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Thank you to book friend 140508020752589 for the book coins, thank you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please maintain order and avoid overcrowding,” Luo Quan said into the microphone on the temporary stage, addressing the sea of fans before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time she held a fan meeting here, there were only about a thousand fans; today, the number was incalculable—there were at least five or six thousand inside the venue, and even more outside, too late to get in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even knowing they couldn’t enter, fans kept arriving nonstop, just to catch a glimpse of Luo Quan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the initial chaos inside the venue, calm gradually settled, everyone gazing at Luo Quan, their eyes shimmering with admiration or affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you all so much for coming to this event. The tremendous success of the album ‘Coming of Age’ would not have been possible without your support. On behalf of everyone involved in its production, I offer my deepest gratitude!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Luo Quan bowed deeply to the fans—a ninety-degree bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this country where bowing is most cherished, Luo Quan rarely bowed at all, especially not ninety-degree bows—only twice in her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time was at a fan meeting; the second, now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Luo Quan performed three songs live for the fans. Though the sound system was terrible, her voice—like a walking CD—made up for it, proving once again that singing quality has little to do with equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this wasn’t a concert, after the three songs ended, though fans still wanted more, Luo Quan didn’t sing another—because the reporters waiting below were already impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As one of Japan’s most popular stars today, Luo Quan, aside from attending school, rarely leaves her home, leaving countless media reporters sighing in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She is a walking traffic magnet—any photo of her, posted online, draws tens or hundreds of thousands of clicks. Yet Luo Quan never gives them the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, this fan appreciation event’s interview opportunity became all the more precious—if they missed this, Luo Quan might vanish again for one or two months!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To extract explosive stories, many media reporters had prepared their biggest questions, waiting for Luo Quan to signal them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sure the media friends have been waiting long enough. Please ask your questions, starting from the left.” Luo Quan smiled and gestured toward the male reporter holding a microphone labeled “Tokyo Television.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The male reporter beamed and pushed forward: “Your personal details since debut have been very simple—only your hometown and education were mentioned. Nothing about your physique, preferences, or habits. Could you share something now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan blinked in surprise: “Why would anyone care about that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone says Tokyo Television is bizarre—now she’d seen it. Shouldn’t they be asking about her love life? Or at least her next plans? Why start with such trivial matters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporter pressed gently: “Actually, fans care deeply about these details. Most celebrities don’t hide them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Luo Quan turned and whispered to Miki.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miki scratched his head awkwardly: “You don’t have to say, but eventually someone will figure it out anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand.” Luo Quan nodded, turned back, and said: “Height 173 cm, weight—I’m not sure, maybe 90 jin. As for measurements… I think it’s 92-59-94.” Recently, Raphael had taken her measurements to design outfits, so she remembered the numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Male fans in the venue suddenly erupted in excited shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sugoi! Pure golden proportions!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No wonder she’s mixed—this kind of natural talent is impossible for Asians.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“90 jin and such a tiny waist? How?” A female fan glanced at her own belly, eyes brimming with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you like to eat, or any special hobbies?” the reporter continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I like apples and bananas. I’m not picky about meals, but I absolutely love pork floss bread for breakfast—I could eat it forever.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for special habits… does reading count? I know it sounds like boasting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters laughed. The interviewer grinned: “That absolutely counts—and it’s a wonderful habit. Thank you, Luo Quan. My question is done.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next reporter was from Shukan Bunshun, Japan’s largest entertainment magazine—the same one that previously caused Luo Quan trouble with its report on “disrespecting seniors.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The questioner was a female reporter, wearing glasses, her voice sharp: “Luo Quan, rumors say you have a relationship with Crown Prince Keimiya Masaru beyond ordinary classmates. Is that true?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reporters perked up—this was the main event! No one expected Shukan Bunshun to be so bold, launching straight into such a sensitive question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not true,” Luo Quan replied calmly, shaking her head. “I’ve only met Crown Prince Keimiya a few times. We’re not close—just ordinary classmates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The female reporter pressed: “Have you ever thought about deepening your relationship with him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all. I’ve barely spoken to him. But Crown Prince Keimiya is approachable—perhaps we’ll become good friends someday. After all, who wouldn’t want to be friends with a good-natured handsome guy?” Luo Quan’s answer shut down the reporter’s next line of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She praised Keimiya Masaru while clearly stating she had no romantic interest—perfectly diplomatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Luo Quan. My question is finished,” the female reporter said with polite smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reporters took turns asking questions. Most were unconventional, slightly sensitive. But Luo Quan’s social life had always been simple—so far, the only male celebrity she’d ever been linked to was Keimiya Masaru, so answering wasn’t difficult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just told the truth—she’d never had any feelings for Keimiya Masaru, not once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all this buildup, with no explosive revelations, most reporters were disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tokyo Television’s reporter likely gained the most—they’d extracted plenty of personal details, especially her modeling-worthy measurements: the perfect hook for tonight’s gossip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the Q&A ended, the final segment of today’s fan appreciation event began: autograph signing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With so many fans present, Luo Quan couldn’t sign for everyone. To be fair, they’d draw numbers to select 100 lucky fans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The company had already prepared 100 50×50 cm photos of Luo Quan, mounted on plastic boards—perfect for collectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The draw results came quickly. Those who won jumped up, cheering wildly; most fans stared at their phones displaying “Sorry,” filled with disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the winners were scattered throughout the venue, moving them to the stage caused minor chaos—too many people, too crowded. But Luo Quan maintained order on stage, preventing things from worsening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, two towering men, each 1.8 meters tall, suddenly climbed onto the stage, triggering gasps from the reporters below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their first reaction wasn’t to stop them—they all raised their cameras at once, lights flashing wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Quan caught sight of them from the corner of her eye, her brows knitting slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both stood 1.8 meters tall, their fat jiggling like jelly as they ran. Worse, they wore nothing but loincloths—naked as sumo wrestlers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their target was clear: they lunged toward Luo Quan with open arms, their faces twisted in obsession. If they grabbed her, who knew what disgusting things might happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Luo Quan’s composure was exceptional. Most girls would’ve screamed in panic—but she grabbed the microphone from the table and hurled it at the fat man’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang… buzzzz…” A piercing electrical screech erupted as the mic struck his face, echoing through the stadium. He clutched his nose, crouching down as blood gushed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other fat man had already lunged at Luo Quan. Miki and others had just reacted—but it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that size and speed, if Luo Quan, a girl, got tackled, she’d likely break bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Luo Quan seemed frozen in terror, standing motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless male fans roared, desperate to rush forward and protect their goddess. Female fans covered their eyes, unable to watch what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Luo Quan were an ordinary girl, she’d be in terrible shape now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she wasn’t an ordinary girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one swift step, she advanced, elbow snapping upward—crashing straight into the fat man’s chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fat man clearly knew some basic martial arts. Seeing her obvious attack, he instantly raised his right hand to block his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was waiting for that!” Luo Quan’s eyes flashed cold. As her right elbow was blocked, her left hand shot out like lightning, gripping his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both hands locked, she channeled all her strength into one motion, roaring loudly—then hurled the massive man clean over her shoulder and slammed him onto the ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A textbook shoulder throw.\u003C\u002Fp>",1385,"2026-06-20T22:54:01.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","695b4341439b0eb51f11e7f2fb431bad8b0e095953a9bbf9daa4bcb2d0ccfda0","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-94","becoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-chapter-92",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecoming-a-goddess-in-tokyo-cover.jpg"]