[{"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-65":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},2339049,4573,"Chapter 65","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-65",65,"\u003Cp>She claimed she was fully focused on preparing for the new semester and wouldn’t attend any media events, but in the end, she still caved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On August 21, Luo Quan and Wen Xia were invited to the Sina Weibo Night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every summer, Sina hosts Weibo Night at the end of summer; last year it was in Shanghai, this year it’s in Jingcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Luo Quan didn’t plan to go, but she thought about it—Weibo is practically the king of domestic media traffic, and Weibo Night draws enormous attention; only major stars get invited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being invited this time means they still recognize her popularity—it’s a sign of respect. If she refused, it might cause some negative impact domestically. Besides, with Wen Xia accompanying her, she ultimately decided to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without an invitation, Purezi could only pitifully stay home, waiting for the two girls to bring her some Chinese local specialties as compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The venue for Weibo Night is the National Convention Center, starting at 8 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan and Wen Xia booked their tickets two days in advance and arrived at the Capital International Airport at 12:30 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as they stepped out of the passenger exit, a gentle female broadcast voice mixed with endless noise flooded Luo Quan’s ears—this familiar Mandarin, these familiar Chinese characters—she felt unexpectedly moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan whispered: “Home really is the best.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s best?” Wen Xia turned, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing…” Luo Quan shook her head, curious: “Why aren’t any fans here to meet us? I thought stars always get welcomed by crowds at the airport—do we just not have enough clout?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia chuckled: “Fans aren’t paparazzi. Unless the star announces it, who’d even know which flight they’re on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two girls wore sunglasses, criticizing the pretentiousness of domestic stars as they moved with the crowd toward the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t walked two steps when a massive wave of people surged toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Don’t push!” Wen Xia raised her hands to shield her face and quickly sidestepped, only to find more people crowding in from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s happening?” Luo Quan frowned, her tone sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people weren’t passengers—this was a one-way exit-only corridor; no one would push inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Yan! Wang Yan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yanyan, I love you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several girls screamed a female star’s name, their eyes fixed on another exit—where the crowd was even thicker than where Luo Quan and Wen Xia stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That must be the star who leaked her whereabouts,” Wen Xia swam through the crowd, but as a girl, her strength was negligible—she was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who the hell is Wang Yan? This crowd’s insane—there must be five or six hundred people here!” Luo Quan was in a bad mood, her voice loud and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Xia pushed through the crowd, sighing: “A young actress. She had a popular ancient costume palace drama this year—second-tier domestic female star.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan sneered: “No wonder. The most pretentious people are always those stuck in the middle—silent when full, noisy when half-empty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you talking about?” A female fan beside Luo Quan turned, glaring at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan’s face was expressionless: “I didn’t say you. Why are you so worked up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did Wang Yan do to you? If you don’t like her, just leave quietly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are they really throwing fan-culture slogans at me? Luo Quan snapped: “You’re blocking our path—how am I supposed to walk? Why not meet her outside the airport? You’re chasing stars here and acting like it’s your right? It’s ridiculous!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! I hate these fucking stans—they’re all asking for it!” A grumpy man behind Luo Quan erupted. Other passengers joined in, voicing their complaints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the fans clearly ignored the criticism. The girl who’d argued with Luo Quan even pulled out her phone and pointed it at her: “I’m one of the moderators for Wang Yan’s super topic. Say what you just said again—I guarantee you’ll trend tonight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the camera, Luo Quan wasn’t fazed: “Say it ten times? Fine! She’s a mediocre star—why can’t she just leave quietly? Why arrange all these people to meet her? You think more fans equals more popularity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fan remained calm: “Dare you take off your sunglasses? What’s the point of hiding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You people are obsessed with fandom,” Luo Quan laughed bitterly. “So you want to doxx me after I take off my sunglasses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just curious what kind of face someone so bitter and cruel has. Your real face must be ugly—otherwise why wear sunglasses in broad daylight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan and Wen Xia exchanged glances, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With people like this, normal logic won’t work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since we’re stuck anyway, I’ll play along.” Luo Quan removed her sunglasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan never flaunted her appearance, but today was an exception: “Does my face not meet your standards?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fan just held up her phone, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fan shouted: “So you’re foreign? This is China! Our stars don’t need foreigners to judge them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not entirely useless—at least you’re patriotic. But causing public congestion deserves criticism.” Luo Quan pulled out her ID from her bag: “Also, I’m a pure-blooded Chinese citizen. Don’t try to use nationality against me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fans fell silent. The super topic moderator reluctantly put away her phone and turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan put her sunglasses back on, puzzled—no one recognized her. She assumed her appearance was highly distinctive, but apparently she’d overestimated her fame in China.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then again—fourteen billion people. How could everyone know a new female singer with a foreign face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a group of black-clad bodyguards emerged from the corridor. These tall, muscular men easily parted the crowd, and the fans obediently stepped aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the bodyguards and agents, Wang Yan, masked and head down, walked out of the corridor. Fans called out to her; hidden paparazzi aimed their cameras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wang Yan left, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the corridor returned to normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If any super topic moderator dares to meet a star at the airport again, I’ll fire her!” Luo Quan planted her hands on her hips and swore fiercely, watching the frenzied fans.\u003C\u002Fp>",1015,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d533d6844d0b1b0684834fa0011291e2059a48b63012150acbbab038b3f4ec3f","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-66","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-64",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]