[{"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-90":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},2339074,4573,"Chapter 90: Strength","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>Yun Jingxiao looked excited: “Then what song should I sing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As president of Aileshe, Yun Jingxiao truly loved singing, but fate had given him a voice so terrible that every time he opened his mouth, it was a torment to himself and others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had nearly given up and decided to quietly become just a guitarist, until Luo Quan told him there was still hope—how could he not be overjoyed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan answered seriously: “I’ll need to study it further when I get back, but I can tell you plainly: your voice is an exceptionally rare asset.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are so many genres of music; it’s not only soft, romantic ballads that win popularity—even Yun Jingxiao’s raspy voice can win over an audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a clear answer, Yun Jingxiao’s mood improved significantly, and the conversation finally returned to the main topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me the rules of this Koma Festival singing competition,” Luo Quan said, sitting down wherever she could. Wherever she went, Aileshe members followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamino Suzune pulled out her phone and read from a script: “The competition lasts one day, with performances scheduled for morning, afternoon, and evening. After each performance, the audience may choose whether to vote for you. Final rankings are determined by the total votes from all three performances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan smiled: “That sounds like we have a big advantage—after all, the venue is at the University of Tokyo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamino Suzune shook her head: “Not quite. For fairness, each university is allocated only 1,000 voting tickets. Students must present their ID to receive one, and once the quota is reached, no more are issued.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan nodded: “So it’s purely up to individual merit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Jingxiao sighed: “If that’s the case, we’re not really worried.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why’s that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Jingxiao explained: “The University of Tokyo has dominated Japan as number one for too long. I think other universities’ students, out of jealousy or some other feeling, have been making agreements on Twitter to beat us this time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several student council presidents have already coordinated: all votes in this music competition will go to Kyoto University’s team. That team is an already-debuted band with a solid fanbase; if they get these votes too, we stand no chance against them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan frowned slightly: “Won’t the school intervene?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Jingxiao shook his head: “The student council president told us it’s meant as a test: either crush your opponents with absolute skill and keep the University of Tokyo’s top ranking within the rules, or learn to act like adults—court every possible ally and win outside the rules.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In short, the administration won’t interfere at all. They’re leaving everything to us. The president has already gone to seek help, but it seems few universities are willing to support us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So there’s actually this kind of maneuvering? No wonder the leadership of Japan’s top university thinks differently from ordinary people,” Luo Quan remarked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamino Suzune clenched her fist: “But now that you’re here, everything changes—you’re the goddess of Japanese youth!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan covered her mouth and laughed: “You flatter me. I can only say my songs happen to be popular with young people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A member shouted: “No way! My grandpa loves your songs too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After laughing, Luo Quan grew serious: “No matter how many difficulties this competition brings, those are problems for two months from now. We must focus on what’s right in front of us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, I want to see your skill level. Not because I don’t trust you—I just want to understand your abilities, since we’ll be a team from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy. We’ll each play a solo. I’m president, so I’ll go first,” Yun Jingxiao said, picking up his guitar and calmly plucking the strings. His movements were graceful and effortless, yet the melody he produced was extraordinarily beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Jingxiao played Luo Quan’s “Myall.” When she composed it, her hand was injured, so she used a computer to simulate the guitar sound. If played purely by hand, the melody would inevitably have slight pitch variations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Yun Jingxiao made no such mistakes—the melody and pitch matched the computer version almost exactly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Luo Quan’s guitar skills weren’t high, her musical literacy was unquestionable; she would never misjudge pitch or melody.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Yun Jingxiao finished, Luo Quan was the first to clap: “Incredible. I used a computer to produce the accompaniment for this song, and you replicated it perfectly by hand. Impressive!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miyano Natsuko said proudly: “Our president was once Asia’s youngest Level 10 guitarist. He’s also highly skilled with electric guitar, jazz guitar, and ukulele!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan nodded inwardly: No wonder he’s president—he really does have talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My turn,” Kamino Suzune said, sitting at a piano, placing her hands flat on the keys, her body still as if frozen—calm, serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her hands began dancing wildly across the keys, her body swaying with the violent motion of her arms. Each delicate press and strike of her slender fingers produced long or rapid notes, and when combined, they became an overwhelming cacophony—like a swarm of bees swirling around everyone’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her hands began to dance wildly across the piano keys, her body swaying with the violent tremors of her arms; each light press and firm press of her slender fingers produced a string of long or rapid notes, and when blended together, these notes became unbearably noisy, like a swarm of bees circling everyone’s ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov’s “Flight of the Bumblebee”—a piece favored by pianists and violinists alike to showcase technical prowess, a true virtuoso showpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Kamino Suzune wasn’t yet a professional pianist, but at her age, her skill was already remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Kamino Suzune finished, Miyano Natsuko took the stage with her violin, choosing the same piece: “Flight of the Bumblebee.” Her performance was equally astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan hadn’t expected such hidden talent in a small music club—three members already displayed such high skill. She wondered if Anzō Yū would surprise her too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as Anzō Yū sat down and picked up his drumsticks, a commotion at the door interrupted his performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to look: it was the karate club members entering, all male, laughing and chatting loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are they always this noisy?” Luo Quan whispered to Kamino Suzune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kamino Suzune’s expression turned grim: “Once training starts, it’ll be even louder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, everyone’s faces were uneasy—these karate club members’ arrival signaled something bad was about to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh… isn’t this the Goddess of Spring Water? What are you doing here?” A muscular boy from the karate club walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had merely glanced casually toward Aileshe, but there, unexpectedly, was a face he’d hoped to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m part of Aileshe now,” Luo Quan replied politely, though she didn’t recognize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy sighed: “That’s such a pity. If you’d joined our club, it’d be perfect… but your application to join Aileshe probably hasn’t been approved yet. Maybe you should reconsider?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yun Jingxiao’s face darkened: “Iwaki Eiji, is this how you poach members?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iwaki Eiji spread his hands innocently: “Luo Quan hasn’t officially joined Aileshe yet. How can this be poaching? I’m just encouraging her to reconsider which club she wants to join—our karate club has plenty of fun activities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iwazaki Eiji spread his hands helplessly: “Luoquan hasn’t officially joined Aileshe yet—how can this be called poaching? I’m just asking Luoquan to reconsider which club she wants to join, after all, our karate club has plenty of recreational activities behind the scenes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iwaki Eiji, thinking he had a chance, beamed: “Like sailing on yachts, surfing in Hawaii, skiing in Alaska, even gambling in Las Vegas—we’ve done all that last year, and this year we’ll have even more exciting new activities!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds rich and luxurious. But I’m a natural non-swimmer, hate the cold, despise gambling, and hate traveling far away. What then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Luo Quan reject every one of his proposed activities, even Iwaki Eiji realized what she meant: “So… you’re refusing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan nodded: “Actually, I never submitted an application to join Aileshe. I’ve always been a member of the Linguistics Society, and I have no intention of leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see… that’s too bad…” Iwaki Eiji murmured. Though his expression remained calm, the karate club members knew this was his prelude to rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keimi Masasaku stepped forward and placed a hand on Iwaki Eiji’s trembling shoulder: “Eiji-kun, don’t disturb Luo Quan and her group. Let’s just enjoy our own activities.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iwaki Eiji glanced at the Crown Prince, took a deep breath, and said: “Well… since Masasaku-kun asks, I can’t refuse. Fine, let it go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and walked toward the karate club’s practice area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks for helping out,” Yun Jingxiao nodded to Keimi Masasaku.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keimi Masasaku offered a graceful smile: “It was nothing. Eiji got scolded by his parents today and was in a bad mood. Don’t take it personally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miyano Natsuko glared: “It’s not the first or second time. When has it ever been anyone else we had to endure? Why don’t you go pick a fight with the judo club seniors next door?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quiet down,” Kamino Suzune tugged at her friend’s sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then, carry on,” Keimi Masasaku said as he left, stealing a glance at Luo Quan out of the corner of his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was glad—she hadn’t noticed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was heartbroken—she hadn’t looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt heartbroken, and she did not look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1560,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ef1475b9d83fe22f54f24fc283099d973fd3db8c004339d22acf4c99b841a17c","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-91","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-89",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]