[{"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-5":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},2295791,4491,"Chapter 5: Aunt Ruan Is Soft!","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>“He Chen, don’t say any more—go to your class first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Shuai sensed the goddess’s body trembling and knew this couldn’t continue; he interjected anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Coach Pan, then we’re off,” Fang Yifan’s eyes lit up as he chimed in with a smirk and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wasn’t talking to you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way,” He Chen flatly refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is going on with you two!” Pan Shuai, seeing no other option, forcibly ignored He Chen and turned to Ji Yangyang and Fang Yifan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re in senior year and still fighting! Ji Yangyang, driving a car like this as a high school student—is this about showing off? And bringing it onto campus? You know this seriously violates school rules, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know,” Ji Yangyang wanted to give Coach Pan some face for his impressive driving, but with so many people watching—and He Chen, who constantly mocked him for breaking rules, standing nearby—he wouldn’t back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t know?” Before Pan Shuai could speak, Li Tiegun, too furious to utter a word, loudly took over the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! Not knowing school rules is great! Later, you’ll read the school rules carefully and memorize the Student Code of Conduct!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Fang Yifan snickering, he immediately turned to him: “What are you laughing at? You’ll stay with him and learn how to be a proper high school student!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan’s smile vanished. Seeing Li Tiegun hadn’t turned toward He Chen, he retorted defiantly: “Teacher Li, what about He Chen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Him? Same deal!” Li Tiegun replied without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Shuai silently cursed—too late to stop it. He Chen immediately refused: “Again, ignoring the facts and splitting the blame fifty-fifty? You’re a renowned teacher—this is all you’ve got? Anyone can play peacemaker. Do you even deserve your reputation and bonus?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How am I playing peacemaker!!!” Li Tiegun exploded: “They’re wrong, but are you completely innocent? What are you laughing at!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the amusement on He Chen’s flawless face, he grew even angrier: “Ji Yangyang wanted to hit you—wasn’t it because you were sneering and provoking him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m laughing at your classic tactic: ‘They’re wrong, but aren’t you at fault too?’” He Chen smiled. “That ‘a little fault’ is worth examining.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the ratio between your ‘little fault’ and their fault? Fifty percent? That’s why you’re giving both sides fifty lashes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I’m one percent and they’re ninety-nine percent, why are you fixating on my one percent? What does that make you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can play that game too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re wrong—but isn’t it possible you, as their teacher, have no fault at all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since ancient times, it’s been said: ‘If students misbehave, it’s the teacher’s laziness!’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Their fault—don’t you, as their teacher, bear too much responsibility?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re fighting now that they’re in senior year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve been like this since freshman and sophomore year!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why wasn’t this properly corrected back then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was it that you didn’t know how to manage them—or were you too afraid to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you didn’t know how, now that they’re in senior year, why are you only blowing up now—not at them, but at me, the student with this so-called ‘tiny fault’? How can you even face yourself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Their current rule-breaking, arrogance, and laziness—this is exactly what you’ve nurtured over two years!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t tell me you only teach senior year and never taught them before—it’s not your fault. Just answer this: are you a teacher or not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As a fellow teacher, do you really have zero fault?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you’re not just a teacher—you’re the grade head, a junior leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you were afraid—that explains everything!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A history teacher in the office, munching on the drama, nearly burst out laughing and coughed repeatedly to cover it, helpless under his colleagues’ disapproving glares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d watched the new Three Kingdoms series; He Chen’s words instantly brought that scene to mind. This wasn’t yet the era of endless internet memes—he’d never imagined such a usage, and couldn’t help smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pan Shuai was frantic inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were stuck here, and parents wouldn’t arrive for a while. He seriously doubted whether his goddess could survive until then without collapsing from rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thankfully, someone finally came to rescue them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen’s sophomore homeroom teacher, hearing the commotion, finally arrived and called He Chen outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Pan Shuai’s hopeful gaze, He Chen showed some face to the teacher who’d treated his former self kindly and followed him out—but stopped right at the door, making it clear this wasn’t over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ji Yangyang, why did you drive your car onto campus? Do you have a license?” Li Tiegun, calmed slightly by Pan Shuai’s soothing, turned to Ji Yangyang. When Ji produced his license, he was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When did you get it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just turned eighteen—got it yesterday,” Ji Yangyang replied coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Tiegun flipping through the license, Fang Yifan immediately leaned in, his face nearly touching Li’s. Li snapped at him, but Fang grinned: “Teacher, let me check—this might be fake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you insulting? Does Junior Ji need a fake license?” Just as Li Tiegun closed the license, intending to drop the matter, He Chen’s calm voice came from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What you should really check is the issue date! Go back further—subtract the minimum one month required to learn driving—and see if he started before he was legal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If so, which driving school gave him special treatment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the ninety-nine percent of facts you should be focusing on!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At these words, Pan Shuai and Ji Yangyang both paled. He Chen didn’t stop—he explained why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He has a rich uncle who gave him a 3-million-yuan Ferrari straight into senior year. His indulgence is obvious. He has a racetrack at home, shows up to school in racing gear, doesn’t study, and acts like he’s another Han Han. With resources, motive, and a reckless, cruel personality—who believes he never drove before turning eighteen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He Chen, say less—go back to your class!” His sophomore homeroom teacher hurried to urge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” He Chen refused. “My Aunt Ruan is coming soon. I’m afraid someone will bully her because she’s soft.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Everyone fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just because your Aunt Ruan’s surname is Ruan, you think she’s the soft one to be picked on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But everyone pictured Professor Ruan’s face and demeanor—she’d be perfect playing a delicate, pitiful role, full of subtle charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a bullied little cabbage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Lin Daiyu, tormented by frost and wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that light, He Chen’s “soft” referring to Aunt Ruan’s surname—Ruan—was oddly fitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Ruan is soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who, then, is hard? It was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Tiegun’s face turned ashen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d never imagined He Chen—once merely known as the handsome school idol, quiet and mild-mannered—would transform completely after one summer into someone so unruly, sharp-tongued, and aggressive.\u003C\u002Fp>",1111,"2026-06-20T05:35:49.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8365eee1330406f445418ce7b424d2b6c982f9ffce6575d84556637e9e24b304","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-6","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-4",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdaily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-cover.jpg"]