[{"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-37":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},2295823,4491,"Chapter 37","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>“He Chen, you’re funny.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Xiaoqi laughed until she was shaking, then waited for He Chen to take off his racing suit and followed him out of Ji Yangyang’s uncle’s racetrack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she was thinking how to linger longer with He Chen—whether to invite him to dinner or to walk home with him—a familiar voice came from behind, making her shiver and whirl around; she awkwardly called out: “Mom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiaoqi, what are you doing here?” Deng Xiaoqi’s mother was stylishly dressed and had a certain charm; she asked her daughter, but her eyes never left He Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my classmate, He Chen!” Deng Xiaoqi hastily gave a vague introduction: “Mom, what are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just drove by and saw you two,” Deng Xiaoqi’s mother smiled meaningfully. “Xiaoqi, it’s almost time for class—go on ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay, I’m going right away!” Deng Xiaoqi replied, turning to He Chen: “Goodbye, He Chen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Goodbye!” He Chen nodded to the mother and daughter and left first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A classmate?” Deng Xiaoqi’s mother watched He Chen go, then gave her daughter a sly smile: “I don’t remember you having a classmate like him—and the class assignment exam isn’t even over; there can’t be any new changes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, don’t overthink it!” Deng Xiaoqi immediately felt embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiaoqi, I’m an open-minded mother—I know how hormones flare up at your age, how easy it is to develop feelings for the opposite sex. I’m not strictly against you having a crush.” Deng Xiaoqi’s mother dropped her smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you can’t just pick randomly! Looks alone are the worst choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Believe me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t lead you astray.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Among the boys you’ve met, your favorite before was Qian Sanyi—his family background, intelligence, and appearance are all top-tier; that’s the best choice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next is Jiang Tianhao, who likes you—he doesn’t match Qian Sanyi in family, intellect, or looks, but he’s still decent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If your crush is one of them, I won’t say a word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hasn’t that been the case these past two years?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, why are you saying all this?” Deng Xiaoqi couldn’t take it anymore and cut in: “He Chen is a real genius—he’s incredibly talented!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Talent doesn’t put food on the table!” Deng Xiaoqi’s mother shook her head. “You’re too young—you don’t know what true talent really means!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!” Deng Xiaoqi was both ashamed and annoyed: “I know what I want—just leave me alone! I have my own judgment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was your age once too—how can I believe you have any judgment?” Deng Xiaoqi’s mother suppressed the words, “If you had judgment, you wouldn’t be like this,” and sighed: “Especially since this He Chen—on first glance—is just too attractive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But believe me—he’s not right for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have better options for love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s right or wrong?” Deng Xiaoqi retorted. “What I like is right! If love is calculated too clearly, is it even love? Mom, have you ever had love?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Deng Xiaoqi’s mother had no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Deng Xiaoqi felt a pang of regret—but then she thought of her mother’s disdain for He Chen, and of all the uncles who had come to their house over the years, each uglier than the last; recently, the one closest to her mother was even shorter than her and bald, yet she clung to him like a little bird... Her eyes welled up. She didn’t want to say another word, muttered “I’m going to class,” and strode off with her long legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that He Chen wasn’t good enough for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that she wasn’t good enough for him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thank you, Mom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You just reminded me of that again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why don’t you come over and throw money at me to stay away from Deng Xiaoqi?” He Chen thought, amused as he walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s right!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Deng Xiaoqi’s mother acted well, to He Chen—whose senses had been sharpened by martial training—her hostility was impossible to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another one who looks down on a poor boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that’s normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Chinese soap operas, poverty is a sin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard a poor child works or how outstanding they are, they’re always subtly or openly looked down upon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At critical moments, they always face the “test of money, career, and love”—and just then, the once-excellent poor child begins to “lose control,” forcibly turning villainous, becoming the antagonist in the rise of the second-generation who only know how to show off and chase girls, crushed underfoot, their hard-won status and girlfriend handed over as if it were destiny to the “naturally kind, uninterested in fame or fortune” second-generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There must also be a forced moment of repentance from the poor child—that’s the real “happy ending.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost without exception!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every drama has such a character, more or less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so-called campus comedies are no different—whether protagonist or supporting cast, there’s almost always a tragic poor character meant to make the protagonists sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the poor genius boy who works himself to exhaustion to support his family, only to be driven mad by his parents, then commits suicide after getting into Qinghua or Peking University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if it were clearly telling everyone: the poor are miserable, deserving of contempt and distance—even if a poor family produces a genius who works incredibly hard, it’s still useless; only those born rich have the foundation for all happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how good He Chen’s appearance and aura are, if his clothes aren’t luxury brands and he doesn’t wear a watch worth tens of thousands, discrimination was bound to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But He Chen didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even looked forward to encountering this classic soap-opera plot—it would be interesting, wouldn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving aside how the other person felt, he personally thought it would be fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shuxiang Yayuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The small two-bedroom apartment rented by Ji Yangyang’s family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Ji Yangyang’s uncle wanted to rent them a better place, but his sister refused, claiming her husband preferred modesty and disliked luxury, and settled for the smallest, worst one available.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, when trying to arrange her husband’s favorite Chinese furniture, she talked him out of it too, so she claimed she wouldn’t buy expensive things—only “ordinary” Chinese furniture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now Ji Yangyang and his parents had moved in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The couple, finally free from social obligations, waited at home for their son’s return—but he never showed up; calls went unanswered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s definitely off playing cars with Liu Zheng again!” Ji’s father grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll call and check—don’t get angry. Didn’t we agree to try understanding Yangyang calmly?” Ji’s mother dialed her brother while soothing her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji’s father suppressed his anger, and when his wife reached his brother, he gave her a look; she immediately smiled: “Yangyang’s with you? Your brother-in-law plans to visit your racetrack tomorrow—he might even try racing himself, to understand Yangyang’s interests... What? Yangyang doesn’t like racing anymore? Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When her brother explained what had happened, Ji’s mother’s face darkened instantly: “That’s too much!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1150,"2026-06-20T05:35:49.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4f52d9bc3142ff0df360382cf64637b12820ebce87289667596178570980fb14","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-38","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-36",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdaily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-cover.jpg"]