[{"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-17":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},2339001,4573,"Chapter 17","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-17",17,"\u003Cp>The signing venue was not far from Sony Records’ headquarters, just two streets over, in an indoor sports arena that had originally been for citizens to play basketball and badminton, but was mostly rented out by artists for press conferences and meet-and-greets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Luo Quan arrived, the arena’s exterior was already packed with fans, most of whom were male.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the fans showed no reaction when the car suddenly stopped at the perimeter, but when a squad of black-clad security personnel rushed out of the venue, the crowd erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Izumi has arrived!” Someone in the crowd screamed, and everyone immediately surged toward the car, while nearby reporters arrived on the scene, raising their cameras to capture the first photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene instantly became crowded, but the security team had prepared in advance, forming a tight circle around the car that held firm no matter how hard the fans pushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miki quickly got out of the car, holding a loudspeaker, and shouted: “Please don’t crowd—maintain order. Everyone will get a chance to meet Miss Izumi soon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More rational fans joined in, shouting: “Don’t push!” “Make way for Miss Izumi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the initial excitement, the fans gradually calmed down and began stepping back, clearing a direct path from the car to the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Izumi, you may step out,” Miki said, opening the car door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reporters nearby immediately pressed their shutter buttons; flashes lit up like stars in the night sky, unceasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan lifted her dress and carefully stepped out, then, with Miki’s help, stepped fully onto the ground and stood still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click-click-click-click!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shutter sounds rose and fell in succession; the blinding white flashes made Luo Quan squint, but she still smiled, raising her hand to greet the fans and reporters: “Good afternoon, everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Miss Izumi! I love you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many male fans held up their banners, wearing white headbands with two black Chinese characters in the center—“Izumi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan was surprised to see them; she hadn’t expected to have her own fan group so quickly. But their positions were scattered, with no unified chants—likely individual fans organizing spontaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your love and support. Please stay safe and keep order,” Luo Quan said, placing a hand over her chest and bowing deeply—a basic Japanese courtesy; when unsure how to express gratitude, a bow was always correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the security team’s escort, Luo Quan and Miki walked along the path cleared by the fans into the arena; reporters, due to their special status, followed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining fans were directed by security into orderly lines, to enter the arena one by one after the media interviews concluded, for the album signing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the noisy, crowded exterior, the arena’s interior was spacious and quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the center stood a row of tables, behind which hung a massive plastic poster with bold black letters: “IZUMI FAN SIGNING EVENT!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of the tables were several rows of square stools for the reporters to sit on; to the right, several large cardboard boxes were stacked, filled with albums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Luo Quan arrived, the arena staff sprang into action—checking lights, pens, and all electrical connections—and signaled everyone to take their seats once everything was confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the event’s main attraction, Luo Quan sat calmly in the center; Miki, as her manager, stood just behind and to her side, outside the circle of reporters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the reporters sat down, staff placed a microphone stand before Luo Quan, its arms bristling with logos. She cleared her throat lightly—the sound system worked fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you all, journalists and media friends, for attending my first signing event since my debut. It’s truly an honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Luo Quan’s opening remarks, the interview officially began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a fresh, untested newcomer, Luo Quan had countless stories to uncover—her background before debut was virtually blank, making this the perfect chance to flesh out her personal history. Reporters asked questions as if trying to excavate every detail of her life from birth to now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interview lasted nearly half an hour. Though Luo Quan was still unfamiliar with dealing with these sharp-tongued reporters, overall she handled it well, answering appropriately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters also learned a great deal about Luo Quan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, she was currently studying at Tokyo University’s Language College, had taught herself all her musical knowledge, and had composed all three songs on the album herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most details were unremarkable, but the fact that she attended Tokyo University was undeniably attention-grabbing—after all, who wouldn’t adore a singer who was talented, beautiful, and highly educated?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the interview, every reporter bought an album and asked Luo Quan to sign it—this was part of their reason for coming. Interviewing her was work, but her music was genuinely beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan’s signature was a cursive font designed by the system; just the two characters “Izumi” cost her over a thousand heat points, making her curse the merchant in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the reporters finished, it was time for the long-waiting fans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through a mobile lottery, every fan who came to the signing received a number; groups of one hundred entered the arena in ascending order after paying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a thousand fans attended, and the lucky first to sign was a young, bespectacled chubby boy, unmistakably a Heisei-era otaku: shy, greasy, his round face dotted with shiny acne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your songs are so amazing, Miss Izumi! I’ll buy every one of your albums from now on!” the chubby boy exclaimed excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your support—I truly appreciate it,” Luo Quan said, signing her name on the album while smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After receiving the album, the boy reluctantly stepped away, making room for the next fan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second fan was a girl, very young, likely still in high school. As soon as she reached Luo Quan, she gushed her admiration and declared she would strive to get into Tokyo University because of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan naturally encouraged the girl’s dream, signed her album, offered a few uplifting words, and sent her off happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Luo Quan was still awkward, but as the signing proceeded smoothly, her cursive “Izumi” became increasingly fluent. Still, repeating the same phrases endlessly to fans was boring, and she had to maintain her smile the whole time—her cheek muscles ached from forced grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any enjoyable thing becomes tedious after repetition, and Luo Quan’s tolerance for it was slightly lower than average—but she showed no sign of impatience. This was her first signing, and it might also be her last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After signing albums for over a thousand fans, nearly three hours had passed. After seeing off the final fan, Luo Quan collapsed, her right hand trembling uncontrollably like it had palsy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miki quickly brought her a glass of lemon juice to quench her thirst—she hadn’t taken a sip all this time to keep the pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miki-kun… are there no more fans left?” Luo Quan whispered, too exhausted to even turn her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt her right hand was ruined—it had gone numb an hour ago and now had almost no sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miki smiled. “No more. Today’s schedule is finished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… could you take me home, Miki-kun…?” Luo Quan struggled to rise, then remembered Wen Xia’s craving for Kobe beef. “By the way, Miki-kun—do you know where I can buy Kobe beef nearby? I’d like to get two portions to take home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miki thought for a moment, then nodded. “I know—there’s a Michelin restaurant right next door. They serve A5 Kobe beef steaks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s go,” Luo Quan said, taking a deep breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just mentioning food revived her spirits almost completely.\u003C\u002Fp>",1259,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3466d9e4d0eefccc87bb3514e6f151effe1f7673688d95e70e4e13e22db6cb67","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-18","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-16",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]