[{"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-2":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},2338986,4573,"Chapter 2","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Shouldering her guitar and carrying the speaker, Luo Quan stepped out with a light, brisk pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time she had worn denim shorts on the street; she had originally planned to change into long pants, but after glancing at the blinding sunlight outside, she abandoned the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>July in Tokyo was unbearably hot—just as sweltering as her hometown, Yuzhou—even though it was already four in the afternoon, the heat still made her heart ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landlord’s house stood directly opposite Luo Quan’s apartment, allowing him to see every tenant’s door through his window and hear any movement; he had once used this to catch three sneaky renters who couldn’t pay rent and tried to slip away under cover of night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this apartment had no shade at all—baked by the sun in summer, howling with cold winds in winter, truly warm in summer and cool in winter. Despite such harsh conditions, the landlord was perfectly content; perhaps this was the world of a miser.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you off to?” the landlord, lounging on a cooling chair while watching a comedy show, glanced at Luo Quan passing his window and asked lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To Shinjuku to make money!” Luo Quan replied without turning back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landlord lay back down, muttering under his breath: “Shinjuku…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait! Kabukicho is right in Shinjuku!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was just venting—I didn’t think this girl would actually go to a place like that!” The landlord hurried out in his wooden geta, trying to call out to Luo Quan, but she had already vanished…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adachi Ward in Tokyo was far from the city center; the train ride to Shinjuku took about forty minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo’s subway was world-famous for its crowding; though it was still far from evening rush hour, the density inside was already packed to capacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid being crushed into a meat bun by a crowd of men, Luo Quan chose the women-only carriage at the rear of the train—but she hadn’t expected that even there, she would still suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space inside the subway remained cramped; the constantly running air conditioning couldn’t dispel the summer heat, and sweat seeped rapidly from every body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this environment, women’s makeup quickly mixed with sweat, blending into an indescribable stench—plainly put, they were pickled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A barrage of pungent odors assaulted Luo Quan’s nose and eyes; when she boarded, she had noticed a pretty girl with a face as pure and doll-like as porcelain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, that girl’s appearance seemed repulsive to Luo Quan—she could even see a milky-white liquid dripping from the girl’s chin: surely a mixture of sweat and foundation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing her discomfort, Luo Quan closed her eyes, praying the ride would end soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan didn’t remember how she got off the subway—only that her entire back was soaked when she stepped out; after leaving the platform, she immediately opened her mouth and gulped down several deep breaths of fresh air, finally releasing the suffocating unease in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She checked her phone—it was nearly five. Coincidentally, her stomach growled loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bought some bread and drinks at a convenience store, barely managed to swallow them, then set up her street performer gear on the sidewalk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was no stranger to the guitar; originally, she had used her decent playing skills to pose as a brooding, artistic youth on the streets, successfully flirting with girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once the girls got to know her, they discovered this “brooding artist” was broke—just a guitar and nothing else—and instantly, he became a penniless loser; not a single girl ended up dating him, and instead, he earned a reputation for deceiving emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Luo Quan finally understood: the Matchmaker God had long since stopped caring about love or romance—if you wanted a wife, you had to worship the God of Wealth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing her thoughts, Luo Quan placed her hands on the guitar and began to play; her slender fingers moved with agility and rhythm, plucking out a melodious tune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Luo Quan gradually fell into the flow, her guitar playing became even more effortless; her solid foundation, combined with the system’s Guitar Proficiency, had brought her skill to match that of veteran players who had practiced for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, passersby hurried past, faces blank and indifferent—not a single person was drawn to the girl’s brilliant guitar performance; for over ten minutes, she played only for herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had heard Japanese people were unusually cold, but now she finally saw it for herself; in China, a beautiful girl performing on the street would have drawn crowds snapping photos nonstop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe it!” Luo Quan was never one to give up easily; this setback couldn’t stop her. She took a deep breath and began playing again…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, viewers! This is Daisuke bringing you Tokyo, Episode Three! Yesterday we wandered all afternoon through Akihabara—did those maid milk teas make you drool? Today I’ve come to Shinjuku Ward, the busiest area in all of Tokyo. Friendly reminder: our ultimate destination today is the mysterious Kabukicho.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingshuidafu  raised his selfie stick and gave the camera a knowing smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a popular YouTuber with two million followers, primarily filming videos on Japanese food, culture, and oddities; his humorous, entertaining style was beloved by audiences both domestic and abroad, and he was among Japan’s most influential lifestyle bloggers on YouTube.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was his third day live-streaming Tokyo on YouTube; he had attracted nearly five thousand viewers the moment he went live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Chinese streamers who routinely drew “hundreds of thousands,” this number was insignificant—but on YouTube, five thousand meant real, living people, not fake bots manipulated behind the scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daisuke shifted his gaze from his phone, ready to guide viewers to hidden secrets in Shinjuku’s alleys, when a beautiful melody suddenly caught his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the music, he saw a foreign girl playing guitar on the street, her skill evidently quite impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Street performers were common along Shinjuku’s sidewalks, but foreign faces like hers were rare; curiosity drove him over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing another song, Luo Quan shook her slightly aching fingers, looked up—and saw Daisuke approaching with his selfie stick. Her spirits lifted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucky break—I’ve already met a streamer this fast!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hi, am I interrupting your performance?” Daisuke greeted Luo Quan in English.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the camera focused on Luo Quan, viewers erupted in excitement—this girl with the guitar was stunningly beautiful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all, I just finished playing,” Luo Quan replied in fluent Japanese, waving her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daisuke looked surprised: “Your Japanese is excellent—like a native. You must have lived here a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve lived in Japan for six years,” Luo Quan said, then pointed at his phone, feigning ignorance: “Are you live-streaming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daisuke nodded: “I’m live on YouTube—over five thousand people are watching. Would you like to say hello to them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s exactly what I was waiting for! Luo Quan secretly rejoiced, but kept her expression calm, smiled, and waved at the camera: “Hello everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flood of comments instantly scrolled across the screen—half in Japanese, half in English—praising her beauty, begging for her Instagram or Twitter handles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the great response, Daisuke smiled: “Looks like everyone loves you! Would you like to perform a song for them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. I’ll sing a song I wrote myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan placed her hands on the guitar and began to strum, her red lips parting:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If all of this\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were just a dream, how nice it would be\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That you could still appear\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In my dreams\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like retrieving\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something forgotten\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gently brushing away the dust from memory\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There exists in this world happiness that cannot be reclaimed\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was you who finally\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made me aware of these things\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her soft, melancholy voice flowed like a cool spring into every heart; the lyrics struck deep, awakening the most hidden memories within each listener.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how strong or independent one appeared on the surface, everyone carried a tender, longing corner within, yearning for love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world may have no right or wrong—only interests; everyone walks through cold darkness, yet what we ultimately crave is to find light in the dark, warmth in a cold world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be human is sometimes this contradictory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This song told a story of love and separation, death and hope—the reality every person cannot escape. Whether watching the live stream or passing by Luo Quan, everyone was instantly drawn in, their hearts trembling with the music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the chorus arrived; Luo Quan’s voice rose from its low, somber tone to a soaring, powerful pitch:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with that day’s sorrow\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that day’s pain\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And you, who loved it all\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Become a bitter, lingering scent\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of lemon, never fading from my heart\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the rain stops, I cannot return\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even today, you are still my light\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song ended. Luo Quan delivered “Lemon” flawlessly; without realizing it, dozens of passersby had gathered around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the song ended, Luo Quan performed “Lemon” flawlessly, and without realizing it, dozens of passersby had gathered around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loud applause erupted—everyone gave their full praise for a song that touched their deepest souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was incredible—the best song I’ve heard this year!” Daisuke beamed. “Can you tell me the song’s name? I want to download it as my phone ringtone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan replied: “It’s called ‘Lemon.’ But I just wrote it—I haven’t uploaded it online yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daisuke’s tone turned serious: “Then you must upload it quickly. I’ll post the edited version of this livestream later, but you should upload a video to YouTube tonight—if someone else beats you to it, it’ll be a mess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Japanese people took copyright and intellectual property extremely seriously, especially in music; Japanese law stated that downloading unauthorized songs online could lead to up to two years in prison or a fine of up to two million yen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This strong copyright protection was one major reason Japan’s music industry thrived; compared to China’s rampant piracy and counterfeiting, Japan handled this far better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Daisuke hadn’t reminded her, Luo Quan herself would never have thought of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At parting, Daisuke wanted to exchange LINE IDs to become friends. LINE was Japan’s dominant social app, equivalent to WeChat in China—but Luo Quan had once been reclusive, with only one or two friends in Japan, always contacting them by phone, so she’d never created a LINE account; Daisuke settled for the next best thing: mutually subscribing to each other on YouTube.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interestingly, he was the only subscription on her list—in this hyper-connected age, such an old-fashioned girl was rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying goodbye to Daisuke, Luo Quan began packing up, preparing to head home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of viewers who had joined Daisuke’s livestream during her performance had surged to over ten thousand; after her song, her heat value jumped by over two thousand, exceeding her goal. The shop had unlocked—she was desperate to get home and see what items were available.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, the number of viewers who entered Qing Shui Dasu’s live stream reached tens of thousands; after Luo Quan finished singing one song, the heat value surged by over two thousand, exceeding the task quota, and the mall unlocked accordingly—she now urgently wanted to return home to see what items were available in the mall.\u003C\u002Fp>",1864,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0c3d49aead9baa6cf61adc3d4564ce60c9bfd41d29dfb5e7259ad66127eb8335","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-3","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-1",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]