[{"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-58":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},2295844,4491,"Chapter 58: The Humiliation Between the Legs","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-58",58,"\u003Cp>“Still coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen smiled and asked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Coming! Whoever doesn’t come’s a grandson!” Fang Yifan shot to his feet, spouting his usual tough talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this?” He Chen shook his head, laughing. “You want to be a grandson? I don’t even want to crawl into the ashes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell did you just say?!” Fang Yifan roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really think you’re Jia Baoyu?” He Chen sneered. “You don’t even know what ‘crawl into the ashes’ means? One minute you’re calling me dad, the next you’re calling me grandpa—aren’t you the one crawling into the ashes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fang Yifan, are you playing or not? If not, just admit defeat!” Wang Yidi called from outside the court. “Don’t stall—don’t tell me you’re trying to provoke a fight and then deny it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan immediately glared at Wang Yidi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This catfish spirit is getting more and more insufferable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just bluntly exposed his little scheme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s right!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was furious about He Chen’s “crawl into the ashes” remark, but he’d genuinely hoped to use the chaos to fake a forfeit and sweep this match—already doomed—under the rug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad the catfish spirit called him out outright; now he couldn’t even try it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, he’d only look more foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep going!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan could only take the ball and attack again. Even with full preparation, He Chen still snatched it away instantly, filling him with deep despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, He Chen didn’t launch a fast break while he was off-guard; instead, he calmly returned to the inbound line and slowly advanced his offense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan was even angrier—this was clearly a cat-and-mouse game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But giving up wasn’t his style!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when He Chen attempted another pull-up jumper, Fang Yifan leapt again, trying to block and disrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, the crisp swish of the ball through the net struck his ears, making him feel utterly shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the court, the spontaneous cheer squad led by Wang Yidi and Deng Xiaoqi began cheering again for He Chen’s basket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“3:0!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Leier, standing outside, had gone pale, deeply worried for his cousin. He’d never experienced such a crushing defeat; just imagining it made him feel sick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know if his usually optimistic cousin could endure it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed unlikely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cousin’s state was clearly off—like he’d cracked under pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Yangyang watched the court with a complex expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, he should’ve been glad that Fang Yifan had humiliated himself so badly, possibly shifting the trending topic away from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing Fang Yifan’s growing breakdown, he felt a pang of shared sorrow, wanting to shout: “Just give up now! Keep going, and you’ll get crushed 7-0—He Chen’s only going to get stronger, and you’ll only sink deeper into despair! Believe me, I’ve been there…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zi!” Qiao Yingzi opened her mouth to call out to Fang Yifan and tell him to surrender, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak—afraid her words would only make things worse—so she gripped her best friend’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t say it either,” Huang Zhitao understood her friend’s intent, but she couldn’t speak up either—otherwise Fang Yifan might double down and lose all composure, making the situation even more uncontrollable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another inbound, another steal—the ball was instantly back in He Chen’s hands. This time, as He Chen pulled up from beyond the three-point line, Fang Yifan no longer cared if it was a fake; he leapt early, aiming to block the shot the moment He Chen jumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When He Chen didn’t drive past him but jumped to shoot as he’d hoped, Fang Yifan saw the ball right in front of him, within reach—he rejoiced, determined to deliver a crushing block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when his hand slapped out, it met only air—he instantly knew something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gasps and cheers outside confirmed it wasn’t an illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-air, He Chen had executed a backward lean, dodging the block entirely, watching Fang Yifan fall downward with mocking eyes before calmly releasing the ball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crisp swish sounded like an explosion on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The applause, cheers, and shouts from the crowd were deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls who loved studying materials and computer parts had flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just from the excitement of cheering—they understood better than anyone else the true value of that hang-time, backward lean!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly, an amazing waist!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as everyone knows, a great waist means a strong kidney—plus that handsome face—it was all perfect, why was it so perfect～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“4:0!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was a three-pointer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Again!” Fang Yifan was fired up—without He Chen even asking, he glared red-eyed and demanded to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He inbounded and immediately pulled up—only to be blocked again; the ball returned to He Chen’s hands. This time, He Chen didn’t pull up—he drove past, forcing Fang Yifan to retreat constantly to try and stop him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, He Chen casually tossed the ball—nothing like a proper shot. Sure enough, it didn’t go in. Fang Yifan cheered inwardly: “Rebound! Great chance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he prepared to leap, he suddenly felt darkness pass over his head—and heard the crowd erupt in shock—he knew something terrible was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan had a premonition, snapped his head up—and saw a giant “person” shape flying over him. It was He Chen, unmistakably!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, He Chen, starting late but overtaking him, leapt over Fang Yifan’s body, caught the airborne rebound, held the ball with one hand, and slammed it hard into the basket!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DUNK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face-dunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh my god!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan was utterly broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a dunk—hardly any high schoolers could do it; even among basketball-specialized athletes, those who could dunk were rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even dunks were usually just showy stunts—nearly impossible in real games, let alone this most brutal face-dunk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too brutal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan looked at He Chen like he was a monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ve got NBA-level skills—and you’re bullying a high schooler?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen noticed Fang Yifan was no longer as furious as before—he could tell the dunk had broken him, left him numb and indifferent. That wouldn’t do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he smiled: “Nearing eighteen, knees still empty. After this match, you get to enjoy the bliss of dandling your grandson on your lap, feeding him candy. Thank you very much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—!” Fang Yifan was furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Yangyang even felt a little sorry for Fang Yifan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dandling your grandson on your lap, feeding him candy”? That was clearly a dig at the face-dunk—Fang Yifan had become the grandson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen was truly cruel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to him, his own humiliation by He Chen had been mild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan was the real victim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some who habitually twisted idioms looked strangely amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dandling your grandson on your lap”? That’s a face-dunk between the legs, you idiot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And is it son or grandson?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it’s grandson, who’s dandling whom on their lap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coupled with He Chen’s earlier “crawl into the ashes” comment, the implications were impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“5:0. Still going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen, seeing Fang Yifan had regained his focus, smiled and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fang Yifan, enough!” Qiao Yingzi could no longer care if she provoked Fang Yifan or made He Chen misunderstand her stance—she spoke up: “Give up! Losing to such a formidable He Chen isn’t shameful!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1191,"2026-06-20T05:35:49.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c823cc3565f6f425ddc819bb9643183ad4105daea83e26bbb971e748b22bc88e","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-59","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-57",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdaily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-cover.jpg"]