[{"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-55":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},2295841,4491,"Chapter 55: The Most Filial Son in a Thousand Generations!","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-55",55,"\u003Cp>“Is there anything else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen smiled, signaling he was ready to leave if there wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you dare leave!” Fang Yifan, seeing He Chen actually meant to go, lost all reason to his rage and shouted to stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come over and have a go! Let’s see who’s better!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With you?” He Chen looked at him with contempt: “You can’t even catch a simple pass—do you even play basketball?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You dare look down on me?” Fang Yifan grew even angrier, snatched the basketball, and dribbled it vigorously between his legs, yelling: “I’ve learned a few new moves from Irving—crossover dribbles. Do you think I can’t shake you right onto the ground?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh!” He Chen replied with a Lu-style smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, challenge me one-on-one!” Fang Yifan, seeing He Chen wouldn’t respond, became even more convinced He Chen couldn’t play basketball, and his arrogance swelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I lose, I’ll call you Dad—how about it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!” He Chen stared at Fang Yifan in disbelief, then burst into laughter—he was utterly amused by this “greatest filial son of all time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So shameless!” Deng Xiaoqi, sensitive to this bet, spat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you lose, you still have to call me Dad!” Fang Yifan didn’t see anything wrong with the bet—he just added the second half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, dare you or not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wish!” He Chen smirked, barely holding back his laughter: “Look at your mom—does she even qualify?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Xiaoqi nodded in deep agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen was such a stunningly handsome guy—every beautiful girl their age could only dream of him, he was too scarce to share. Yet Fang Yifan’s old, faded mother actually wanted a piece of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if dragged in unwillingly by her son, she found it both repulsive and infuriating!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Though your mom doesn’t qualify, given that you just sent your dad to jail a few days ago and now, before his sentence ends in under a month, you’re already hunting for a new man for your poor mother—this ‘greatest filial son of all time’ act of filial piety—I accept your bet!” He Chen walked over, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the greatest filial son of all time!” Fang Yifan, hearing He Chen’s mockery, finally realized what his own bet implied—his face flushed crimson as he glared at He Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone watching nearby nearly collapsed laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teenagers impulsively betting to call each other “Dad” wasn’t especially strange or rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, young people have an instinctive, genetic urge to be the authority figure others call “Dad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not just teens—even grown men, older and wiser, still harbor a special passion and longing to be called “Dad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In every possible sense of the word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This enduring habit is as fixed as men’s preference for exclusive devotion to eighteen-year-old beauties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t that why they say: “Men are forever boys!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fang Yifan was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was used to making bets with “call me Dad” as the stakes—until He Chen exposed the core absurdity of it, turning him into a roaring laughingstock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether for Fang Yifan’s father now locked away, or for his lonely wife at home—it was too filial!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calling him the greatest filial son of all time was hilarious!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not scared, are you?” He Chen stepped onto the court, seeing Fang Yifan just glaring at him without moving—he knew Fang Yifan was backing down, but he wouldn’t let the chance to taunt him pass. He goaded him while gesturing for Fang Yifan’s former teammate to toss him the ball—he wanted to get a feel for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teammate had already become a spectator and happily complied, snatching up the ball and throwing it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t cooperate, the growing crowd of onlookers would’ve made sure someone else did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen took off his backpack, handed it to Deng Xiaoqi, then shrugged off his jacket and tossed it to her too. He gestured to Fang Yifan with a “come on” motion and began dribbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he dribbled, he tossed the ball up, caught it with his arm, passed it to his shoulder, then spun into a crossover dribble—and after turning, balanced the ball on his fingertip, spinning it continuously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked incredibly flashy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fang Yifan, watching, suddenly lit up with delight—his hesitation vanished: “Scared? I started this bet, didn’t I? Just wait—I’m going to crush you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many understood why he suddenly regained his confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because He Chen’s moves looked flashy, but any real basketball player could tell right away—he wasn’t skilled at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poor balance, weak strength, just hand control—barely the level of a middle schooler who’d just picked up basketball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this kind of ball-handling, how could he possibly compete against Fang Yifan, the basketball prince?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Xiaoqi and the other girls, however, thought differently—they believed He Chen’s dribbling was absolutely stunning and cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh my god!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d never imagined basketball could be played this beautifully!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already, some girls were screaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the commotion quickly spread across campus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Grade 12 intensive class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Yingzi and the others heard too, and rushed toward the court. At the gate, they spotted Lin Lei still oblivious, studying hard—so they called out: “Lin Lei, come with us! Your cousin Fang Yifan is provoking He Chen again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Lin Lei froze, then realized this must be the aftermath of the noon incident—he quickly stood up and followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they arrived, the basketball court was surrounded in three layers by students who’d rushed over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao finally squeezed through, saw Fang Yifan facing off against He Chen, and Qiao Yingzi couldn’t help shouting: “Fang Yifan, what are you up to now?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d figured it out—almost always, someone provoked He Chen first, and only then did he strike back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it had escalated to Fang Yifan’s favorite basketball court—clearly Fang Yifan had started another fight again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zhitao glanced at her friend, vaguely guessing why Fang Yifan had pulled this stunt—and secretly rejoiced that Fang Yifan didn’t know about Qiao Yingzi’s bold kiss with He Chen in the planetarium, or the conflict would’ve been far worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d fought over her and Ji Yangyang—wouldn’t he fight over Yingzi and He Chen too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t make me laugh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by the atmosphere, it’d only be more violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So annoying!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is a man-to-man battle—Yingzi, stay out of it! Watch how I humiliate him!” Fang Yifan declared confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike his shy cousin Lin Lei, he thrived on attention—the more people watching, the more energized he became. Now that so many had gathered, including his goddess and childhood friend, his fighting spirit soared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven baskets decide it!” He Chen smiled. “First to seven wins. You go first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven?” Fang Yifan sneered. “You think you’ll beat me 7-0? Do you think I’m Ji Yangyang, that useless waste? You shoot first—I’ll save you the excuse of complaining if you lose!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Ji Yangyang, coolly approaching with his usual dignified pace, hadn’t heard this exchange—but the strange, synchronized stares from the crowd outside made him uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s going on?\u003C\u002Fp>",1155,"2026-06-20T05:35:49.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d00008cab2066dea335e3a9c6de48065fdf6a3f038c41957916078863d8b3bf9","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-56","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-54",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdaily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-cover.jpg"]