[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo":3,"chapter-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-13":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Becoming a Goddess in Tokyo",{"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},2338997,4573,"Chapter 13: Chapter Thirteen: On Sale","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-13",13,"\u003Cp>The album officially went on sale, and Luo Quan immediately posted on Twitter to “announce it to the world,” informing fans that the album was now available for purchase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her Twitter account currently has one hundred thousand followers, but the engagement value she received was only six thousand, meaning her true fans likely number no more than thirty thousand, and a large portion of them are middle school students who typically listen to music on their phones and rarely use record players—those willing to buy physical albums are probably extremely few.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, many people on her Twitter were willing to show support; within less than ten minutes, her post garnered over a thousand likes and hundreds of comments, with roughly a dozen stating they had already purchased the album, though most others bought the digital version on iTunes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Digital album sales do not count toward the Oricon charts; to appear on the charts, physical sales must be strong—but Luo Quan felt too embarrassed to remind her fans to buy physical copies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse, after the album’s official release, she could no longer see any sales data, and her name did not appear on the Oricon charts at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh…” Luo Quan put down her phone, her heart torn between hope and dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia, who had already put on her eye mask and was preparing to sleep, heard Luo Quan’s sigh and comforted her: “Go to sleep. Worrying now won’t help—just go ask at a record store tomorrow, and you’ll know how it’s selling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Luo Quan could only temporarily ease her anxiety, stood up, turned off the light, and lay down on the tatami mat back-to-back with Wen Xia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uneasy breathing gradually filled the room; each of them carried heavy thoughts, and this night’s dreams would surely be restless…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Luo Quan woke up, it was already nine in the morning. She glanced at Wen Xia beside her, sprawled out in a starfish pose, one leg draped over her stomach, mouth slightly open, a faint glint of saliva visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan shook her head with a smile, gently moved Wen Xia’s leg aside, then walked into the bathroom to wash up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the showerhead waking Wen Xia, but she had no intention of getting up—she merely wiped the saliva from her lips and called out to the bathroom: “Luo Luo, I’m hungry…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s bread in the fridge!” Luo Quan said, lathering soap on her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want something hot~~” Wen Xia immediately pouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait until I finish my shower!” Luo Quan gritted her teeth inside the bathroom—what a real handful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Luo Quan cleaned up and stepped out of the bathroom, Wen Xia had changed her sleeping position, lying face-down on the pillow with her rear end lifted high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be fair, it was round and firm—if you kicked it, it would probably bounce back. No wonder she came from a girl group; her figure really was impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going out to buy breakfast, and I’ll check how my album’s selling,” Luo Quan said as she slipped on her shoes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm…” Wen Xia replied lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Japanese breakfasts traditionally include hot rice; near the apartment was a decent restaurant that made teriyaki cod exceptionally well, but when Luo Quan was a child, she once choked on a fishbone and nearly died, leaving her with a deep psychological aversion—she ate nothing but canned salted fish except for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, both she and Wen Xia were Chinese and had no habit of eating breakfast; fortunately, this restaurant also prepared onigiri and sushi, in generous portions with good flavor—Luo Quan bought four of each as she passed by, spending over three hundred yen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After buying breakfast, Luo Quan continued walking down the street. A little farther ahead was a record store; she wanted to go in and check how her album was selling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After walking two minutes, Luo Quan arrived at the store named Kawaiki Records. The owner was squatting at the entrance, calmly fanning himself to ward off the morning heat; when he saw Luo Quan approach, he didn’t rise, only said: “We just got a new batch of records from Sony yesterday—everything your generation likes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan asked: “Do you have any by Quan Shui?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man lowered his head in thought: “Quan Shui… yeah, there was an album like that.” He pointed inside: “Check the back shelf—you’ll probably find it there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the old man’s gesture, Luo Quan stepped into the store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop was small, barely twenty square meters—about the size of the toy store near her elementary school, where a plump woman would always stand at the door, calling out to passing elementary students with irresistible charm—a whisper from the devil powerful enough to drain every child’s pocket money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that tiny shop, every corner held unexpected treasures, but to find the real gems, you had to search the deepest, most unassuming corner of the entire store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Luo Quan was struggling to push forward toward the back of the record store. Even though she was sidestepping, the narrow, overcrowded shelves meant her slim figure offered little advantage—her proportions were uneven, and her well-developed bust caused her to knock down one or two records every time she shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After immense effort, Luo Quan finally reached the last row of shelves, where a row of brand-new albums sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the arrangement, the old man preferred placing classic old albums up front, while newer artists’ records were tucked at the back—this matched the fact that few young people came to the store; most customers were middle-aged men around forty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very bottom of the shelf, Luo Quan spotted her own album—the cover featured her holding a lemon, and the production quality was noticeably more refined than other Sony releases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She carefully counted: there were only twenty copies of her album on the shelf—the stock was pitifully low, but given the shop’s tiny size, Luo Quan wasn’t overly concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled out her album, then took the rest and placed them all in the most visible spot at the front of the store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man didn’t notice any of this—he still faced the street, slowly fanning himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, how much is this album?” Luo Quan asked politely, holding her own record.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man looked up and said: “This one? Two thousand eight hundred yen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So cheap?” Luo Quan was surprised—the pre-sale price online was two thousand five hundred yen, and the wholesale price should be similar; normally, physical retailers add seven to eight hundred yen on top, but this old man had added only three hundred—this price was unbelievably generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the old man turned and complained: “It’s all my bad eyesight—I messed up the order. I thought I was picking up Sakino Sakura’s album, but when I got back and checked, it turned out to be some obscure female singer named Quan Shui—I’ve never even heard of her. Luckily, I didn’t order many, so I’ll just lower the price to break even.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… I see.” Luo Quan’s face was now a picture of embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sighed dejectedly, her once-golden hair seeming duller. She pulled out three thousand-yen bills from her pocket and handed them to the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man held the bills up to the sunlight, saw the portrait of Hideyo Noguchi in the white oval space, turned, opened the drawer on his left, placed the bills carefully at the very bottom of a stack of cash, then picked up four fifty-yen coins and handed them to Luo Quan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Luo Quan, reeling from this crushing blow, turned to leave this place of sorrow, she saw two teenagers, about fifteen or sixteen, walking toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both boys wore T-shirts, shorts, and baseball caps; they looked nearly identical—likely twins. They spotted Luo Quan the moment they reached the store entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, are you Sister Quan Shui?!” one of the taller boys exclaimed, his face filled with surprise and delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My stage name is Quan Shui,” Luo Quan smiled and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way! I can’t believe I’m meeting you in person here!” the shorter boy said, noticing the album in her hand and asking curiously: “Is that your new album?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan nodded lightly: “Yes. I passed by this store and wanted to see how my album was selling, but it doesn’t seem to be doing well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could that be!” the taller boy exclaimed excitedly. “Everyone in our class is talking about your album—everyone says they’re going to buy a copy to listen to!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Luo Quan finally smiled: “So my album is actually popular with students?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shorter boy nodded vigorously: “Of course! Many of my friends posted on Twitter that they set ‘Lemon’ as their ringtone, but my brother and I prefer your song ‘Hanabi’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way, Sister Quan Shui, can we take a photo with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s eyes shone with hope; Luo Quan had no reason to refuse and happily nodded: “Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since she was slightly taller, Luo Quan squatted beside the two boys on the sidewalk and took a photo—she held her breakfast and album in one hand, giving a “Yes” gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two boys were ecstatic, their faces flushed red; each took a photo with his phone, then happily bid farewell to Luo Quan and entered the record store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, Luo Quan saw them quickly spot her album, placed prominently on the front shelf, and break into delighted smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Luo Quan, bathed in gentle sunlight, smiled brightly—her golden hair gleamed even brighter behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>",1593,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","da95d899631265e87fa4a7b0857fcdfa1ab8ffb3b0c3c0274bbfc89fa42e35b4","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-14","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-12",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]