The Top Star Fell for Me at First Sight After I Transmigrated as a Dog-Like Streamer - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Atavism 8.0

The moment the countdown ended, everyone snapped into livestream mode.

Familiar equipment, familiar set—the only change was the guests sitting beside the two hosts: Yu Congyue and a canine-form Bai Xun.

“Welcome to the livestream, family! First, move your fingers and click the lucky bag in the top left corner. We’ll be doing a giveaway every ten minutes,” the female host said with a bright smile. After the routine warm-up, she quickly pivoted to the night’s guests. “I’m sure you all know who our guests are tonight. Let’s welcome Mr. Yu Congyue and our very own Teacher Bai!”

When the camera cut to the man and the dog, the comment section hit its peak velocity.

[AAAAHHH WHY IS HE SO CUTE!!] [Brother Yu looks so handsome in this suit!! Wait! His tie is the same color as Xiaobai’s sweater! Give the stylist a raise!] [Oyo Xiaobai, look at that tail wagging again Hahaha, who remembers the ending of the first livestream?] [Yu Congyue/ Yu Congyue/ Yu Congyue/]

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The male host, who had planned to pick two comments for interaction, froze for a few seconds as he watched the screen scroll frantically. He shook his head, his shock undisguised. “You two are incredibly popular. I’ve been streaming for a long time, but this is the first time I’ve seen the comments lag like this…”

“In that case, Wooge can’t be stingy!” the female host chimed in. “We’re adding ten more 666-yuan cash red packets. Good luck to everyone!”

Just as she finished, three crisp clangs rang out. The female host had produced a small stainless steel bowl from nowhere and placed it near Bai Xun’s tail, which promptly thwacked it right in the center.

“Perfect! With Teacher Bai’s ‘opening gong,’ let’s officially start tonight’s content.”

The stream went flawlessly. With the constant addition of perks and giveaways, the popularity soared to number one on the platform. Before the stream even ended, multiple platforms were already flooding the business inbox with exclusive broadcasting requests.

Bai Xun had stayed hungry since waking up just for this effect, so he ate his way from start to finish. Even though he trotted around the floor a few times, his belly remained stuffed like a piece of stuffed chicken wing.

Eventually, he couldn’t eat another bite. He was scooped up and leaned against Yu Congyue’s chest, paws up, drifting off. Looking up, he saw his “Good Brother’s” handsome face; looking down, he saw the full-screen data of his rising career. He smacked his lips in content.

A dog’s life—easy as pie.

Yu Congyue found the half-squinting, leg-twitching Bai Xun hilarious. He cooperated with the hosts while secretly rubbing the round, warm belly under his palm.

When the stream ended and the director cut the feed, the moment the final data froze on the screen, a sharp scream of excitement erupted from the control station.

“We broke seven thousand orders in this one session…” The controller’s fingers flew across the keyboard, eyes wide at the figures. “The average order value is over six hundred! My god…”

Even the two hosts were incredulous. They thought Bai Xun’s first session—earning 2.1 million—was a freak talent, but they hadn’t expected to break a new record so soon.

Everyone crowded around the screen to witness the feat. The data team even color-printed several copies to stick on their monitors, thinking they’d bow to the paper before future streams to catch the luck.

Bai Xun was in a “carb coma” until the screaming startled him. He let out several loud hiccups. As Yu Congyue stood there helplessly, Tracy—who hadn’t been seen in a while—pushed open the door. She took Bai Xun with an “Eh?”, weighed him for a second, and then propped his chest against her shoulder, gently patting his back with her knuckles.

“Did Xiaobai get fat?” Tracy felt her wrist aching after only a few pats. He looked like any other two-month-old Golden Retriever, but was he made of solid lead?

“Just your imagination. How fat can a puppy get? Maybe you just lack exercise lately…” Yu Congyue turned his head, saw Bai Xun’s silhouette looking like a giant kiwi fruit, and quickly looked away. “Is the matter settled?”

Tracy’s hand paused as she gave an ambiguous reply: “On my personal level, yes. But for the specifics, we have to see what President Congming and the others think.”

“Big Brother?”

“Yes. They’re coming to Lushi for the board meeting on Friday.” Tracy noticed Bai Xun had stopped hiccuping and was looking around. She found a scale in the corner. When the electronic voice announced “6.9 pounds,” she let out a long sigh. “I remember he was barely five pounds two weeks ago?”

Bai Xun guiltily looked away, licking his nose and yawning to cover the embarrassment.

In the past two weeks, he had done nothing but eat and sleep. Ever since he tumbled down the stairs the first time, Yu Congyue hardly let him walk on the ground. He was carried everywhere. Combined with his natural laziness, his exercise levels had plummeted. The XS sweater he first bought was visibly stretched around the neck, and his collar had been loosened by two notches.

“I checked tomorrow’s schedule. There’s an offline promotional shoot for Wooge at 3:00 PM. Xiaobai, that belly…” Tracy sat down and poked the still-bulging tummy.

“Woof woof woof whimper (Whatever, I’m a dog now, no one cares if I gain a pound or two)…” Bai Xun protested, though he looked at his belly with some uncertainty.

Fortunately, a staff member from the data group rescued him from the “predicament.”

“President Yu, Teacher Bai! The single-session GMV for this stream broke 4.7 million! The conversion rate is a staggering 12.7%! The official account gained 60,000 followers, and Teacher Bai’s account gained 110,000, breaking 750,000 total!” The employee pushed up his glasses, his voice trembling with excitement.

Even Tracy was stunned. That conversion rate was rare in this category. If this data could be translated to other fast-moving consumer goods like beauty or daily necessities, breaking ten million would be a cakewalk.

It seemed the plan to “snatch” Bai Xun away from TaoMai, discussed in the last weekly meeting, needed to be prioritized.

The Boss needs to put in more effort.

Bai Xun felt a bit nervous under Tracy’s intense gaze. He turned and saw the jubilant employee—and a pair of tall, twitching rabbit ears. Peeking further, he saw a slender young Beastman recording something on a tablet.

A rabbit?

He hopped out of Tracy’s arms, scrambled onto the sofa, and leaned in to read the name on the ID badge.

PR Department – Qiu You.

So this was the rabbit Yu Congji was obsessed with.

Bai Xun tilted his head, sizing up the Beastman. At first glance, he fit the “capable of making a classic CEO obsessed” trope perfectly: while not as strikingly beautiful as Yu Congyue, his cold demeanor and obvious competence gave him a high-intelligence aura. His dark eyes, similar in color to his brownish-grey hair, added a touch of mystery.

If he became an influencer with a “refined intellectual” persona, he’d definitely go viral.

“Teacher Bai, nice to meet you. I’m Qiu You.” By the time Bai Xun snapped out of it, Qiu You had crouched down and extended a hand. His eyes held a sense of familiarity that Bai Xun couldn’t quite place.

He reached out to shake Qiu You’s hand, staring into his eyes. He felt that behind this seemingly gentle exterior, there was a faint hint of a “superior’s” presence.

The feeling vanished in an instant. Bai Xun chalked it up to the height difference.

Wait… why isn’t he in his Atavism period?

Bai Xun craned his neck, sniffing around him as if looking for clues. Before he could find anything, he was subtly separated from the rabbit by Yu Congyue, who had just finished removing his makeup.

“Some Beastmen have very short Atavism periods, or if one parent is human, their genes are relatively more stable,” Yu Congyue noted, glancing at Qiu You, whose expression had significantly flattened. He picked up Bai Xun, fed him probiotics, and prepared to leave.

“President Yu, I’d actually like a word in private,” Qiu You stood up, a clear exhaustion in his voice.

Yu Congyue knew what he wanted to say and didn’t stop walking. “Congji’s schedule will be very full moving forward. Don’t worry.”

“Then, thank you, President Yu.” Qiu You sighed in obvious relief.

Bai Xun rested his chin on Yu Congyue’s shoulder and looked back. Qiu You crinkled his eyes, waved at him, and went back to work.

What a pro. Solving personal business and getting back to work that fast. With that ability, it’s a crime if he doesn’t get promoted.

“Does Xiaobai like rabbits?”

Yu Congyue’s sudden question caught him off guard.

What? Who likes rabbits? Which rabbit?

Bai Xun tilted his head, trying to process. Has Yu Congyue figured out his plan to start a company and sign his own talent? He leaned back, suspiciously eyeing Yu Congyue’s expression.

Seeing the worry in the pup’s eyes, Yu Congyue felt his suspicion was confirmed.

So, Bai Xun shook his head, wanting to express that he had no intention of “poaching” anyone right now.

Yu Congyue also let out a breath. He’d seen how interested the pup was in the rabbit just now; it seemed it was just curiosity.

Bai Xun heard the faint sigh and knew he’d guessed right. He gave a little huff, proud of his improved ability to “read the room,” and went back to dreaming about his startup.

If even that amateur MCN could make money signing artists, it’d be a waste for me to keep all these video ideas to myself. Once I’m bigger, I’ll be the boss, hire staff, take a cut of the ads… maybe even collaborate with Brother’s company…

The thought of endless money made Bai Xun happy. The thought of rubbing it in his former agency’s face made him even more excited.

This joy kept him awake all night, and he was still in a state of high energy the next day.

Yu Congyue was worried when he brought him to the set, but seeing him cooperate enthusiastically—running back and forth on the outdoor grass without issue—he couldn’t say much.

“Second Uncle!”

A familiar sound came from behind. Yu Congyue turned just as two little toddlers crashed into his legs.

“Zhaozhao and Xiaolan?” He looked at his nephew and niece, smiling as he patted their heads. He looked up and, sure enough, saw his eldest brother and sister-in-law.

Yu Congming was standing nearby, holding a black cat wrapped tightly in a scarf. At first glance, Yu Congyue could only see his sister-in-law’s resigned face peering out from the bundle.

As he walked over leading the two children, he heard his sister-in-law complain.

“I’m not that delicate. Why are you wrapping me up so tight?”

Yu Congyue froze, confirming for the third time that it was indeed his sister-in-law speaking.

Wait… you can talk during Atavism Month?!