[{"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-23":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},2339007,4573,"Chapter 23","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-23",23,"\u003Cp>“Heh heh!” The girl strained as she dragged her luggage to the building’s entrance, glistening sweat sliding from her fair forehead down to her nose, like dew on a lily petal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luoquan must live here, right? I never expected it to be this remote.” The girl wiped her sweat, pulled out a pink phone, and dialed a number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room, Luoquan sat with one leg crossed over the other, sipping watermelon juice; the air conditioner, set to its lowest temperature, blasted cold air against her face, making her shiver in the sweltering summer heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, her phone rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luoquan picked it up, glanced at the caller ID—it was Yanagawa Juniko—and memories began flashing through her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yanagawa Juniko was Luoquan’s first friend in Tokyo, and her only friend; they met in high school, during their first year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a girl with an extremely shy demeanor but an unusually stubborn heart, fiercely loyal to her friends—especially Luoquan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In high school, Luoquan was often bullied by delinquent boys and girls because of her unusual appearance, and Yanagawa Juniko would always bravely step forward to defend her, even though the result was always both of them getting beaten up together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet with Juniko’s support and companionship through those hard times, Luoquan never felt sad or lonely; her mindset always remained healthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, Juniko was an extremely important friend to Luoquan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pressing the answer button, Luoquan heard an exceptionally gentle voice—like every morning kiss a lover longs for at dusk, never tiring to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I-is it Luoquan?” Juniko’s voice carried seven parts joy and three parts timidity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s me. What’s up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yanagawa Juniko whispered, “I’m downstairs at your place. Can you come down and get me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re downstairs?” Luoquan sat up, scratched her head, and said, “Stay put. I’m coming down right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s here?” Wen Xia asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A friend,” Luoquan replied, standing up, rummaging through the shoe cabinet for a pair of flip-flops, and stepping out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Downstairs, she saw Yanagawa Juniko in a light green long dress, her face a soft, adorable oval, slender figure, barely over 160 cm tall, and already possessing her own private airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This pure, sunny, kawaii image was the perfect girlfriend fantasy for most Japanese otaku.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon seeing Luoquan, Yanagawa Juniko broke into an ecstatic smile and ran over, dragging her heavy suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You came over, but why bring me a gift? That’s so embarrassing,” Luoquan laughed, taking the suitcase from Juniko’s hands—damn, it was heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yanagawa Juniko looked embarrassed. “Luoquan, this isn’t a gift for you—these are all my clothes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clothes?” Luoquan blinked, glancing at Juniko. “Did you run away from home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yanagawa Juniko nodded shyly, whispering, “I only have you as a friend in Tokyo. Will you take me in? I can’t cook or do laundry, but I’ll be very obedient!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Japanese would rather die than trouble others—or let others trouble them—and if Juniko hadn’t been utterly desperate, she wouldn’t have come to Luoquan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking into Juniko’s big, watery eyes, Luoquan couldn’t bring herself to refuse; she nodded. “I already have one ancestor in the house—adding one more won’t hurt. Come on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luoquan, I knew you were the best!” Juniko jumped up happily, then asked, “What ancestor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get inside first… damn, this suitcase is heavy!” Luoquan gritted her teeth as she hauled the suitcase upstairs—what the hell did she pack in here?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two carried the suitcase to the second floor. Juniko followed Luoquan to the door, had just taken off her shoes and looked up—her gaze met Wen Xia walking toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both froze. Juniko spoke first: “Luoquan, who is this girl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, this is my close friend. Her name is Wen Xia,” Luoquan said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, I’m Wen Xia,” Wen Xia said, holding an ice cream in her left hand and extending her right hand in a friendly gesture of friendship. Her Japanese was as good as her Korean, though her accent wasn’t as polished as Luoquan’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Wen Xia’s outstretched hand, Juniko didn’t take it; instead, her bright eyes quickly filled with tears as she sobbed, “Luoquan, why are you so practiced at introducing friends? I was here first—I was the one who ate ice cream in summer, who enjoyed the air conditioning… why did it turn out like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For the first time, I fell for a girl, found a girl I could be friends with for life—two happy things overlapping, bringing even more joy. What I should’ve gotten was a dreamlike, blissful time… but why? Why is it like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this familiar déjà vu? Luoquan stared at Juniko, who was wallowing in self-pity, and gave her a sharp tap on the head. “Did the sun fry your brain? Why are you saying such weird things?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow!” Juniko cried out in pain and plopped down on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luoquan continued, “This is my childhood friend. I’ve known her since we were seven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S-sorry!” Juniko immediately stood up, bowed deeply, and grabbed Wen Xia’s hand to apologize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia laughed heartily. “No problem, hahaha… Luoquan, your friend’s pretty interesting—like a high school heroine from a Japanese drama.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luoquan sighed. “She’s obsessed with shoujo manga and pointless school romance dramas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juniko stared at Wen Xia. “I… I think I’ve seen you before… I remember—you’re the leader of Sweetgirl!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia beamed. “Hah… looks like I’m still famous in Japan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love your member Li Suzheng—her rap is so cool!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft!” Luoquan couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia chuckled awkwardly. “Suzheng is our main rapper—she handles all the rap parts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, you two go have your fan meeting. I’m going to cut some watermelon.” Luoquan walked to the fridge, sliced off half the watermelon she’d bought that morning, and cut it into small rectangular pieces the size of bottle caps, arranging them on a plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stuck toothpicks into the pieces and brought the plate to the two girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Juniko ate the watermelon, she asked, “Luoquan, why didn’t you tell me you debuted? If I hadn’t seen the trending topic on Twitter yesterday, I still wouldn’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But those three songs were amazing—if Grandpa hadn’t taken all my money, I’d have bought a copy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this similar story, Luoquan was surprised. “Your grandpa went on a trip abroad too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juniko blinked. “What trip abroad? Grandpa’s imposing an economic blockade on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luoquan frowned. “Why are you being blocked? Did you anger him again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juniko pouted. “The day before yesterday, I told Grandpa my dream—and he screamed at me until he was purple in the face. He said my dream was heresy and insisted I inherit the family’s swordsmanship. If I didn’t, he’d cut off all my funding. So I ran away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia, intrigued, asked, “Family swordsmanship? May I ask which prestigious clan you come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luoquan, familiar with Juniko’s background, explained to Wen Xia: “Juniko’s grandfather, Yan Zhai Yanagawa, is the current head of the Yanagawa Shin’i-ryū and one of Japan’s few remaining swordsmanship grandmasters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia’s eyes lit up. “Impressive! I didn’t know you came from a swordsmanship family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luoquan undercut her: “Too bad she’s been useless since childhood—she hasn’t even learned a fraction of her grandfather’s skills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juniko’s face flushed red. “Who says I didn’t learn anything? I just didn’t like studying it! If we fought, three Luoquans couldn’t beat me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to spar with me?” Luoquan said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juniko waved her hands frantically. “No, no—I’m afraid I’ll hurt you, and this place is too small to move properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what’s your dream, anyway? Why did your grandpa react so strongly?” Wen Xia bit into a piece of watermelon and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of her dream, Juniko’s eyes sparkled with longing: “My dream is to become a famous female idol, just like Sweetgirl!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1297,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","86816688703de286737b6a114ff6e668d937a3605fb40d36815ce5a167b42f87","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-24","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-22",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]