The Top Star Fell for Me at First Sight After I Transmigrated as a Dog-Like Streamer - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Assistant 3.0

Bai Xun hoped it was just his imagination, but as he frowned and opened the beige envelope, the strange odor became undeniable. He suppressed the physical urge to gag, pinched a corner of the letter, and held it up against the light. After a moment of silence, he raised it for Matt to see.

Matt noticed the irregular marks on the paper—it looked like it had been soaked in some kind of liquid and then dried before being mailed.

The two shared a silent, grim look. Matt pulled a zip-lock bag from his pocket, quickly secured the evidence, and notified Tracy over the radio. Before Bai Xun could even process where Matt had produced a forensic bag from, Tracy had already walked over from the main camera crew.

“Good job. I’ll let the legal team handle it,” Tracy said calmly, as if she were used to this. She patted Bai Xun on the shoulder before leaving.

“Is this… common?” Bai Xun asked, handing Matt a disinfecting wipe and scrubbing his own hands vigorously.

“Brother Yue only accepts letters now specifically to avoid weird stuff,” Matt sighed, cleaning his hands. “We used to take gifts, but then there were cameras hidden in plushies and charms written in blood inside pillows. It was too much trouble, so now it’s only letters.”

A chill ran down Bai Xun’s spine. He knelt down and meticulously screened the rest of the mail. Most of the letters smelled faintly of perfume and were sealed with cute stickers—evidence of genuine care from real fans. Fortunately, no other “tainted” mail appeared, and Bai Xun carefully packed the letters and moved them back to the car.

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The Accident

The afternoon flew by. The rain didn’t stop; instead, it intensified into a downpour. The production team added more indoor segments—mostly standard small games.

The guests stood at their marks while the lighting crew scrambled to readjust the large lights they had just dragged in from outside. Bai Xun stood to the side, covering both pairs of his ears. The sound of heavy equipment scraping against the floor echoed painfully in the hollow studio.

Yu Congyue saw this and was about to ask Matt to get earplugs for Bai Xun when he noticed the boy suddenly drop his hands. Bai Xun tilted his head, his beast ears twitching as if listening to something specific. A split second later, his eyes widened, and he lunged toward Yu Congyue.

“Look out!”

Bai Xun had heard the abnormal creak of a light stand caught in a draft. Unlike the others, the one above Yu Congyue was swaying violently. As a gust of wind blew in through the open door, Bai Xun didn’t think—he sprinted and tackled the two people standing under the light.

A short gasp erupted from the crowd. Bai Xun braced himself, his palms hitting the soft rubber mats on the floor. He let out a breath of relief; the mats would cushion the impact.

Yu Congyue reacted first, kneeling up and shoving the fallen light stand off Bai Xun’s leg. That was when the pain started to radiate from the point of impact. Bai Xun looked down; his leg was already swelling. It was hidden by his pants, but he knew it would be a deep purple bruise soon.

He tried to move his ankle; it still worked, but his calf felt heavy and throbbing. Matt, who had been busy with the schedule, turned around to find Bai Xun pinned.

“Holy—! Xiao Bai!”

Thankfully, the boss had pulled him out quickly. Matt wanted to give the lighting crew a piece of his mind, but Bai Xun waved him off, leaning on Matt to move to the side.

“It’s fine. Everyone’s rushing to finish; accidents happen. Just check the other stands.” Bai Xun didn’t want to make life hard for the workers. He sat down to tend to his leg and reached out for Matt’s paperwork.

“You’re still going to work?” Matt was worried, though he’d confirmed Bai Xun didn’t need a hospital.

“That shot was ruined by the accident. I might as well help you finish the paperwork so I can get a ‘working’ shot for my vlog.”

Matt couldn’t win against Bai Xun and handed him some simple verification forms. All the while, he felt his boss’s murderous gaze lingering on him.

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End of the Day

Finally, the director yelled “Wrap!” Yu Congyue declined all dinner invitations and headed straight for Bai Xun.

“Are you okay? Really, no hospital?”

Bai Xun looked at the wheelchair Tracy had materialized from somewhere and laughed. “I’m not that fragile, Bro. Go take off your makeup; wearing it all day is exhausting.”

Yu Congyue wanted to insist, but the assistant director intercepted him for a pickup interview. He turned to Matt: “Take Xiao Bai back. Go get some late-night snacks on the way.” He then looked at Bai Xun with a look of apology. “Rest well, Xiao Bai. Once the show is over, I’ll take you to the mountains for a proper meal to make it up to you.”

“You did great today. Hard work, Xiao Bai.”

Before Bai Xun could reply, a series of dull thuds sounded behind him. He turned to see his own tail wagging frantically, slapping against a storage box.

“Uh… Bro, go do your interview. Don’t worry about me!” He awkwardly tried to hold his tail down with one hand, but the movement tugged at his injured leg, making him wince.

“Easy, easy. Fine, I’m going. Matt, keep an eye on him.” Yu Congyue saw the embarrassment and frowned with concern, looking back three times as he walked away.

Matt and Bai Xun were about the same height. Bai Xun reached out to lean on him, but in the blink of an eye, he was hoisted over Matt’s shoulder.

Wait… isn’t Matt a fancy rat? How is he this strong?

Bai Xun didn’t dare move, letting Matt carry him like a sack of potatoes to the car. Once he was set down, Matt took a photo of him and sent it to someone. Bai Xun, still in shock, gave Matt a shaky thumbs-up.

Matt grinned confidently. “I could carry two of you if I had to.”

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Late Night Realization

They stopped at a seafood stall near Bai Xun’s home. After firmly refusing to be carried again, Bai Xun hopped into the stall on one leg.

“Steamed lobster, yellow pepper squid, and how’s the crab, boss? Oh, fresh arrivals? Give us the dry-fried mud crab, the fattest female ones…” Matt was ordering the expensive stuff since it was being expensed. “Star Grouper? Xiao Bai, how do you want it?”

“Isn’t this… a bit expensive?” Bai Xun felt guilty looking at the “Market Price” labels.

“Brother Yu has plenty of money. The last wrap dinner was 110,000 yuan. Be bold!” Matt showed him a photo of the last feast, and Bai Xun finally relaxed.

After the meal, Matt sent him home with leftovers. “Great work today! If it still hurts tomorrow, tell me. Brother Yu’s family owns a hospital; their orthopedic department is top-tier.”

Once the door closed, Bai Xun finally let go. He dragged his leg to the bathroom, sitting on a stool to shower. The bruise on his calf was massive. At least it didn’t hit Yu Congyue, he thought.

After cleaning up, he opened his phone and saw a post.

@DiDi Didi: New series, brave innovation! Wait for me, babies~ [Image]

The image showed a waterfall in a nature reserve—exactly the “Outdoor Review” theme Bai Xun had proposed yesterday. They had flown the vlogger out immediately to get ahead of him.

They really couldn’t wait, could they?

The MCN’s blatant theft of his idea made him realize it was time to find a way out. With a “let’s watch the world burn” attitude, he stayed up to edit his Assistant 1.0 video and sent the draft to the studio group.

Bai Xun: @Editor Kuku, I’ve finished the first draft. Here are the source files. I’m not sure what can be shown, so please help with blurring and smoothing out the cuts! [Heart]

It was 6:00 AM. He stretched his stiff body and looked out the window at the rising sun. He hobbled to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers and took them to the balcony.

Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted up from the street. Freshly made Oyster Omelets. He looked over the railing and saw a mobile street vendor.

Mobile vendor?

An idea sparked. In his original world, the “Street Stall Challenge” was a goldmine for views.