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MidReal Story
The Rise of Superhero Bubble Tea Star
Scenario:中文創作小說原創完全虛構第1章加長版故事劇情名稱超級女英雄珍珠奶茶之星起源中文人物角色完整版姓氏名字全名對話總字數約 9,000字：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 白恩貞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 白恩貞回到市區別墅 脫光洗好澡 穿著浴袍 喝著桌上不明原因出現珍珠奶茶 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變身身穿珍珠奶茶色氪綸緊身衣制服胸口印有盾牌型奶茶色標誌 背後掛上披上珍珠奶茶色漆皮長披風 雙手上珍珠奶茶色漆皮長手套 雙腳穿上珍珠奶茶色高筒漆皮過膝長靴 腰間系上黑色珍珠束腰腰帶超級女英雄珍珠奶茶之星 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之星 雙眼覆蓋珍珠奶茶色雙眼眼罩 完整形象超級女英雄珍珠奶茶之星測試超能力 展開披風雙腿騰空水平飛行
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Bai Enzheng
She is the 28yearold advertising rising star of the Centralized Asian Federation. She is ambitious, determined, and curious. Enzheng impresses the chairman of Meiliya Group with her ideas and earns his trust. She becomes the first woman to hold the position of chairman in the company's history. After consuming mysterious bubble tea, she discovers she has superpowers and transforms into Superhero Bubble Tea Star, ready to use her abilities for good.
January 20, 2049
On this day, I, Bai Enzheng, became the youngest chairman of the Meiliya Group.
I was only twenty-eight years old.
The board of directors of the Meiliya Group, a prestigious company in the Centralized Asian Federation, was chaired by Marian Al-Saleh.
He was a man with no children and heirs.
I had earned his trust and respect through my work and achievements.
Now, he would pass on his position as chairman of the company to me.
It was an honor for me to be the first woman to hold this position in the history of the Meiliya Group.
After attending the board of directors meeting at the Meiliya Group earlier that day, I returned to my luxurious villa in the heart of Beijing, the capital of the Centralized Asian Federation, in the late evening.
As soon as I entered my home, I took off my formal suit and high heels.
I was looking forward to having a warm bath to remove all the fatigue from my body after today's long and tiring work.
I did not want to think about anything else during my bath except maybe what I would wear tomorrow and what kind of breakfast I would have.
The warm water felt refreshing as I lay in the bathtub.
After about half an hour, I got out of the bathtub and put on my bathrobe.
I walk into my dimly lit living room, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet.
The city lights twinkle through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow over the room.
I make my way to the wine cabinet, where I retrieve a bottle of 2045 Bordeaux.
The label reads "Special Reserve," and I can't help but smile as I recall the occasion when I received this bottle as a gift from Marian himself.
I select a crystal wine glass from the shelf, the one I reserve for special occasions like this.
The cork releases with a satisfying pop as I carefully remove it from the bottle.
The rich red liquid flows smoothly into the glass, filling it to the brim.
I sink into my white leather couch, tucking my legs beneath me.
The soft cushions envelop me in comfort as I raise the glass to my lips.
The aroma of aged oak and dark fruit wafts up, teasing my senses.
Taking my first sip, I close my eyes and let the warmth spread through my chest.
In this moment, I knew that everything was about to change.
I stir from my wine-induced relaxation as the clock strikes midnight.
My eyes lazily wander around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings.
That's when I notice it—a pristine cup of pearl milk tea sitting on my coffee table.
Its surface is still steaming, and the aroma of sweet milk and tea wafts up to my nostrils.
I furrow my brow, trying to remember if I had ordered any delivery.
But I'm certain I hadn't.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I reach for the cup.
The ceramic feels warm against my fingertips as I lift it to my nose for a closer sniff.
The fragrance is intoxicating, a perfect blend of creamy milk and rich tea leaves.
My mouth waters at the prospect of taking a sip.
I bring the cup to my lips, feeling the warmth radiate against my skin.
The first sip slides smoothly down my throat, coating it with a velvety texture.
The flavors explode on my tongue—a delightful combination of sweetness and richness that leaves me wanting more.
I take another sip, savoring the taste even longer this time. The third sip doesn't go down as smoothly as the first two.
Instead, it feels like a lump has formed in my throat, making it difficult to swallow.
I try to push through, but the discomfort grows with each passing moment.
Suddenly, a wave of nausea washes over me, causing me to lurch forward on the couch.
I barely make it to the bathroom before I feel myself retching violently.
Gripping the cold marble counter for support, I bend over the toilet and let out a guttural cry as my body expels its contents with forceful heaves.
But instead of seeing normal vomit, I watch in horror as perfect tapioca pearls spill from my mouth and into the toilet bowl.
My stomach churns violently as if something inside me is trying to break free from its confines. As I continue to heave, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above the sink.
Staggering from the bathroom, I grip the doorframe to steady myself as waves of dizziness wash over me.
The room spins around me, and I feel like I'm about to collapse.
But then, something catches my eye.
My reflection in the living room window stops me cold.
My black hair, which had always been a defining feature of mine, now shimmers with an unmistakable pearl milk tea sheen.
I blink repeatedly, trying to make sense of what I'm seeing.
But before I can even process this bizarre transformation, another wave of change hits me.
My clothes begin to shift and ripple, as if they're alive and reforming themselves.
The fabric of my bathrobe seems to melt away, replaced by a skintight suit that molds itself to my body.
I frantically try to pull at the new costume, but it clings to me like a second skin.
A shield emblem forms on my chest, gleaming mockingly in the dim light of the room.
Panic sets in as I realize that whatever is happening to me is beyond my control. I tug at the suit, desperate to tear it off my body.
But it doesn't budge.
Instead, more pieces of the costume materialize before my eyes.
A glossy cape flows down my back, lacquered gloves cover my hands, and gleaming boots encase my feet.
Each new addition feels like a physical manifestation of some unknown force taking hold of me.
I struggle against it all, but it's no use.
Finally, exhausted and defeated, I give up and extend my arms outward in surrender.
"Welcome to the fold, Bai," a voice echoes from the shadows, smooth and familiar.
"Marian?" I gasp, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief.
"Yes, my dear," he steps into the light, a knowing smile on his face, "it's time you learned the true legacy of the Meiliya Group."
Marian's presence fades back into the shadows as I stumble towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, my new costume gleaming in the city lights.
The shield emblem on my chest pulses with a soft glow, drawing my attention.
I press my gloved hands against the glass, testing the strength of this strange material.
It feels both flexible and impenetrable at the same time.
Frustrated by the costume's persistence, I grab the edge of the cape and pull it hard, trying to tear it off.
But it snaps back into place like a rubber band.
It's as if the fabric is alive, responding to my movements.
When I lean against the window in defeat, something unexpected happens.
My body suddenly lifts off the ground, hovering six inches above the floor.