The rookie at Super Seminary wants to retire every day

In the morning, Zhi Xin, who had received a new task, had been squatting obediently beside Chen Heng's bed, waiting for the man who was rolling on the bed like a big cocoon to get up.

But seeing that the appointed time had passed, Chen Yan was still too lazy to get up.

Zhixin was helpless. Was it going to be so difficult for her on the first day? What was there to write in this observation diary? Was it going to write about Chen Yan staying in bed until noon?

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far away. Ruoning walked to the bedside of Chen Heng and walked around Chen Heng with a fragrant breakfast.

The 'big cocoon pupa' moved in the direction of the fragrance, but still showed no intention of waking up.

Seeing this, Ruoning no longer hesitated and reached his hand into the quilt. Two seconds later, the "big cocoon pupa" quickly emerged half a meter.

Chen Yan poked his head out and looked at Ruoning in confusion: "What were you doing just now? Your little paws are cold."

Ruoning smiled and said, "Cold? That might be because I'm making the first meal of the day for the dear prophet. Can you please do me a favor?"

Ruoning: Still lying down, not eating breakfast, then cramming in dinner and midnight snacks, finally feeling sick from stomach pain, who is as naughty as Chen Heng?
Noticing that Ruoning was in a bad mood, Shen Yan looked at the clock not far away awkwardly: "What time is it?"

"It's almost eleven o'clock."

"what?"

Shen Yan quickly got up and stretched, and explained casually: "I slept late yesterday."

Ruoning nodded and said nothing, complaining in her heart: Didn't you go to bed at 10:30 yesterday? You were unconscious at 11:00 at most. How could you go to bed late?
Chen Yan turned his head and saw Zhi Xin writing furiously at the side: "Good morning, have you already started recording?"

"Yes."

Chen Yan smiled: "Very serious."

"My Lord Prophet, do you get up at this time every day?"

"No, today is special."

Ruoning's eyes trembled and she fell silent again.

Zhixin had no doubts and recorded it down obediently.

Shen Yan walked to the dining table and sat down, eating a steamed bun and asked casually: "How much do you plan to remember this day?"

"Your Excellency the Prophet, I have prepared at least 4,000 words."

"Everyday?"

"Yes."

Ruo Ning had a stern face and almost laughed when he heard this. Four thousand words a day? You must be kidding. You don't have to write more. If you can stick to writing one thousand words a day in a month, you can be blessed.

Chen Heng's lifestyle is not very healthy, but there are really no ups and downs. He will definitely be able to figure it out in a month at most.

They, the Prophet Guards, pick one day to write as a group. Basically, everyone only records four days a week in batches. They use the remaining three days to copy the other four days' work and their comrades' work, and try to squeeze out a week's work log.

During that period of time, everyone was looking forward to Chen Heng doing something. No matter what it was, as long as he moved, even if it was just playing a game, no one minded using vivid words to describe Chen Heng's gaming experience.

Chen Yan was inevitably a little surprised when he heard about it, but after understanding the whole story, he could only laugh it off.

That little girl Yan can really set a trap for your best friend. Four thousand words, she's really bold.

Thinking of Yan, Chen Yan suddenly said: "Come to think of it, why didn't I see your sister Yan?"

"Sister Yan has gone to monitor the training situation at the Xiongbing Company. She said she is supervising on your behalf."

"That's thoughtful. Before, Jilan came to teach Yan. Is there anything you don't understand?"

"Sister Yan said there's nothing worth knowing, it's just a tad bit." Zhi Xin replied in a serious tone.

This aroused Chen Yan's interest. It seemed that after listening to Jilan's explanation, Yan became even less optimistic. Was there any reason that he didn't know?

As soon as he thought about it, the living ring gave the answer, but for the sake of Zhixin's four thousand words, Chen Yan still made a remote video call to Jilan.

"Kieran, what are you busy with?"

Jilan had just closed his eyes and was about to take a nap, but upon hearing this he had to slowly open his eyes: "No, I was just about to go to bed." Jilan's implication was: Tamaki, can you please have some good sense? I'm going to rest, you can do whatever you want.

"you are tired?"

"Ah."

"Then don't be sleepy yet, I have something to ask you."

Jilan: Haha, I knew that the things in Chen Heng’s eyes were just decorations.

"What is it that you don't know?"

"I am bored."

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Jilan quietly got up and made himself a cup of chrysanthemum tea. After taking a sip, he sat in a chair and waited for Chen Heng's next words.

"What did you say to Yan the other day? You weren't talking nonsense, were you?"

"Galaxy Force is one of my hard work. I can't possibly belittle it."

"I don't care if you brag, I just want to know why Yan is unhappy?"

Jilan:? You're not happy with the free lessons? Why is this female angel so hard to please?

Although he was speechless, Jilan still had to think carefully about Chen Heng's question. To be honest, he didn't think that the female angel was unhappy that day. Obviously, the conversation was quite pleasant.

After Chen Heng took Zhi Xin away that day, Jilan gave Angel Yan one-on-one lessons, explaining in detail the excellence of the power of the galaxy.

But every time he mentioned an advantage, Angel Yan would immediately ask back: "How does it compare to the prophet Chen Yan?"

"Miss Angel, Galaxy Power and Angel Prophet are not gods of the same category. Galaxy Power's advantage lies in its anti-void ability, while Angel Prophet's advantage lies in his unique ability to predict the future."

"What's the difference? The prophet's ability to predict is independent of the current known technological system and can be considered a kind of void ability. Since you just said that the power of the galaxy was created to deal with the void ability, what's wrong with me comparing the two together?"

Jilan choked and said coldly: "Little girl, you are an angel. Do you need me to describe how capable your prophet is?"

Yan frowned: "It is precisely because I know the ability of the prophet that I am asking. Is the power of the galaxy much worse than that of the prophet?"

Jilan was speechless: If he wasn't so much worse, he wouldn't have to work like a slave under Chen Heng. There is no other god as unreasonable as Chen Heng in the known universe.

Kiran's silence made Yan a little confused, but after their eyes met, facing those helpless eyes, Yan understood.

Yan suddenly lost interest in the subsequent courses. Even Jilan had no confidence in the power of the galaxy, so was there any need for others to continue?

"Do you think the Prophet has a weakness?"

Jilan frowned, not understanding why: "Isn't Chen Yan's weakness obvious enough?"

Holy Kesha's attitude towards Chen Heng, the laws of the Melo Heaven, the special guard corps... Which one is not enough to illustrate Chen Heng's shortcomings?
Yan shook his head: "What I mean is: is it possible for a being to be more advanced than him in terms of genes?"

Jilan nodded and shook his head: "Theoretically, it's possible. No one is invincible, but Chen Yan's upper limit is unknown, and he is growing very fast."

Having said that, Yan had nothing else to ask, as she had already gotten the answer she wanted.

Kiran didn't see that the power of the galaxy had the potential to devour Chen Yan.

This result made Yan feel complicated.

The Prophet predicted that Galaxy Force would be her future male god. Logically, she should want Galaxy Force to be stronger than anyone else.

But the truth is ironic, after learning that Chen Yan was still unshakable, her first reaction was to be thankful.

Is this because she has faith in the prophet? Or is it because she admires the prophet so much that she hopes he will always be at the top?
Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent, letting the complex emotions surge in his chest.

Maybe she... needs to abstain from sex again. (End of this chapter)