The Top Star Fell for Me at First Sight After I Transmigrated as a Dog-Like Streamer - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Stalling 1.0

Bai Xun almost laughed out of sheer anger when he saw the message. The manager hadn’t asked for his “opinion” when he was busy ordering the team to steal his creative ideas.

Bai Xun: Manager, I don’t want to make things ugly, but was the “coincidence” of our topics really an accident?

Li Sheng: The company has the right to allocate different topics. Besides, regarding “ideas”—what evidence do you have that you thought of it first? The other team proposed it much earlier than you.

Bai Xun: So what’s the plan? You’re just going to force me out?

The topic is getting a great response; the company hopes you can hand it over to the newer streamers to give them more opportunities.

Bai Xun: Not happening.

Li Sheng: Are you looking to breach your contract?

Bai Xun stopped replying. Instead, he made a phone call to Xu Yi.

“Teacher Xu, there might be a hiccup with Saturday’s livestream.”

“What happened? Is there a problem?”

Bai Xun briefly explained how the company was forcing him to surrender his theme and was currently holding his account hostage. There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

“Xingsha Media, right? Got it. I’ll handle it.”

He didn’t want to escalate things, but since the company’s greed was so blatant, he had to call in the reinforcements he already had. He set his phone to silent, tossed it aside, put on his earplugs, and went back to sleep.

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The Power of Backing

Bai Xun slept soundly, fully trusting Xu Yi’s capabilities. When he woke up, he felt refreshed. He checked his phone and almost burst out laughing. From 9:00 PM last night until now, the manager had called dozens of times, and the group chat was exploding with demands for him to respond.

Bai Xun sat up and answered the latest incoming call.

“Bai Xun, I really underestimated you,” the manager’s voice came through, sounding exhausted and filled with suppressed rage.

“Mm-hmm. So, what’s the plan?”

“I should be asking you that! What exactly do you want?”

Bai Xun yawned, his tone casual. “Give me back my account. I’ll think about the rest later.”

“Your account belongs to the company—”

“The ID verification is mine. All I’ll say is, if the company is confident enough in its tax filings, you can keep holding it. Saturday’s livestream is a government-backed project; if you want to be the one to obstruct it, I’m fine with that.”

A long silence followed. He could hear noisy arguing in the background on the other end.

“You win, Bai Xun.” The manager hung up abruptly.

Bai Xun tried logging in. Everything was smooth. Looking at the backend, his follower count had crossed the 350,000 mark overnight. He sent a thank-you text to Xu Yi.

Xu Yi: No problem, it was a small matter. Reach out if you need anything else.

Having a powerful backer feels good, Bai Xun mused.

While scrolling through his private messages—mostly from Yu Congyue’s fans—he saw one from an ID named “Clout Chasers Go Die.” It was a photo of him returning to his apartment from the nanny van that night. He replied with a question mark, a chill running down his spine.

Soon, the person sent more photos—unclear shots of him scouting locations nearby. When he tried to ask more, he found he was blocked.

What does this mean? He used a burner account to check the profile. It was filled with videos of Yu Congyue’s events, mostly shot from the front row with a phone shoved in his face. Yu looked visibly displeased by them. It was clearly an obsessive “sasaeng” fan. Based on the voice and selfies, she seemed young. Figuring it was just a misguided minor, Bai Xun didn’t dwell on it and went back to planning Saturday’s stream.

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The “Overbearing CEO” Treatment

The doorbell rang. Through the peephole, he saw a stranger.

“Who are you?” Bai Xun asked through the door.

“Hello, Mr. Bai. I am President Yu’s private doctor. I’m here to check on your leg injury. Is now a good time?”

President Yu? Private doctor? That’s some serious ‘CEO’ trope energy…

He opened the door immediately. The doctor was a beastman too—rabbit tribe, judging by the ears. Without much small talk, the doctor put on shoe covers, helped him to the sofa, and knelt to examine him. He rolled up Bai Xun’s pant leg, his fingers pressing gently but precisely around the swelling.

“Soft tissue contusion with a small subcutaneous hematoma,” the doctor concluded. “No bone tenderness, so no X-ray needed. Pain will decrease in three days and should be absorbed in about a week. It depends on your constitution.”

He applied a spray with a faint, cooling mint scent that made Bai Xun shiver.

“I’ve brought two bottles of spray and pressure bandages. Apply twice a day, and avoid jumping or heavy movement for three days. If you must go out, use the bandage to reduce pressure.”

Just as the doctor left, another person arrived with several thermal food containers.

“Mr. Bai? These are the meals reserved by President Yu. Please sign for them.”

Bai Xun looked at the menu. It was lavish. Between the leftover seafood from last night and this new delivery, he felt he’d hit 150 lbs within a month.

AA Get Rich Little Bai: Bro, I got the food! The doctor also visited—no major issues! Thanks for looking out for me! [Image]

Brother Yu 1127: Good. Rest well. Don’t push yourself on Saturday.

AA Get Rich Little Bai: Doctor said I can walk in three days! That’s just in time for Saturday!

Brother Yu 1127: Okay. Contact me if anything happens.

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The Silent Protest

Bai Xun lay back on his bed, propping his leg up. He checked DiDi’s profile. The “Outdoor Review” video was already out and performing well. The drone shots and cinematography were movie-quality, but the copy was “approachable”—the contrast was a hit.

However, Bai Xun noticed the video showed damaged vegetation in a protected area. He felt a pang of guilt—not for the company, but for the environment. He found an official environmental organization and donated 50,000 yuan (part of his advance) in the name of “All my fans.”

His unease smoothed over, he started an impromptu livestream to discuss college entrepreneurship.

“Starting a business isn’t about how ‘dignified’ the job looks. Earning money with your own hands is brave. Those who look down on you should be the ones feeling ashamed.”

He chatted for over an hour. Before ending, he held up the digital donation certificate.

“The new series brought in great revenue. I see this as a new starting point, so I’ve made a donation in the name of all my viewers. This certificate is a memento and a reminder. I won’t forget my original intent as a creator.”

Even with donations turned off, his follower count broke 300,000.

Checking his stats, he saw two external accounts had boosted his traffic. One was Xu Yi. The other was Yu Congyue Studio.

He gripped his phone, determined. He had to write better scripts. He had to grow big enough to actually be of help to them.

A message from Xu Yi popped up:

Xu Yi: Xiao Bai, your stall is basically set up. Want to come take a look tomorrow? Since your leg is injured, I’ve arranged comfortable seating for you. If you’re free, I’ll send a car to pick you up.