The Top Star Fell for Me at First Sight After I Transmigrated as a Dog-Like Streamer - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Gambling Agreement

Yu Congyue had just finished an all-night shoot. Taking advantage of the sparse early-morning crowd, he slipped out of the set to get some fresh air. Wearing a low-profile baseball cap and a mask, he headed toward a back alley for some soy milk. He had barely walked a few paces when someone crashed squarely into him.

Stepping back to steady himself, he looked down at the person sitting on the ground. A camera on the chest, a mask covering most of the face, a pair of dazed eyes staring at him, and scattered all over the ground… vegetables?

He initially suspected a reporter or a “sasaeng” fan that hadn’t been dealt with properly, but the pile of scattered greens was genuinely baffling.

“Are you okay?” To be safe, Yu Congyue reached out to pull the man up.

“Ah… no, I’m fine, I’m fine! So sorry!” Bai Xun stood up, patted the dust off his pants, wiggled his hips to make sure his tailbone was intact, and hurriedly began scrambling for his vegetables.

Yu Congyue watched for a moment, realizing the man didn’t recognize him. Just a passerby. He let out a quiet sigh of relief and knelt to pick up a luffa near his feet.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Ah?” Bai Xun stammered, knotting his bag before finally snapping out of it. “No, I was in too much of a hurry, I’m really sorry…”

Just then, his phone rang shrilly. He answered in a rush. The manager’s voice was explosive: “Bai Xun! Why aren’t you replying in the group? I told you to fill out the form and be at the office by 7:30. If you’re late, it’s an unexcused absence!”

“I’m coming! Almost there!”

He glanced at his GPS, blurted out “I have to go, so sorry!” and sprinted away.

“Wait, you dropped—” Something had fallen out of the bag. Yu Congyue picked it up and tried to give chase, but the young man was surprisingly fast.

In his hand was a slightly worn wallet. He opened it, looking for an ID so his assistant could return it. When his eyes fell on the photo on the employee card, he paused. The young man in the photo looked a bit dazed, his lips pressed tight—he looked a little… dim-witted, but those bright, sparkling eyes were unexpectedly cute.

The company: Star Sand Media. He’d heard of them; one of their top stars had recently been involved in a scandal with an artist from his own studio.

Looking at the bruised vegetables on the ground, Yu Congyue figured he was a low-level streamer. These days, nothing was easy.

His assistant, Tracy, arrived with breakfast. Yu Congyue handed her the wallet, briefly explained the situation, and returned to his schedule.

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The Showdown

Bai Xun reached the office just in time. Luckily, the original body was in decent shape, or he’d have collapsed halfway through the thirty-minute run.

“Wait, where’s my employee card…?” He fumbled through his pockets to no avail. Fortunately, the security guard recognized him and let him in.

The manager was waiting in the office, fuming. Seeing the bag of vegetables in Bai Xun’s hand only added fuel to the fire. He slammed the monthly performance report onto the desk.

“I signed you because you had a decent look. But look at you! It’s been two years. Your performance is dead last every month. The traffic the company buys for you is a total waste. What exactly do you want to do?”

Looking at the data, Bai Xun felt guilty. He tucked his tail, bowed his head, and whispered, “I know it was my fault before. I promise, I will—”

“Promise with what? You can’t dance, you won’t flirt with the audience… what, do you think I’m running a charity?”

Bai Xun froze. He knew about the performance quotas, but he hadn’t realized the “direction” they wanted him to take. Recalling the empty sleeping pill bottle and the scars on the original owner’s wrist, he realized what the previous “Bai Xun” had been through.

His guilt evaporated, replaced by a surge of nameless anger. He wasn’t the type to just take it. He slammed his hands on the desk and looked the manager straight in the eye.

“What? You starting a rebellion?” The manager slammed the desk back.

“I did waste resources before. But I am confident I can make a new series go viral.”

“You?” The manager leaned back, looking him up and down with a sneer.

“I know verbal promises are cheap. So, I want to sign a Gambling Agreement.”

The manager raised an eyebrow, signaling him to continue.

“My current follower count is 2,850. If the first video of my new project reaches three times the performance requirement or more, the company must give me T2-level promotion. If it fails, I will pay the liquidated damages and leave.”

The damages for his level were 450,000 yuan. The original owner had been a top student and had saved about 100,000 in fixed deposits. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, Bai Xun thought.

The manager smirked. “And what do you want right now?”

“I want the company to provide normal traffic support for the upcoming video.”

“That’s it? Fine.” To the manager, this was a guaranteed win. He didn’t mind throwing a few scraps to watch Bai Xun’s final struggle.

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The Result

Bai Xun signed the contract and rushed home. He spent the day filming: processing the “ugly” vegetables, categorizing them by shelf life, and demonstrating how to store them. He edited the video with a logic honed by years of academic precision.

He scheduled the post for 10:00 AM the next day. As he clicked “Confirm,” he felt a massive weight lift.

That night, he scrolled through the platforms. He realized the social media scene here was about five or six years behind his world. Most popular streamers focused on “visuals” (thirst traps) or “abstract” (chaotic/bizarre) content. Nobody was doing high-quality, practical “lifestyle content.” He had found his blue ocean.

While scrolling, a perfume ad popped up. A stunningly beautiful face appeared. Even Bai Xun, who had seen many beauties, held his breath. The face was ethereal, like a siren from a myth.

Wait… why is he so familiar?

He paused the video and covered the bottom half of the face with his thumb. The eyes matched the man he had crashed into that morning perfectly.

“Yu Congyue… he’s a celebrity? Ten, hundred, thousand… twenty million followers?!” Bai Xun jumped up, knocking his wallet off the desk.

Except, it wasn’t his wallet.

He opened it and found the ID photo of the man from the ad. “This isn’t mine…” He ran to the kitchen. Sure enough, his own wallet was gone.

He immediately found the contact info for Yu Congyue’s studio and sent an email with a photo of the wallet. Exhausted, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

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The Viral Hit

He woke up the next afternoon to his phone ringing. It was the manager.

“Hello…?”

“Xiao Bai! Just woke up? I didn’t disturb your sleep, did I?” The tone was sickeningly sweet.

“No, go ahead.”

“Wonderful! Can you come to the office later? We want to chat about your contract. The higher-ups feel the rewards in that gambling agreement were a bit unfair to you… we want to add some bonuses!”

Bai Xun hung up, confused. He checked his phone. It was 2:00 PM.

He opened the video app. The interface lagged for several seconds before 99+ notifications flooded the screen.

“No way…”

From 10:00 AM until now, the video had over 700,000 likes and 12,000 comments. His followers had jumped from 2,850 to 22,000.

The comments were overwhelmingly positive:

[Wow, my mom always says I’m wasteful. I didn’t know these parts were edible!]

[Bookmarked! The creator explains it so clearly.]

[Wait, was that rhythmic ‘thump thump thump’ at the market the sound of the creator’s tail hitting the ground? Hahaha!]

Bai Xun rolled around on his bed, grinning. Then, an email notification popped up:

“Dear Mr. Bai Xun, I am Yu Congyue’s manager. Thank you for your honesty regarding the wallet. Here is my contact information. Please let us know when you are available to coordinate a return. Thank you again for reaching out.”