Chapter 117: The Power Beyond Gods (Request Monthly Votes)

The book "Android Application Development Revealed" is 515 pages long, not including illustrations or source code files, and contains 220,000 words in total.

Chen Yansen needed only a few seconds per page; though he couldn’t memorize everything instantly, his mind operated like a multi-tasking processor, absorbing information while simultaneously comprehending it.

He could effortlessly recount over 90% of every page’s content, including charts and annotations.

As he reached the latter half of the book, his speed in receiving and understanding information increased further.

He finished this several-hundred-page book in just over forty minutes.

But a new problem arose.

The book covered a broad range of knowledge, and Chen Yansen, with zero background and no practical experience, had merely forced the information into his mind using his powerful memory and comprehension.

To fully build a logical framework and knowledge system, he needed other books to fill the gaps.

Chen Yansen stood up, returned the book to its place, then took two more back to his seat.

One was "Android Code: First Line," which contained abundant example code to help him learn systematically from foundational knowledge and common techniques.

The other was "Android Development Exploration," an advanced book focusing on high-level technical principles such as activity launch modes, view rendering pipelines, and memory management.

Chen Yansen flipped through the pages at an astonishing speed; to outsiders, it looked like he was showing off.

Su Meiling also looked puzzled; she knew Chen Yansen’s nature—none of the students at nearby tables were worth his effort to impress, and as for herself, she had long realized he had no interest in her.

“Flipping through them this fast—can you really remember all of it?” Su Meiling wondered.

In fact, on Friday morning, the library was nearly empty, and only Su Meiling had noticed Chen Yansen’s strange behavior.

“Hey, Class Monitor Chen, what kind of material are you looking for?”

After pondering for a moment, Su Meiling figured Chen Yansen might be searching for specific information in the books, which explained his rapid flipping, so she walked over to greet him.

“Oh, Secretary Su? No class this morning?” Chen Yansen snapped out of his focus and gave a distracted reply.

“We’re in the same class—don’t you know whether we have class this morning?”

Su Meiling sat down, rolled her eyes, and muttered under her breath.

“I haven’t even looked at the class schedule—how would I know?” Chen Yansen put down the book and replied confidently.

Su Meiling was gentle and delicate-looking, wearing a pleated tassel skirt today that revealed a sliver of her fair ankle; her tear-shaped mole near the corner of her eye added to her distinct charm.

No wonder Tang Zhenzhe couldn’t stop thinking about her!

A girl like this, cultured and poised, would bring prosperity to three generations if married.

Unfortunately, Chen Yansen had no interest in girls like her, so he naturally avoided any extra contact.

“You dare to say that?” Su Meiling pouted, barely holding back a laugh.

A student skipping class as wildly as Chen Yansen was probably the first in the history of the Virtual Academy.

“If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to reading.” Chen Yansen waved his hand and smiled.

The implication: please leave.

Su Meiling froze, startled. Normally, boys fawned over her, chased her, flattered her—Chen Yansen’s rejection left her speechless, rooted to the spot.

Chen Yansen, after speaking, lowered his head and continued flipping pages.

Seeing that Chen Yansen had no intention of responding further, Su Meiling left the library in a huff; she feared if she stayed any longer, staring at his face, she might actually die of anger.

At that moment, Tang Zhenzhe sent her a message, inviting her to watch the new film "Single Man Single Woman." Still furious, Su Meiling bluntly replied: “Class Monitor, I really don’t like guys like you.”

On the other side, Tang Zhenzhe let out a loud “Aaah!” and dove back under his covers, sobbing loudly.

Luckily, Room 8302 was empty except for him, so he didn’t have to care about face.

Chen Yansen finished three books in one go at the library, then took six more from the shelves, registered them with the librarian, and headed toward the Entrepreneurship Park.

This efficient learning method fascinated him—it felt like a game, with fast feedback and big rewards.

On the second floor, Chen Yansen set down his books and noticed Wang Zihao wasn’t at his desk, so he went alone to the cafeteria.

The moment he left, Song Yuncheng returned and was astonished to see the table across from her piled high with books for the first time.

After all, she had never seen Chen Yansen studying before.

Curious, she walked over and flipped through them: one was a CET-4/6 English vocabulary book; the rest were all professional texts on computing and system development.

“Yuncheng, want to have lunch together?” Xu Xingxing approached with a smile, accompanied by the editorial team’s Du Yaoyao.

“Sure,” Song Yuncheng replied with a smile, and the three headed downstairs.

After lunch, Chen Yansen returned to the Entrepreneurship Park’s second floor and picked up "Thinking in Java."

When Song Yuncheng came back, Chen Yansen was already reading "Core Java," and the questions left over from "Android Application Development Revealed" had been answered in these two books.

Seeing him flip through the pages like counting money, Song Yuncheng teased: “Boss, are you hiding money in these books? Why are you searching so intently?”

Chen Yansen looked up at Song Yuncheng and said softly: “Yeah, not just money—I’ve hidden your photo in here too.”

“How could you possibly have my photo?” Song Yuncheng instinctively rebutted, though she knew he was joking.

Chen Yansen smiled faintly and ignored her, spending the entire afternoon reading.

During a break, he also read through the entire CET-4/6 vocabulary book; unlike his past life, this time he didn’t get stuck on “abandon”—he memorized the whole book in one go.

His English ability had previously been limited to basic communication, like telling someone to change position—now that he could effortlessly master a new language, he was eager to learn.

Before five o’clock, he finished all six books.

With nothing else to do, he found an uncut original-language version of "Titanic" and rewatched it.

The dialogue, tone, pace, and pronunciation of the main characters and supporting cast were all dissected layer by layer by Chen Yansen’s mind, like peeling an onion, extracting every nuance.

Rose’s accent leaned toward British Received Pronunciation; Jack’s leaned toward the Midwestern American dialect.

Chen Yansen softly mimicked them, effortlessly replicating the original voices thanks to his superhuman physical and mental capacity.

By the end of the movie, he could instantly retrieve English words, phrases, and slang from his mind, following native grammatical habits—though not fluent, he was dozens of times better than in his past life.

Chen Yansen roughly calculated: at the slowest, within a week, he could communicate with native English speakers using near-native speech patterns.

Learn a new language in a week?

He had previously thought adding nearly 500 strands of human virtue energy to his spirit yielded no tangible benefit—but now he felt he’d struck gold. If not for his future happiness, he should’ve boosted his spirit attribute long ago.

Chen Yansen had read all day, absorbing over two million bytes of text, charts, and examples, yet felt not the slightest fatigue.

“Tomorrow again.”

Chen Yansen stood up, stretched, glanced around, and waved to Wang Zihao. The two went downstairs, picked up Wang Teng, and headed out for dinner.

Wang Teng had been at the Virtual Academy for half a month; he had adapted to life and work, and staying on campus had revived the comfort he remembered from university.

On the way, Chen Yansen casually asked Wang Teng to recommend a few books on system development; after reading all day, he realized the library’s collection was mostly outdated, lagging behind current technological advances.

Though curious, Wang Teng didn’t press further and recommended books across design patterns, programming languages, and practical applications.

“Sen-ge, are you planning to learn system development?” Wang Zihao asked with a grin.

“Just getting familiar. I need to understand the basics—otherwise, when the Aurora System launches, I won’t even be able to explain the product properly. I’d be the laughingstock of the industry.”

Chen Yansen spoke calmly.

He had no intention of becoming the punchline of a 18,000-horsepower joke.

Wang Zihao nodded, thinking: I should also find time to learn some development basics—don’t want to embarrass Sen-ge.

After dinner, the three returned to the Entrepreneurship Park. Chen Yansen grabbed several books and headed straight for the library.

Returned books, borrowed six more.

As for the books Wang Teng recommended, he had already ordered them on Jingdong; for the past half-year, Jingdong had slashed book prices to cost to attract new users.

Since they were all authentic books, Chen Yansen naturally chose the cheaper option.

Li Guoqing of Dangdang never imagined that such a niche category as books—with an annual market under ten billion—would catch Liu Qiangdong’s attention, leading to a falling-out between the two.

The business world is small; when core interests are involved, even the closest relationships break apart.

Chen Yansen carried the books straight back to the faculty apartment. As he reached the fourth floor, he saw Meng Jie standing by the corridor, wearing a light blue strap dress.

The cool moonlight fell on her face—her skin was fair, her features delicate, but she looked unhappy.

Only then did Chen Yansen remember: lately, he’d been swamped with affairs; their last meeting had been half a month ago, and they’d only communicated via WeChat.

To outsiders, they might seem like a long-distance couple.

This was Meng Jie’s first relationship; she couldn’t bear sudden neglect. Her dejected, melancholy demeanor had made her roommates think she’d been dumped.

Under pressure from her roommates, she blushed and admitted: she’d only kissed and hugged Chen Yansen—nothing else.

“That’s normal—he doesn’t initiate contact. Men are all horny. If you keep refusing him, and Chen Yansen is this outstanding, dozens of girls are chasing him—you’ve got to be careful.”

Her roommate’s words made Meng Jie’s heart skip.

She had never taken it seriously before, but now she carefully dressed up—wearing lace-trimmed white silk stockings beneath her dress, hugging her slender calves.

Hearing footsteps upstairs, Meng Jie immediately turned to look at Chen Yansen, her eyes filled with hesitation and hurt.

(End of Chapter)