[{"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-59":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},2295845,4491,"Chapter 59: Sword, come! Ball, come!","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-59",59,"\u003Cp>“I haven’t lost yet!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Yingzi’s advice naturally had no effect; instead, it backfired, and Fang Yifan let out a tiger’s roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t say it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That roar truly felt like the background tiger growl from the drama “Ming Dynasty 1566” when Old Yan Song lost his temper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you haven’t lost, keep going!” He Chen tossed the ball back to Fang Yifan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball possession switched again, ending up in He Chen’s hands; this time, He Chen didn’t bother dragging it out—he wanted to finish quickly, so it wouldn’t interfere with his return to cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he rose straight up for a jump shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, Fang Yifan made an astonishing move—he wrapped his arms around He Chen’s waist, gripping him tightly, refusing to let him jump, trying to disrupt the shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Free throws are simpler than jump shots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But He Chen had never taken a free throw before!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if He Chen missed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if his sudden move threw He Chen off his rhythm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better than just waiting to die!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something even more unimaginable happened—not just to him, but to everyone: the man being held onto still jumped to shoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s right!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying Fang Yifan, He Chen still rose straight up for the jump shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A collective gasp swept through the entire crowd!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Terrifying!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s just a tall high school boy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s not fat—quite the opposite, he looks slender—but he’s still 1.78 meters tall and nearly 120 jin in weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could He Chen jump with that kind of burden? What kind of strength is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some girls who loved studying materials and computer parts blushed again—120 jin was already the upper limit for many girls, yet to He Chen, it was as light as a feather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they got intimate, wouldn’t he be able to do any intimate move effortlessly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan was even more stunned than they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was literally being lifted by He Chen—if they weren’t opponents, right now the phrase “Big boss, take me along for the ride!” would be perfectly fitting, wouldn’t it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the sound of the ball swishing cleanly through the net reached him, he couldn’t believe it: “Impossible! How is this possible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did he lift him up, but he shot perfectly unaffected, still swishing it clean—could a human really do that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son, you can call me Dad now!” He Chen pried off Fang Yifan’s hands, patted his head, and smirked: “I’m a first-time dad, so I didn’t prepare any gifts—just teach you a lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t ever throw basketballs at people again, and don’t randomly challenge others to fights and yell ‘call me Dad’ when you lose!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ve got a dad now!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you’re the most filial son in history, you can’t give your mom another father!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise you’ll really become Lu Fengxian~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why ‘female Fengxian’?” someone asked instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh!” Someone beside him quickly raised a finger to shush, but his whispered explanation couldn’t be hidden from most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is Lu Fengxian?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A traitor who served three masters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what about “female Fengxian”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explanation couldn’t continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because everyone turned to stare—no one could imagine such an interpretation; they looked at the explainer like a pervert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan’s face flushed red; he swung a punch toward He Chen’s face, but He Chen reversed and seized his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Yingzi and the others, seeing Fang Yifan had completely lost control, rushed over to pull him back and begged He Chen to let him off this once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll fight him to the death!” Fang Yifan, held by the crowd, shouted threats mixed with excuses: “I haven’t lost yet! Why does he insult me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Son, you’ve already lost.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen said, then walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d had his fun; when the joy ended, he left—no time to watch Fang Yifan whine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s only 6-0! I haven’t lost! So you can’t insult me!” Fang Yifan shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He still has one free throw!” someone reminded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop it!” Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao both urged Fang Yifan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their eyes, this was another chance He Chen gave Fang Yifan—just like when he beat Ji Yangyang and agreed to let Ji Yangyang skip the bet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Fang Yifan just swallowed his pride now, he could avoid further humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, he could claim the game wasn’t 7-0 to deny the bet where he called He Chen Dad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was already considerate enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Fang Yifan was acting like this—he was just brainless, repeating Ji Yangyang’s tragedy, asking for trouble!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fang Yifan, young and hot-headed, prone to fights, couldn’t possibly listen now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since he knew Huang Zhitao didn’t mind He Chen getting close, and his childhood friend Qiao Yingzi was even distancing herself from him for He Chen’s sake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their advice sounded to him like nothing but praise for He Chen and mockery of his failure—he couldn’t calm down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after being repeatedly humiliated in every way, he knew he was no match for He Chen, so he didn’t struggle hard—just kept yelling, insisting it was only 6-0, he hadn’t lost!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, He Chen had already left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he didn’t admit defeat, he hadn’t lost!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a calm voice, neither loud nor soft, yet crystal clear, reached everyone’s ears: “Ball, come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Coming!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not everyone was focused on Fang Yifan’s antics; more people were watching He Chen, who had just left, thinking he was incredibly cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, it was just his face!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, every move he made was stunning!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he shouted “Ball, come!” and reached back, a tall boy in basketball gear standing at the sideline flashed his eyes and immediately responded, tossing the ball precisely toward He Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s spirits lifted instantly, as if they’d heard “Sword, come!”—their blood surged, eyes locked on He Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen kept walking out of the school, not even turning around; his outstretched hand casually caught the incoming ball, then, with his back turned, he launched a reverse layup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire crowd fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone tilted their heads back, watching the ball arc through the sky, soaring over a sea of heads, crossing what seemed like the full length of the court—from one end to the other—and landing perfectly, swishing clean through the net. The sound echoed in their hearts, making every single person’s heartbeat skip a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of super-long three-pointer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he threw it with his back turned!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How the hell did that go in?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without the “call me Dad” bet, Fang Yifan should’ve knelt down and called him Dad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So damn dominant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So damn divine!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“7-0!!!” Wang Yidi was the first to snap out of her stunned silence, shouting excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, she’d be mocked by Fang Yifan for her big mouth or being a catfish spirit—but now no one cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because most people were still frozen in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Fang Yifan was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Wang Yidi, that “0” was a giant, glaring 0!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yidi’s excited yell jolted most people awake; Qiao Yingzi and the others snapped out of their awe, glaring disapprovingly at Wang Yidi’s outburst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now, with that reminder, Fang Yifan couldn’t pretend to faint and slip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game was officially sealed at 7-0.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan had lost, beyond any possible excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>",1203,"2026-06-20T05:35:49.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9193e9e5678d811cb72a7663d32d9655d05a5bb1ca4c8887499b3b23db1ac69b","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-60","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-58",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdaily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-cover.jpg"]