything, especially libraries. That's why he'd been president of the Library Aide Society for three years straight. "What is it?" asked Kyle as they entered the media center. "A new Dewey decimal number or

第五章“你们?”当凯尔、阿基米和西拉走进学校的大门时，米格尔正在等他们。 “你一定要看看我发现了什么!”他领着他们穿过大厅来到图书馆。 米格尔·费尔南德斯对一切都非常热情，尤其是图书馆。 这就是他连续三年担任图书馆助理协会主席的原因。 “这是什么?”他们走进媒体中心时，凯尔问。 一个新的杜威十进制数或

something?" "No. A whole bunch of book lovers all across America who don't like us." "What?" said Akimi. "What's not to like? We're very likable people." "They're wondering how come they didn't get to play Mr. Lemoncello's library game." "Um, because they don't live here in Alexandriaville?" said Akimi. "Only seventh graders at this school were eligible to enter the essay contest to win a spot at the library lock-in," added Sierra. For the first twelve years of the Alexandriaville seventh graders' lives, school media centers were the only libraries they had ever known. The old public library, the one Mr. Lemoncello had loved when he was a boy growing up in the small Ohio town, had been bulldozed to make way for a multilevel concrete parking structure. "They just wish they could be us," said Kyle. "You can't really blame 'em."

什么东西吗?”“没有。全美国都有一群不喜欢我们的书迷。” “什么?”明美说。“有什么不喜欢的呢?” 我们是非常讨人喜欢的人。” “他们在想，为什么他们没能玩莱蒙切罗先生的图书馆游戏。” “嗯，因为他们不住在亚历山大维尔?”阿基米说。 塞拉补充说:“这所学校只有七年级的学生才有资格参加征文比赛，以赢得进入图书馆的机会。” 在亚历山德里维尔七年级学生生活的头12年里，学校媒体中心是他们所知道的唯一的图书馆。 莱蒙切罗小时候在俄亥俄州的一个小镇上长大，他很喜欢那个旧的公共图书馆。为了给一座多层混凝土停车场让路，这座图书馆被推土机推平了。 “他们只是希望能像我们一样，”凯尔说。 “你真的不能怪他们。”

"It's worse," said Miguel. "They think they could've beaten us." Miguel waved for his friends to follow him to the rows of computer terminals. "I was Googling us again this morning, and all these blogs and posts started popping up. None of them are very nice." "Greetings, heroes!" called Mrs. Yunghans, the middle school librarian, who absolutely loved having the most famous library card holders in America checking out books in her library. "Don't believe all those nasty things people are writing about you kids on the Web. They're just jealous." Kyle and his teammates huddled around a monitor while Miguel clacked the keyboard. "Check it out." They scrolled through the top search results for "Escape from Mr. Lemoncello's Library." "It took them a whole day to find their way out of the library?" wrote one blogger. "I could've done it in half a day," commented another.

“更糟了，”米格尔说。 “他们认为他们本可以打败我们。” 米格尔挥手让他的朋友们跟着他走到一排排的电脑终端前。 “今天早上我又在谷歌上搜索我们，所有这些博客和帖子都开始出现。 他们都不太好。” “英雄们，你们好!”中学图书管理员杨汉斯夫人喊道，她非常喜欢美国最有名的图书卡持有者在她的图书馆借书。 “不要相信人们在网上写的那些关于你们的坏话。 他们只是嫉妒。”当米格尔敲击键盘时，凯尔和他的队友挤在显示器周围。 “看看吧。”他们浏览了“逃出莱蒙切罗先生的图书馆”的搜索结果。 一位博主写道:“他们花了一整天才找到走出图书馆的路?” 另一位网友评论道:“我半天就能搞定。”

"I demand a rematch," said more. "This isn't fair, Mr. Lemoncello." "We demand a chance!" "Put us in that library. We could beat Team Kyle with one 612.97 tied behind our back." "That's the closest Dewey decimal number for hand," explained Miguel. "Actually, it refers to regional physiology of the upper extremities." "Wow," said Kyle. "What a bunch of library nerds." Miguel cleared his throat, prompting Kyle to quickly add, "Not that there's anything wrong with that." "Ouch," said Akimi. "Listen to this one." She clicked open a post with even the subject line screaming in all caps. " 'KEELEY'S TEAM ONLY WON BECAUSE THEY CHEATED!' " she read aloud. " 'MR. LEMONCELLO IS BLATANTLY LYING TO THE WORLD ABOUT WHAT REALLY HAPPENED ON THAT DREADFUL, GHASTLY, AND ABOMINABLE DAY LAST

“我要求重赛，”莫尔说。 “这不公平，莱蒙切罗先生。” “我们要求一个机会!”“把我们放在图书馆里。 我们可以以一个612.97的比分击败凯尔队。” “这是最接近手的杜威十进制数，”米格尔解释说。 “实际上，它指的是上肢的局部生理学。” “哇，”凯尔说。“真是一群图书馆书呆子。” 米格尔清了清嗓子，凯尔赶紧补充道:“这没什么不对。” “哎哟，”明美说。“听听这个。” 她点开了一篇文章，连标题都是大写的。 “基利队之所以赢，是因为他们作弊!”’”她大声念着。 "莱蒙塞罗先生公然向世界隐瞒了昨天那可怕、可怕、可憎的一天的真相

SUMMER. HE SHOULD BE TARRED AND FEATHERED AND RUN OUT OF TOWN ON A RAIL.' " "That's horrible," said Sierra. "Of course it is," said Akimi. "Look who wrote it." She pointed to the semi-anonymous signature: "C.C." Charles Chiltington.

夏天。他应该被涂上柏油，涂上羽毛，然后坐火车离开镇子。“太可怕了，”西拉说。 “当然是，”明美说。 “看看是谁写的。”她指着那个半匿名的签名:“C.C.”。 查尔斯Chiltington。