The rookie at Super Seminary wants to retire every day

Chen Heng hurried back to Melo Heavenly Palace honestly, and could feel his wife He Xi's emotional fluctuations from a distance.

Sometimes anxious, sometimes determined, sometimes nervous, sometimes excited, it's like a mixture of emotions.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm here."

The moment He Xi saw Chen Heng, her eyes suddenly lit up. Just as she was about to start a gentle greeting, her rationality returned to the high ground first, and she ordered her love-brain to be temporarily confined to the bottom of the mountain.

Trying to keep a straight face, He Xi looked at Chen Yan seriously: "Chen Yan, it seems that we have never talked about the angels' choice of mates. The fertility rate of angel civilization is not high, especially in the past ten thousand years, most of the new generation of angels in Melo are warriors who have undergone gene transplantation. Do you have any better solution?"

"Is this a problem? Giving birth is never an easy thing. Life is noble and priceless. Producing offspring just to increase the fertility rate and provide labor is not only contrary to Kesha's concept of justice, but also makes me feel very boring."

Kesha refuses to treat life as a tradable commodity. Angels should respect life. How can it not be considered a blasphemy to bring a life into the world for one's own selfish reasons?

What's more, the fate of angels is not as bright and beautiful as it seems. Everyone in the Melo Heaven is a soldier, and the king's children are even more so.

Even though Shen Yan knew that becoming a warrior and serving justice was a compulsory course for all Melo Angels, he still hoped that his children would have the power to choose.

Recalling his past powerlessness, Shen Yan looked serious and continued:

"With the technology of the angel civilization, labor is not a problem at all. Both daily and basic war needs can be met by making high-quality androids. High-level war androids may not be of much help, but their offspring may not be much better either. What reason do we have to urge them to get married?"

He Xi relaxed after hearing this and nodded: "Well, although Kaisha has a perfect matching mechanism, I still can't trust it. Emotions are the last thing that should be measured casually."

Can cold numerical matching really be equivalent to love?

He Xi's love is something she found on her own. She disdains the long wasted years and doesn't care about being single for a long time. If the lover is not chosen by herself, there is no value in sinking into him.

After reaching a consensus, the barely maintained tense atmosphere was completely broken, and the two lovers smiled at each other.

He Xi poured fruit tea for Chen Yan and briefly explained the situation: "Zhi Xin was scared and thought you were going to arrange a marriage."

"I'm not that free, I just predicted that Zhixin would like it."

He Xi thought for a moment and said, "Is it that plot again?"

"Correct."

"Can I know who I like?"

Chen Yan called up the video: "This kid, his name is Zhao Xin."

He Xi looked at the graphic, and her eyes subconsciously moved to Chen Heng's face at a glance. When she noticed this, she immediately adjusted her attitude.

Shen Yan noticed that his lover was acting strange and asked, "What's wrong? It seems like you have something to hide."

"It's okay, but the feeling this child gives me is a little beyond imagination."

Looking at He Xi's expression, Shen Yan thought for a moment: "Is it a sarcastic remark?"

"How should I put it? I just suddenly felt that I understood why Zhixin was afraid."

He Xi still did not frankly tell Chen Heng about her pessimism, and it was hard to tell why she felt so awkward.

Perhaps she still hopes to have a beautiful filter in front of her lover, or perhaps she is bound by family etiquette, which prevents her from making malicious comments for no reason.

This warrior named Zhao Xin doesn't have any particularly obvious flaws, at least not in the mainstream mate selection of angels, but it is definitely not enough for Zhixin.

After all, Zhixin wanted to marry the bravest warrior from the beginning. This "bravest" is a description. Her male god may not be the most powerful warrior, but he must have the courage to not lose to anyone else.

However, there was only one official battle, and the 'Mello Mascot' stole the limelight. Such a record would not be enough to make Zhi Xin excited even if the opponent had many advantages, not to mention that this person did not have any particularly obvious advantages.

"He Xi, do you think that if I hadn't participated in the Tianhe Battle, Zhi Xin would have fallen in love with Zhao Xin?"

"I think the probability is low, unless Kesha or I force her to get married."

"Will Zhixin listen?"

"It's not certain, but Zhixin will definitely not be as resistant as she is now."

This is also the reason why He Xi decided that he must talk to Chen Heng. If Chen Heng really had a reason to do so, then He Xi would naturally not just stand aside and watch the show.

Chen Yan also realized what He Xi meant and sighed helplessly: "I asked Zhi Xin just to know whether she followed the predicted plot. I have no other intention."

He Xi also understood that it was a misunderstanding, but she felt that Zhi Xin was not to blame.

Zhi Xin was not Ruoning and the others, so she could not tell whether Chen Heng was testing or hinting, or simply expressing his feelings. With Chen Heng's status, any word he said could be regarded as an order in her ears.

He suddenly started asking if she was interested. How could Zhi Xin not be scared?

He Xi moved closer to Chen Yan, took the initiative to get into his arms, and listened to his heartbeat: "Dear, spend more time with Zhi Xin. She is so alert because she is too unfamiliar with you."

"Yeah, I understand."

After Chen Yan returned to the Super Seminary, he seriously hooked his finger at Zhi Xin who was chatting with Yan: "Little Zhi Xin, come here."

Zhi Xin looked at Chen Yan's face, and seeing that he looked calm, he quickly walked over.

Chen Yan handed Zhi Xin a thick notebook.

"This is?"

"I'll give you a new task. From today on, observe me carefully and record the data. Your teacher will collect it and check it every week."

Observation diary?

These four words immediately popped up in Zhixin's mind. She was a little uncertain: "Is there a word count requirement?"

"No, but you'd better not write too little. After all, you have to hand it in, so you have to show some appreciation."

"Ok."

Zhixin had no way to reject Chen Heng's idea, but after taking the book back to Yan, he couldn't help but complain.

"Sister Yan, what do you think the prophet wants to do?"

Yan, who understood Wu Long's situation, said: "Don't worry too much. The prophet may just want you to be less nervous."

“Oh, then how many words should I write?”

"Write more, at least 4,000."

Zhixin was incredulous: "The Prophet's daily life is very regular."

The implication is: Where can I get 4,000 words? Copy the recipe?

Yan smiled slightly: "Be more open-minded, you are not the first angel to write an observation diary."

"I'm not familiar with Angel Ruoning and other seniors."

Yan raised his eyebrows: "Your sister Leng is familiar."

Zhi Xin was stunned, then smiled happily: "I understand, thank you Sister Yan."

Leng, who was far away in Melo Heaven, shivered suddenly, and she looked up at the sky in confusion.

Leng: It’s strange. The weather hasn’t changed yet, so why does it feel so chilly?