[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres":3,"chapter-daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-22":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Daily Life in a Multiverse: My Superpowers Refresh Every Season",{"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},2295808,4491,"Chapter 22: You don","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>Inside the movie theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone took their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Tiantian, sitting beside him, claimed the seat to He Chen’s left without hesitation, while Ruan Liuzheng sat to his right, with Xia Xue seated next to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Miaomiao and the others sat in the front row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the movie started, she kept turning around to talk to everyone, repeatedly asking He Chen which character he liked best in the film—until Fang Yifan, seated nearby in the dark, angrily scolded her for lacking public decency, forcing her to sit up straight and wait for the movie to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen smiled toward Fang Yifan’s direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruan Liuzheng, seated to his right, couldn’t help tugging his sleeve, leaning close to his ear with a blush: “Stop it, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I never planned to cause trouble,” He Chen smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhenzhen, don’t you see?” Xia Xue also leaned in to whisper to Ruan Liuzheng: “He doesn’t even need to deliberately provoke—he just showing up makes Fang Yifan uncomfortable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruan Liuzheng immediately widened her eyes to observe He Chen’s reaction; seeing him smile silently, she finally understood why he’d suddenly invited her to the movie—and felt both annoyed and amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could whisper to her best friend Xia Xue about whether all men were this combative, the movie began, forcing her to suppress her complaints and focus on the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, Hollywood blockbusters hadn’t yet become so politically correct as they would in the future; their tone was pure sensory stimulation—handsome men, beautiful women, gunfights, explosions—anything that thrilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching a blockbuster on the big screen in the theater was still quite entertaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen had watched Mission: Impossible before in his past life, but never in a theater; the plot had long faded from memory, and rewatching it now was surprisingly enjoyable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dull moments at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they knew it, the movie ended; everyone rose with reluctance, chatting about their impressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People gathered in small groups, enthusiastically discussing the plot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m heading home!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the girls head off together to the restroom, Du Tiantian greeted He Chen and left immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only because school hadn’t officially started yet, and because his desk partner—a friend who’d changed so dramatically—had personally invited him; otherwise, given his real desire to return home and ease his mother’s burdens, coupled with his mediocre talent, he would never have joined such an activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen stood outside with Qian Sanyi, waiting for the girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan, who had come with Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao, also waited outside, glaring fiercely at He Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen grinned and walked straight over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t,” Qian Sanyi quickly pulled He Chen back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Fang Yifan had clearly provoked himself, He Chen was truly ruthless—he’d sent Fang Yifan’s father to jail without warning, and now he was walking over again, making the previously fierce Fang Yifan take a startled step backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax, I know my limits,” He Chen smiled firmly as he walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?” Fang Yifan forced a fierce glare, but as He Chen approached, he suddenly remembered Ji Yangyang’s screams and his own inexplicable, involuntary outburst of profanity in public—and his courage faltered; he glared at He Chen, all bluster and no substance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m here to remind you,” He Chen looked down at him: “You don’t think this is over, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?” Fang Yifan lifted his chin stubbornly, as if daring He Chen to make his move—he’d take it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you give me a turtle?” He Chen grinned maliciously: “You know exactly what you meant by it—but you forgot that ‘turtle’ can be a noun, but also a verb—and force is reciprocal. Whoever’s stronger controls the initiative!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you saying?” Fang Yifan felt a heavy dread settle over his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What am I saying?” He Chen smirked: “Senior year starts soon. Before the class placement diagnostic exam, let me give you a reading comprehension assignment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to Ruan Liuzheng, who was walking out of the restroom: “Did you tell her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruan Liuzheng scowled, refusing to speak to He Chen—but seeing him glance casually behind her, she realized something and quickly nodded: “I told her! Let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This cryptic exchange made Fang Yifan even more uneasy—he felt something terrible was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as his goddess Huang Zhitao and his childhood friend Qiao Yingzi stepped out side by side, He Chen nodded and smiled at his goddess, while Qiao Yingzi, bold and tomboyish, awkwardly avoided his gaze—and Huang Zhitao gave a slight nod. A crisp sound of his heart breaking echoed in his ears; he stared, eyes blazing, at He Chen’s retreating back as he joined Ruan Liuzheng and Lin Miaomiao: “You’re ruthless! No honor!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong with him?” Lin Miaomiao turned back curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Sanyi looked thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruan Liuzheng scowled, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the movie ended, He Chen whispered a few words to her, urging her to approach Huang Zhitao herself—nearly driving her mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Great.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d gone to all the trouble of inviting her to the movie just to use her as a matchmaker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she’d guessed he was doing this to annoy Fang Yifan; otherwise, she didn’t believe He Chen—who barely acknowledged the school beauties—would be interested in Huang Zhitao, who barely qualified as class beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she’d agreed anyway; after his question outside, her suspicion was confirmed—and she was still furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she feared that if she refused to cooperate, He Chen might lose patience and act directly through her as the “matchmaker,” and Huang Zhitao might collapse under the pressure—making things worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no choice but to choose the lesser evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From over there came Fang Yifan’s anxious, agitated voice: “What did he say to you?”—and she felt a pang of sympathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any man would feel anxious and agitated if his goddess was suddenly targeted by such a handsome guy—one who clearly had ill intent and was already his rival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially someone as impulsive and quick-tempered as Fang Yifan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when Huang Zhitao, predictably, brushed him off with “Nothing,” Fang Yifan grew even more frantic and furious, pacing around his goddess, attacking He Chen and demanding she tell him exactly what He Chen had said so he could analyze the malice behind it—making Ruan Liuzheng’s heart race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at He Chen and saw him smiling calmly—and she became even more certain: Fang Yifan was right. This had all been planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen was in high spirits. Coming to this movie was worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d done it on purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan had dared to send him a turtle as a provocation; sending his father to jail had been the fair response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, He Chen wasn’t the type to escalate to life-or-death feuds over every slight—he just wanted those who annoyed him to feel pain and learn their lesson, so they’d stop jumping in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even after his father was jailed, Fang Yifan still happily watched the movie with his goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan’s father could endure such public humiliation—but He Chen couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike the snake at its seventh vertebra. Strike the dog through its goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What better way to make a sycophant squirm than to have his goddess targeted by his enemy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with normal psychology, imagining the dark martial arts drama his goddess might face, would feel that deliciously bitter twist—Fang Yifan should understand it better than anyone right now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he certainly didn’t want to understand it better than anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>",1240,"2026-06-20T05:35:49.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","695c3e3db39ce448d01d32441688c1dc5501a0cdc29da06ef6fb82bc3522aeea","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-23","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-21",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdaily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-cover.jpg"]