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The Origin of Bubble Pearl
Scenario:中文創作小說原創虛構第1季第1章加長版故事劇情虛構名稱超級女英雄珍珠奶茶女超人珍珠奶茶黑珍珠白珍珠之粉圓星起源2049年1月20日亞洲中央集權聯邦共和國首都北京廣告巨頭美麗雅集團總經理28歲身穿白色西裝 雙腳穿上黑色過膝高筒長靴 白茜琳小姐深受無子無女美麗雅集團董事長玛莉安·阿尔-萨利赫先生信任打算自己去世將董事長位子給他繼承 下班後身穿白色西裝 雙腳穿上黑色過膝高筒長靴 白恩貞回到市區亞京塔高達110層 頂樓110層 脫光洗好澡 穿著浴袍 突然一場無預警宇宙風暴襲擊地球但是狂暴的宇宙射線只亞京塔高達110層穿過此時桌上剛買波霸珍珠奶茶跟白茜琳小姐身體並徹底轉變了的基因 洗完澡後穿好衣服2樓客廳 喝完全身不舒服 來到廁所歐吐珍珠 接著頭髮變成珠奶茶色長頭髮 全身不舒服瞬間撕裂衣服露出全身覆盖白色珍珠組成高弹力氪纶紧身衣战衣制服，胸口上印有盾牌型标志随呼吸明暗脉动。标志背後掛上披上珍珠奶茶色漆皮長披風呈现奶茶色渐变光泽披風邊緣鑲有半透明光纖珍珠，雙手戴上黑色珍珠組成黑色漆皮过膝漆皮長手套 雙腳穿上白色珍珠組成白色高跟高筒過膝長靴腰間系上環狀珍珠鏈組成腰际珍珠束帶束腰腰腰带 雙眼覆蓋珍珠奶茶色雙眼眼罩 看相鏡子 嚇壞想脫掉 脫不掉衣服回反彈越貼越緊 認命自己 想脫部下來 結果衣服反彈 認命自己就是超級女英雄珍珠奶茶女超人珍珠奶茶黑珍珠白珍珠粉圓之星 測試超能力 展開披風雙腿騰空飛行
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Miss Bai Qianlin
She is the 28yearold advertising executive of the Meiliya Group. She is ambitious,determined,and curious. Her life changes when she inherits Mr. Marian AlSalih's position and wealth after his sudden death. Struggling with the mysterious origin of her newfound powers,she discovers she is now Bubble Pearl,a superheroine tasked with protecting the world from cosmic threats. Despite her initial shock and fear,she resolves to embrace her new role,facing challenges with courage and resolve.
Marian AlSalih
He is the chairman of the Meiliya Group,a wealthy and influential figure in Beijing. He is supportive,perceptive,and generous. His unexpected death leaves his vast assets to Miss Bai Qianlin,revealing a deep trust and respect for her abilities. Though he is no longer directly present in Miss Bai's life,his legacy continues to shape her experiences and responsibilities as she navigates her newfound powers and responsibilities as Bubble Pearl.
Xiaoqing
He is Miss Bai Qianlin's best friend and confidant within the Meiliya Group. He is loyal,witty,and concerned. As a witness to Miss Bai's transformation into Bubble Pearl,he is initially skeptical but eventually accepts the reality of her superpowers. He assists her in understanding the implications of her new identity and provides emotional support through humorous comments and heartfelt encouragement as she adapts to her life as a superheroine.
The year was 2049, January 20th.
I was Miss Bai Qianlin, a 28-year-old advertising executive of the Meiliya Group.
The Meiliya Group was based in Beijing, the capital city of the Centralized Federal Republic of Asia.
I lived there.
I had been working for the group under Mr. Marian Al-Salih, the chairman of the Meiliya Group, for five years.
He was a man who didn’t have any sons or daughters to inherit his position and wealth after his death.
Yet he still wanted someone to inherit his position and assets.
That someone was me, Miss Bai Qianlin.
He trusted me so much that he even wanted me to inherit his position and wealth after his death.
I didn’t know why he trusted me so much.
I could only speculate that it must be because I was very good at my job, as usual.
On this particular day, after finishing work, I went back to my home on the 110th floor of Yajing Tower.
Yajing Tower had a total of 110 stories and was one of the tallest skyscrapers in Beijing.
After entering my home, I relaxed for a while before taking a shower.
As soon as I came out of the shower, I felt unwell and hurried to the bathroom.
I grip the cold marble counter, steadying myself as waves of nausea roll through my body.
The bathroom mirror reflects my pale face, beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
My stomach churns violently, forcing me to hunch over the sink.
Through blurred vision, I notice something odd - my usually straight black hair seems to be taking on a peculiar brown tint, like milk tea.
I blink hard, convinced it's a trick of the light.
The discomfort intensifies, and I feel a strange pressure building in my throat.
Stumbling to the sink, I grip its edges, bracing myself as another wave of nausea hits.
The mirror shows more strands of my hair continuing to shift from black to that rich brown shade.
The bathroom light flickers, and I feel a strange energy crackling across my skin, like cosmic sparks.
I try to steady my breathing, but it's no use.
A retching sound escapes my throat, and I feel something hard and smooth passing through my lips.
I glance into the sink, shocked to see several perfect black spheres bouncing and rolling on the porcelain surface.
They click against each other, filling the air with a hollow sound.
My hands shake as I reach for the faucet, desperate to wash away these strange spheres.
Cold water cascades down, offering a momentary relief from the turmoil inside me.
Leaning forward, I splash water onto my face, hoping to clear my head.
Suddenly, a voice crackles through the intercom, startling me.
"Bai Qianlin, are you alright?" It's Mr. Marian Al-Salih, his voice unusually tense.
I hesitate, staring at the spheres, then reply, "Mr. Al-Salih, something's happening to me... and I think it has to do with your legacy."
I stare at the black spheres in my sink, their surfaces gleaming under the bathroom lights.
A low vibration emanates from them, starting as a subtle buzz but growing into a distinct humming melody.
My fingers twitch involuntarily, and I feel an odd tingling sensation spreading through my limbs.
The spheres' song grows louder, more insistent.
My body responds without my control - my hips sway, arms lifting gracefully above my head.
I try to resist, but the melody pulls at me like invisible strings.
My feet move in perfect rhythm, carrying me away from the sink into a spinning dance.
The spheres pulse in unison, and I realize with a jolt that they are rewriting my very essence.
Stumbling backward from the sink, I watch in horror as my entire body begins to glow with an intense pearl-like sheen.
The transformation starts at my fingertips, spreading rapidly across my skin as if some inner light is breaking through.
My clothes begin to disintegrate, threads unraveling and drifting to the floor like wisps of smoke.
The humming grows louder, a warm sensation enveloping me.
White pearls materialize out of the air, each one glowing with a soft light.
They move towards me, fusing together into a skintight suit that wraps around my body like a second skin.
The mirror reflects my hair lengthening, shifting from its original black to a rich bubble tea brown.
I try to claw at the forming costume, but it only molds tighter against me with each attempt.
A shimmering cape materializes behind me, flowing like liquid moonlight.
Boots and gloves seem to grow directly from my limbs, covering me in an armor of iridescent pearls.
I steady myself against the bathroom counter, mesmerized by my reflection in the mirror.
The pearl-white bodysuit hugs my curves while the bubble tea-colored cape flows behind me with an otherworldly grace.
Testing my movements, I flex my fingers inside the black gloves, feeling an electric tingle course through them.
When I lift my hand, a stream of pearly energy follows the motion.
Curious, I direct this power toward my empty bubble tea cup on the counter.
The cup floats, suspended in a pearl-like aura.
My heart races as I realize this is just the beginning of my capabilities.
Still shaken by my transformation, I move from the bathroom into my living room.
My pearl-white boots click against the marble floor, while the cape flows behind me with an ethereal grace.
It moves as if it has a life of its own, responding to every shift in my body.
Approaching the coffee table, I extend my gloved hand toward it.
The table rises smoothly, encased in a pearly aura.
It hovers steadily in front of me until a surge of power sends it crashing into the ceiling.
I wince at the impact, realizing I need to learn better control over this newfound strength.
Turning towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, I press my palm against the glass.
The city lights shimmer below, and I feel another pulse of pearl energy coursing through me.
"You're not alone in this," a voice suddenly echoes from behind me, startling me.
I whirl around to see a figure emerging from the shadows, clad in a similar pearl-like suit but with a deep sapphire hue.
"You've been chosen, just like me," they say softly, their eyes meeting mine with an understanding that sends a shiver down my spine.
I approach the full-length mirror, mesmerized by my reflection.
The white pearl bodysuit shifts and ripples with each movement, conforming perfectly to my body.
When I touch the shield emblem on my chest, it pulses brighter, sending waves of warmth through me.
I try pulling at the black pearl gloves, but they remain fused to my arms.
Frustrated, I turn away, causing my tea-colored cape to swish dramatically behind me.
The fiber-optic pearls along its edge catch the light, creating a mesmerizing display.
Stepping onto my balcony, my heart races with anticipation.
The pearl belt at my waist tightens as I spread my arms.
I step out onto the balcony, gripping the railing as the wind whips my newly transformed hair.
The pearl energy surges through my body, causing my cape to billow dramatically behind me.
Looking down at the dizzying 110-story drop, I feel an inexplicable pull skyward.
My muscles tense as I climb onto the railing, crouching like a cat.
The pearl suit seems to hum against my skin, urging me forward.
My heart pounds as I rise to stand fully upright on the narrow rail, arms spread wide.
The city lights below beckon me.