[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to":3,"chapter-after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-15":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","After Becoming a God Among Humans, I Just Want to Lie Flat",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2302154,4502,"Chapter 15: Orange-Flavored","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>Maintain your composure; your behavior now doesn’t just represent you—it reflects Xia Country’s dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi reluctantly tore her gaze away, only then realizing the man before her had been introducing her to Chris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does this even need an introduction? I’ve known him in my heart for four and a half years—over sixteen hundred days!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, perhaps he researched her information and discovered she was Chris’s fan before making the introduction—after all, there aren’t many entertainment figures at this banquet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi reconsidered: perhaps after her first fame in Haibei City fighting monsters, all her information had already been exposed to every nation’s security agencies—her family, relatives, friends, classmates, life trajectory, even how many times she’d wet the bed as a child, all thoroughly investigated. Her personality, psychological state, subconscious—analyzed by experts better than she knew herself. Even her browsing history…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she thought, the more her heart pounded. She forgot to greet Chris immediately, instead pulling out her phone to send Feng Liancheng a message: “Have you cleared all my digital traces?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax. On the day you fought the sea monster, every trace was erased.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the reply, Yang Yi exhaled. Thank goodness no social death—had everyone found out the cold, aloof “Superman” standing here actually browsed a website named after flowers for explicit content, she’d have flown straight off Earth to live on another planet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again—hadn’t she had no secrets from Feng Liancheng all along? No wonder he’d treated her like an old friend from their very first meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’d seen someone’s years of browsing history—knew what styles of clothes they bought online, their measurements, what news they cared about, what genres of novels they liked, how long they spent online daily, the bizarre questions they searched, and the late-night movies they watched—you’d feel familiar with them too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly she remembered Feng Liancheng’s knowing smile earlier—he’d said she wouldn’t regret coming here. Did he already know her favorite male star would be here?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of it, Yang Yi felt social death—her toes wanted to dig out a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment from the floor—and she couldn’t help grinding her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her emotions shifted quickly, for Chris had already been led up to her by the introducer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If beauty could kill, he’d be the world’s deadliest serial killer. He didn’t even need to use inner power—his demeanor, speech, or any inner quality. Just standing there, he could leave corpses everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with her sixteen-hundred-day-strong mental filter—even if you gave her a microscope, she couldn’t find a single flaw on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she saw him, all her embarrassment and anger vanished instantly. She couldn’t think, didn’t hear a word the introducer said—her ears rang, her body stiffened like stone, her throat glued shut, unable to utter a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even notice when the introducer left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiot! Wake up! You’re more of a fool right now than ever before!” it scolded inside her head. “I’m stuck in the same body as a moron like you—it’s disgusting!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even thanked it for the insult, grateful for its rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, no introduction is needed—I’m your fan,” Yang Yi forced a polite smile, feeling her face stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She decided to just give up and be herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’m truly honored,” Chris said, seemingly unsurprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The introducer took the hint and stepped away. Translator Zhang Mu hesitated, glanced at the atmosphere between them, then wisely retreated to a distance—close enough to step in if translation was needed, far enough not to disturb them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A circle opened around them; the atmosphere grew awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Yang Yi called herself a “non-typical social phobe,” she wasn’t truly unable to interact with people—she was fundamentally introverted. Being a background presence was fine; if everyone was building ladders for her, like just now, that was fine too. But initiating conversation herself? That made her deeply uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris, though a huge star, clearly wasn’t the type who could effortlessly charm strangers. Yang Yi had often seen news photos of him walking his dog alone on a lawn, photographed by paparazzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood in silence for a moment, then Chris suddenly asked: “Is your phone wallpaper still the same one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi’s toes dug into the floor again. She feigned calm: “Yes.” Then she pulled out her phone, lit the screen, and waved it in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, Chris wore a suit, eyes lowered, lashes dark, blue eyes half-visible, straight nose, rosy lips—the photo rendered in watercolor, mysterious and dreamy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m seriously awesome—I officially crown myself Socially Confident today, Yang Yi silently mocked herself, easing her inner embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris smiled shyly: “That was taken during a press conference, I think. Looks like the photographer did a good job editing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi smiled and sipped champagne that had undergone multiple inspections: “It wasn’t the journalist who took it—it was a fan. Only a fan filled with love could capture their idol so beautifully. I downloaded this photo from your fan forum.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris paused, unconsciously licked his lips, then lowered his head with a shy smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh—he always licked his lips habitually, whether in interviews or occasional TV appearances. As a loyal fan, Yang Yi had long noticed this charming little gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face stayed calm as an old dog; inside, she screamed. She took another sip of champagne to hide her urge to swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they opened up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you afraid when facing monsters?” he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I am. But I hypnotize myself: the thing in front of me is just a cabbage. After a few mental suggestions, I’m not so scared anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, cabbages don’t move.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If a cabbage started moving, I think that’d be scarier than any monster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi spoke halting Akkan; Chris spoke even more halting Xia Chinese. They communicated with words and gestures, stumbling along—but somehow, the atmosphere was surprisingly pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You actually speak Xia Chinese?” Yang Yi finally asked, feigning regret: “As your loyal fan, I never knew—how negligent of me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris rubbed his nose, smiled shyly, then looked at her with his blue eyes focused and earnest: “When I learned the person who saved me from the truck explosion was Xia Chinese, I hired a Xia Chinese tutor. I’ve been cramming ever since. I wanted to one day stand before her and say thank you in person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone carried the foreigner’s awkwardness in Xia Chinese—each syllable off its proper tone—but sincerity could be conveyed through other means—his expression, his demeanor, and eyes that grew deeper with earnestness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beauty and charm require no language—they’re felt directly, striking the soul more powerfully than words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must’ve drunk too much champagne—I’m about to faint, Yang Yi thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris’s eyes were the smallest oceans on Earth. She imagined they tasted like orange candy. She wanted to dive into those oceans and swim, to lean close to the shore and kiss the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She even wanted to lock him away somewhere only she knew—imprison him, like a dragon hoarding a princess. If he loved treasure, she’d gladly lay all treasures before him, just to earn his smile, for she’d realized he shone brighter than any treasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human nature holds an innate desire to possess beauty—and now, that desire had never been stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His single “thank you” outweighed all four and a half years of her obsession—and then some.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank the superpower that pulled two people from opposite ends of the world, with no connection, together. Fate is truly strange!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you had any self-awareness, you’d know how magnetic you are. Keep radiating this charm at me, and I’ll be tempted to kidnap you right now and make you mine—a thriller about a crazed fan abducting a star.” Yang Yi pretended to be serious. “You know I can do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris blinked, then burst out laughing: “Oh my God, you’re adorable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look—he thinks I’m joking. I might actually do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m honored to be your kidnapping target, kidnapping lady,” Chris chuckled. “I’ll definitely develop Stockholm syndrome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome—these words triggered an untimely association from the veteran Hai Tang, accidentally triggering her broad expertise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She licked her dry lips. If any micro-expression expert were watching, they’d know exactly what inappropriate images were flashing in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the conversation didn’t drift further into ambiguity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you know? Online, they call you the God of Mankind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t like god-making. People lift someone onto a pedestal when they need a god—and crush them when they don’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris had been smiling at her, but at these words, his smile faded. He hesitated: “Of course… this title brings immense pressure…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yi didn’t want the conversation to turn heavy. She waved her hand quickly: “No, no, no—I don’t need comfort… I was just joking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris opened his mouth as if to say something reassuring, but finally only said: “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. Your situation is likely unique globally and throughout history—there’s no precedent on Earth to guide your life, no one who can truly understand your circumstances. Walking this path alone must be lonely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, I’ve officially surrendered to him, Yang Yi told herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But think of the good side—everyone wants to be you. God, you can even fly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris raised his eyebrows, excitedly describing his childhood dream: “My biggest childhood dream was growing wings, so I could soar freely through the sky. Imagine it—people on the ground like ants, houses like beehives, rivers like ribbons. When I got hungry, I’d just land anywhere, grab something to eat, then keep wandering the sky… how utterly free!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something in his words stirred Yang Yi’s heart. A longing surged within her—she wanted to take him flying right now, away from this boring banquet, up into the sky, riding soft clouds, watching mountains and rivers below, until night fell and the star river flowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to capture this moment as a keepsake: look—this child full of innocent fantasy, this young man radiating magnetic pheromones—combined, he was a seductive male demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she only smiled at the man before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been talking too long. Many people had started watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pleasant atmosphere between them surprised everyone—after all, just moments ago, Yang Yi had maintained her cold, aloof persona in front of so many officials and celebrities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Director Zhou was taken aback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, I can’t keep going—everyone at the banquet will know I’m obsessed with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yang Yi, heart reluctant, calmly apologized and prepared to leave, Chris suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm: “Can I take a photo with you, Miss Superman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at his suddenly enlarged handsome face, those intoxicating blue eyes—her cheeks didn’t flush, but her heart skipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris pulled out his phone, his left hand gentlemanly resting lightly on her shoulder, his right hand snapping several photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time seemed to halt. The warmth of his left palm seeped through her dress fabric, spreading over her skin—like fire. She swore, even the fire demon’s ten-thousand-degree flames hadn’t been as intense as this heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smelled a faint male perfume on him. She knew nothing about perfumes—couldn’t identify the brand or scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t orange-flavored. She felt a tiny bit disappointed—just a tiny bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his scent smelled like a forest wrapped in morning mist. That was fine too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I post this photo on my personal blog? You’re a superstar—so many people will envy me,” Chris looked at her hopefully, like a boy eager to show off. His eyes sparkled under the crystal chandelier, more captivating than the world’s most expensive sapphires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to admit—she’d completely surrendered to his suit pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at the photo he’d chosen: the one where she looked best. In it, she held champagne in her right hand, gazing coolly at the lens, smiling faintly—composed, elegant, reserved, slightly distant. Not a trace of the inner frenzy she felt toward the man beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect. Use this one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they naturally exchanged phone numbers and personal blog accounts. Of course, her blog rarely posted anything—she only used it to browse foreign news and stalk Chris, having followed him since two years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before leaving, Yang Yi, on impulse, turned back and said: “I always thought you were orange-flavored.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chris paused, then burst out laughing: “Sorry, not this time.” He playfully winked: “But next time we meet, maybe I will be…”\u003C\u002Fp>",2053,"2026-06-20T07:52:47.920Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","18e0e6ebed9837ee709e03890d69d3eb6284639c8d507f54f20820fcd1e272ec","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-16","after-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-chapter-14",246,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fafter-becoming-a-god-among-humans-i-just-want-to-cover.jpg"]