[{"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-36":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},2295822,4491,"Chapter 36: The Scholar-Star Was Me All Along!","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-36",36,"\u003Cp>“You’re truly a genius!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his nephew’s condition was off, Ji Yangyang’s uncle hurried forward to praise He Chen: “Even among professional racers, he’s among the most gifted!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But why pretend to be a fool to make Yangyang suffer like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t much,” He Chen said coolly. “There are so many people in China; what’s least lacking are real geniuses. What’s lacking are the conditions to let these true geniuses unleash their talents!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for making things difficult?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s even less true!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just helping him recognize his limits early, so he doesn’t end up neither here nor there, pretending to be cool by skipping school to chase Han Han’s racing dreams—and misleading ordinary students who don’t have his Roman-family background to copy him and go astray!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Yangyang’s face flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to refute, but had no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because He Chen’s talent truly crushed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If more people like He Chen flooded into racing, he might lose all interest in it, just as he had with studying for the college entrance exam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, his long-held dream of becoming a racer had suddenly lost all appeal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he remembered writing the essay “My Dream” in the Chinese exam that morning, smugly drawing only a race car—and now, thinking back, it brought no satisfaction at all, only shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still not convinced?” He Chen had no interest in listening to Ji Yangyang’s uncle’s flattery meant to soothe his nephew’s frustration, and turned to Ji Yangyang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you still can’t handle it, then try again! But you only have eleven chances left!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why eleven chances?” Deng Xiaoqi stared at He Chen with shining eyes, utterly fascinated by every move he made.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve already raced twice. Eleven more makes thirteen races!” He Chen explained matter-of-factly. “If you lose 7-0, I think even you, Prince Ji, wouldn’t dare keep showing your face—would you still refuse to admit defeat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, if you keep losing, I’ll keep racing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But beyond 7-0, it’s truly unnecessary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have that much time to waste here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again!” Ji Yangyang glared at He Chen with red eyes: “Best of five!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine!” He Chen had no objection, and his regard for Ji Yangyang rose slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least he wasn’t one who’d lost all dignity, chasing the lowest bottom of humiliation—he was already stronger than many adults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third race began. Ji Yangyang tensed every muscle, determined to win at least once—but when he gave his all, he could only watch as He Chen executed drifts around corners worthy of the Qiumingshan God of Driving, a technique he’d only seen in movies, and fell into utter despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped controlling the car entirely, letting it crash into the track’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yangyang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ji Yangyang’s uncle rushed over in alarm, Ji Yangyang climbed out of the car, removed his helmet, stared at his beloved custom helmet, then smashed it violently onto the expert-tuned custom kart, let out a furious roar, and ran off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could he act like that…” Deng Xiaoqi was startled by Ji Yangyang’s outburst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s so strange about it?” He Chen, having reached the finish line, also got out, removed his helmet, and smiled in warning: “In Dream of the Red Chamber, Jia Baoyu groveled before beautiful girls, the most attentive and fawning of them all—but when he truly got angry, he smashed teacups, chased maids away, kicked them in the kidneys—was any of that like him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But they’re all just him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These young masters, no matter how gentle and kind on the surface, their inner rage and arrogance are two sides of the same coin—only waiting for the chance to show.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even Jia Baoyu was like this—what more so for Prince Ji, who routinely fights with his own hands?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He Chen, you’re incredible!” Deng Xiaoqi snapped out of her shock at Ji Yangyang’s outburst, clasped her hands before her chest, eyes sparkling as she praised him endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re this good after just learning racing—if you became a professional racer, you’d definitely win the world championship!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not interested,” He Chen waved his hand and walked away. “I don’t need this high-barrier, niche extreme sport to prove myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True,” Deng Xiaoqi hurried to catch up, glancing sideways with a dreamy look at He Chen’s face. “With your talent, if you took the arts entrance exam and became a star, you’d be top-tier!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to steal your title as the scholar-star!” He Chen teased, seeing her bring it up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t make fun of me,” Deng Xiaoqi blushed. “My academic scores are terrible—how could I be a scholar-star? If you’re talking about scholar-stars, Wang Yidi is far more likely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice dropped as she spoke the last part, her expression turning complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yidi, like her, was an arts candidate, also good-looking, with truly excellent family background—and she was a real scholar-star.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ranked among the top thirty in the entire grade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the lowest of the top thirty could still aim for Tsinghua or Peking University—true scholar-stars. If she took the arts path, who else could possibly claim the title of scholar-star? It’d be her, no contest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be modest!” He Chen smiled. “In my eyes, as long as you enter the entertainment industry, with your conditions, you’re definitely a true scholar-star!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t believe me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let me test you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s 68 plus 36 plus 16?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you were born in 1998, how old were you in 2004?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many years is 607 days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are 5, 10, and 30 odd numbers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know the multiplication table?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s seven times eight?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s eight times seven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s seven times five?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s three times four?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Deng Xiaoqi answered quickly at first, but as He Chen’s questions grew simpler and simpler, treating her like a primary school student, her smile faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the point?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is he treating me like an idiot?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if my grades aren’t great, they’re only relatively bad—I consistently score over five hundred in liberal arts. Yet he’s quizzing me on these?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t misunderstand!” He Chen noticed her expression, stopped the quiz, and smiled to explain: “I’m not looking down on you! I’m just stating facts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These questions you think are stupid—many stars in the entertainment industry can’t answer any of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And yet some still dare claim they always score full marks in math.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In this educational environment of the entertainment industry, can your grades still qualify you as a true scholar-star?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Deng Xiaoqi widened her eyes, unable to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this were true, she wouldn’t even need to craft a persona—she’d be a genuine, no-pretense scholar-star of the entertainment industry!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she aspired to be a star and paid attention to the industry, this wasn’t over a decade later—stars’ true colors hadn’t yet been widely exposed online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The public still knew them only through promotional reports—how could they imagine something so outrageous?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s true!” He Chen smiled sardonically. “No one else can carry the title of scholar-star in the entertainment industry—only someone like you, a true scholar-star, can handle it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you and them all went to the Nobel Prize, you’d win the Nobel Prize in Mathematics!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s ‘handle,’ not ‘carry authority,’ and the Nobel Prize doesn’t have a math award...” Deng Xiaoqi instinctively corrected him—but meeting He Chen’s smile, she instantly realized he was mocking the entertainment stars. He probably knew some of them mispronounced “handle” as “carry authority” and believed the Nobel had a math prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good heavens!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If He Chen was telling the truth, then she’d be completely out of place—and have no future if she actually entered?\u003C\u002Fp>",1261,"2026-06-20T05:35:49.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f5de2319986edf0801dd4cbff48ccc1b4403bfe03982f78ec2ea7ad5c939ea63","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-37","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-35",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdaily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-cover.jpg"]