[{"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-63":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},2295849,4491,"Chapter 63: I Don","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-63",63,"\u003Cp>“Thanks yesterday!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen thanked him first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classmate who had thrown him the ball when he shouted “Ball here!” yesterday was none other than Lin Xiaoran, his classmate and captain of the school basketball team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to thank me!” Lin Xiaoran grinned. “Actually, we’re the ones who should thank you—you opened our eyes! How about joining the basketball team? Let’s bring infinite glory to Chunfeng Middle School’s basketball squad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me? Nah, forget it.” He Chen politely declined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Lin Xiaoran had sensed it, but hearing He Chen refuse outright still left him stunned and confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just anyone can join the school basketball team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially not when the team captain himself is extending the invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t like standing out,” He Chen explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Lin Xiaoran’s mouth twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone else wore strange expressions too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were their ears malfunctioning?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen just said he didn’t like standing out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since the end of summer vacation and the start of senior year, when has He Chen not stood out? Not once a day—sometimes multiple times, each more striking than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s not “not liking to stand out”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what is?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or what does He Chen even consider “standing out”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Learned something,” Lin Xiaoran muttered, convinced He Chen was showing off, and now he knew how to do it too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m serious,” He Chen said, calm and sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly didn’t want to stand out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was a reincarnated soul with a system—and his first supernatural ability, the one likely to become his core divine art, was Crane Calculation, Turtle Longevity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already taken the first steps on the Daoist cultivation path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if immortality was out of reach, longevity without aging was still possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, drawing attention, leaving behind too much visual record, and becoming the subject of endless scrutiny and analysis was not what he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he wouldn’t live in fear of exposure decades from now and suppress himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would make his reincarnation and his system meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So his mindset was simple: don’t seek attention; reduce your presence if you can. But if someone deliberately showed off, acted out, and provoked him, he’d strike back without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t seek to confront others—but I won’t swallow my anger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re serious?” Lin Xiaoran stared at He Chen for a moment, sensing he genuinely meant it, and reluctantly withdrew his hand in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a sports-specialized student and the school basketball team captain, he had his pride—he’d gladly invite anyone who showed talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if someone refused, he wouldn’t force it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, wouldn’t that mean he lacked confidence in leading his team?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Accelerated Class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid Xia Xue’s gossiping gaze, Ruan Liuzheng called Qiao Yingzi outside to ask about the telescope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t know,” Qiao Yingzi blinked, her face flushing and paling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flush came from her father’s meddling triggering He Chen’s sister’s interrogation—it felt oddly like an awkward parental meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pallor came from her sharp insight: her father’s motive was the same as her mother’s setup of the home astronomy room—to trap her and He Chen at home and keep them from meeting at the observatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her mother had done it, she’d have understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she’d clearly explained it to her father—he’d promised to trust her and support her—yet he’d immediately acted in complete distrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though she knew it was normal for a father to act this way, she was still deeply upset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d thought at least one of her parents understood and supported her—but it turned out to be nothing but fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qiao Yingzi truly seemed unaware, Ruan Liuzheng exhaled slightly, yet still felt uneasy, studying Qiao Yingzi with suspicion and scrutiny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was this gift extremely valuable, but He Chen had actually accepted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He Chen wasn’t the type to be easily swayed by gifts—he’d always politely refused them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, with his looks alone, he could’ve lived comfortably off others’ gifts and handouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he’d always turned down gifts and favors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only exception was her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A year ago, after his father passed away, he moved into her home at her mother’s invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One summer vacation—no, after much reflection, more accurately, half a summer—he suddenly changed: became stronger, and also more outgoing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only aggressive, but now he accepted gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just one—two at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp-tongued girl in Shanghai who resembled her and might be related—fine, she was almost family, and she’d given books, trivial things, not worth mentioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Qiao Yingzi’s father gave a ten-thousand-yuan telescope—and He Chen accepted it. That carried a troubling implication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Qiao Yingzi was deeply upset, she couldn’t confront her father right then. Under Ruan Liuzheng’s “little sister-in-law” gaze, she felt overwhelmed—until the break ended, finally letting her escape back to class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After school, Qiao Yingzi immediately called her father, angrily demanding answers. This panicked Qiao Weidong—he rushed over personally to explain, soothing her with assurances that he had no such intention, only gratitude for He Chen helping his daughter and helping him understand the immense pressure she faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then told her his house in Shuxiang Yayuan was undergoing urgent renovation and would soon become her “space fortress”—just a short walk from home, filled entirely with space-themed decor, where she could relax however she wished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiao Yingzi’s mood lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time slips away unnoticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, three weeks passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For most students, the upcoming National Day holiday was the most anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Fang Yifan’s family, from the start of school to National Day meant September to October—a month was up, and the head of the household, Fang Yuan, was about to be released from his “sentence” and return to his loyal Fang family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tong Wenjie was delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But whenever she reflected on why she was so happy, her thoughts always drifted to He Chen’s handsome face and his cutting remarks—her joy, like a brief reunion after a honeymoon, was half-diluted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She refused to admit he was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her body betrayed her—how awkward was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Yifan didn’t have such complex emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was glad his father was coming home, but it didn’t affect him much—he remained emotionally steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he wore a frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because over these three weeks, he was certain his childhood friend and “good chest-brother” Qiao Yingzi had changed her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was almost certainly because of He Chen—the one who constantly clashed with him, even humiliated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made it unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So even with his father returning home, he couldn’t muster a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d tried to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But things weren’t like before—they didn’t even live in the same neighborhood anymore, and they weren’t in the same class; he had evening self-study from morning till night, leaving no time for contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When weekends finally came, he tried inviting Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao, but kept getting rejected—Ms. Song was watching her like a hawk, utterly forbidding her to go out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, three weeks had slipped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his “good chest-brother” and his goddess drift farther and farther away, how could he possibly laugh heartily?\u003C\u002Fp>",1177,"2026-06-20T05:35:49.888Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3216416593115af45bcb6226dc57ff67fc44d871753f9f69a5fffa674c906ef1","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-64","daily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-chapter-62",883,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdaily-life-in-a-multiverse-my-superpowers-refres-cover.jpg"]