God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 117 - 37. One act of bravery leads to

Late at night, in Yan Huan’s rental in the South District.

The desk lamp in front of the study desk is bright, its soft light illuminating the text on scattered papers across the table.

Lying on his bed like this, Yan Huan’s face is pale, his brain emptied, mouth slightly open—even various symbols and texts seem to float before his eyes.

Then, as if he’s figured out the answer to so puzzling math problem, he suddenly covers his head with his hands, his black bangs spilling through his fingers.

His bloodshot eyes shine with excitent, revealing the spark of intelligence,

"I... seem to have figured it out, just need to take the integral..."

His gaze drifts to the corner of his field of vision, where so ethereal text seems to be counting down,

[Learning Conqueror, level 10, remaining ti 1 minute 28 seconds]

Instinctively, Yan Huan wants to sit up, return to the desk, and continue focusing on his studies in order to maintain the Learning Conqueror levels.

But the next second, a black cat jumps in front of him, lifting its head to remind him,

"Yan Huan, you should rest."

Yan Huan is slightly stunned, looking at Miao in front of him.

The other’s words seem to awaken the pain in his body, and he montarily snaps out of his focus.

Realizing that his whole body is sore and his head is starting to feel heavy and foggy.

Kidney deficiency, always after overexertion...

"Hiss..."

Yan Huan inhales a breath of cold air, uncomfortably rubbing his shoulders, and asks Miao,

"What ti is it now?"

"It’s almost two in the morning, ow..."

Miao runs to his side, casually sweeping her tail over his phone, which he hadn’t touched for a while.

The phone screen lights up, displaying the ti 1:48, along with several plane ssages.

"You’ve been studying since five o’clock last evening, nearly eight hours straight. You still have school tomorrow; if you keep this up, your body won’t be able to take it..."

Hearing this, Yan Huan raises his eyebrows, reaches out to rub Miao’s head, and smiles helplessly,

"The main thing is I didn’t expect this bonus to be so outrageous. That feeling of gradually understanding knowledge step by step is truly exaggerated..."

It’s not that studying itself is too dry; after all, "curiosity" is one of the important traits of being human.

The key is that many tis there is no clear positive feedback from studying.

Especially in extrely difficult subjects like mathematics.

Most people often can’t understand what it’s trying to tell you, its use, and feel like they have gained nothing even after spending hours, a day, or several days.

Thus, the concept of studying has beco synonymous with "tediousness".

When reflected in quantitative assessnts, no matter what you do, the problems you can’t solve remain just that.

But if every half hour of studying you could receive extrely clear positive feedback, then studying in essence would be no different from other fascinating things.

Using the Learning Conqueror ability, Yan Huan is sowhat like this.

The more focused he is, the faster the progress, the more concepts he understands.

And the surge of intelligence after reaching full levels would let him quickly understand previous unresolved doubts.

Back and forth, it’s simply addictive...

And then there are the "levels" to consider.

Wondering if he has a slight case of OCD, each ti Yan Huan considers taking a rest, seeing those Learning Conqueror levels about to drop makes him unable to help but maintain his focus.

But, he must stop now...

Yan Huan yawns, watching as the remaining ti of the Learning Conqueror trickles away to nothing.

At the mont it ends, his normally sharp brain seems to suddenly weigh a lot more.

Although Yan Huan’s intelligence is naturally high, having experienced a significant increase in intelligence, he still could appreciate the true aning of that saying,

"Even among geniuses, there are levels apart!"

Yan Huan drags his heavy body to the computer, tidies up the notes and drafts he’s written, and also closes the e-textbook he’s read most of.

Then, he shuts the computer, getting ready to wash up and rest.

"By the way, Miao, how about I open a can of food for you?"

"ow?"

Yan Huan squats down, opens a cat food can, and sees Miao’s resistant face.

It glances at the can on the floor and then at Yan Huan’s expectant look beside it.

Then it stretches out its paw to scrape Yan Huan, seemingly trying to awaken his rationality,

"Eat up, a little cat needs to eat these to grow big and fat."

"ow..."

Miao blinks, then reluctantly approaches the can and tentatively licks it with its tongue.

Huh?

Perhaps the taste is not entirely unacceptable?

"Slurp, slurp..."

So, Miao’s licking of the can grows faster, prompting Yan Huan to smile and rub its head.

Then he checks his phone, which he hasn’t looked at while in focused mode all evening, preparing to check his ssages.

Hmm...

In the student council managent group chat, Yuanlina ntioned she’s also planning to go to that Lin Gate gaming exhibition this weekend.

Then, hearing this, Sakuragi expresses interest in going to have a look.

Well, that’s good, looks like a student council team-building weekend is set.

With no ti to send ssages and disturb others’ rest in the group chat, Yan Huan exits the chat window, only to find a red dot appears in the "Contacts" below.

Soone added ?

Yan Huan blinks, opens "My Friends," and sees a new friend request that had co in around ten o’clock the previous night.

"Xin Yi"

"Request to add you as a friend"

"Source: Plane ID search"

Yan Huan looks at the other person’s profile, which has a musical note as an avatar, while walking to the bathroom. He ponders this as he begins to wash up.