Digimon: I really didn't want to be the Digimon Emperor!

The students watched in stunned silence as if they were watching Saiyans from Dragon Ball clash. The holy light bullet and the lightning ball collided in mid-air, unleashing a dazzling display of light. They exchanged blows, neither able to gain the upper hand.

Even if they tried to break through at top speed, they were blocked by the power grid.

"Stalemate! Zhao Lu advances!" Xu Xin announced.

Cheng Yuan wiped his sweat: "Did you all go out to sneak out for some 'Growth Happiness' food this weekend?"

The other students weren't so lucky; they all recorded the battle data with their heads down.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night—I need to figure out how to break the kite tactic and develop my own unique strategy for my Digimon.

During the lunch break between academic classes, Cheng Yuan was struggling with math problems while biting his pen when Zhao Lu suddenly slammed her phone on the table, startling him so much that he almost swallowed the pen cap.

"I'm so angry! Yun Yao is being slandered so badly!" Zhao Lu gritted her teeth, looking just like a cat with its fur standing on end, and even the gear beast on her shoulder started turning its saw teeth with a "click-clack".

"Huh?" Cheng Yuan paused, his pen poised.

“The latest episode of ‘Digital Queen Producer’ aired last night,” Zhao Lu shoved her phone right in front of his nose, the screen almost touching his eyelashes. “Although Yun Yao is still in the center position, the new song doesn’t have the magical effect of ‘Butterfly’ that can boost the attributes of Digimon. Those haters suddenly went on a wild party!”

Cheng Yuan squinted and leaned back before he could see the contents of his phone.

The comments section was a complete disaster:

[This is it? She dares to call herself a genius creator? She should be renamed 'Queen of One Song' instead.] (Added a dog emoji.) [She definitely bought the rights to "Butterfly," right? Now her true colors are showing, haha.] This was followed by three laughing-crying emojis.

[I suggest investigating the financial backer behind this, haha.]

"What the hell is this?!" Zhao Lu stomped her feet in anger, her ponytail swinging back and forth. "It must be paid trolls hired by our competitors! Look at this account, yesterday they were praising another contestant, and today they're smearing Yun Yao!"

Cheng Yuan stroked his chin thoughtfully.

When I met Yun Yao at a coffee shop a couple of days ago, she mentioned that she might be targeted by capital.

I just didn't expect them to act so quickly, not even giving me two episodes to observe before resorting to underhanded tactics.

“The world of capital…” Cheng Yuan muttered to himself.

The afternoon training continued in full swing. With the experience gained in the morning, the students were even more eager to challenge Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan also continuously optimized his tactics during this process.

The shadow clone lures the enemy deep into the enemy's territory, using a feint attack;

The holy light missiles can launch surprise attacks from unexpected directions, making them difficult to defend against.

A high-speed charge followed by a puppy's roar interrupts a skill combo...

"The class representative has made rapid progress." Xu Xin stroked his chin. "Looks like he's been practicing a lot over the weekend."

Cheng Yuan chuckled twice, thinking to himself: That's right, I played 11 games in two days, and my wallet is bulging.

Throughout the afternoon, Cheng Yuan continued to meet the challenges from his classmates. In the process, he also received training from the little dog beast, gaining more insights into the combination and innovative use of skills.

As school was about to let out in the afternoon, Cheng Yuan's phone suddenly vibrated.

It was a location message sent by Yun Yao, with the message: "[The production team wants to detain me, help me...]"

Chapter 29 House Arrest?

"Beep...beep..." The moment the call connected, Cheng Yuan heard a strange splashing sound.

"Hello? Cheng Yuan?" Yun Yao's voice came from the phone, accompanied by an eerie echo.

"Where are you? It sounds like you're..."

"A toilet stall," Yun Yao replied in a low voice. "The production team locked me in the recording studio, saying it was for 'closed-door creative work,' but actually they just wanted to force me to sign that exploitative contract."

Cheng Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Then why don't you just leave?"

There are two security guards standing at the entrance!

"You're an animal trainer, why are you afraid of two security guards?"

Yun Yao said angrily, "They said it's 'for the sake of art,' and if I force myself to leave, it will be edited to look like I'm throwing a tantrum."

Cheng Yuan glanced at the time—17:04 PM. He sighed, "So you want me to..."

"Get me out of here!" Yun Yao's voice suddenly rose, then she quickly lowered it again. "If my dad finds out I'm under house arrest, he'll definitely drag me home. Then all the independent career I've worked so hard to achieve will be ruined!"

On the other end of the phone came the "ee-yah-yah" echoing sounds of the Star Beasts and the Pick-Up Beasts.

Cheng Yuan rubbed his temples. Logically, this matter had nothing to do with him, but the thought of the substantial profits brought by the song "Butterfly"...

"Okay, wait for me." He hung up the phone and turned to the little dog on his shoulder, saying, "Little dog, our sugar daddy is in trouble."

"Woof?" The little dog tilted its head, looking completely innocent.

"Simply put, someone is trying to steal our money," Cheng Yuan put it another way.

"Wang?"

"Ahem, to put it simply, someone's trying to steal our sacred feast: the data burger, the Rubik's Cube-baked lobster, and the energy sashimi..."

"Woof woof!" The little beast immediately perked up its ears, its eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

Cheng Yuan took a taxi straight to Qianhai District. This is the cultural center of Shenzhen, with towering skyscrapers and major entertainment companies gathered here.

"Master, to the Creative Camp Company," Cheng Yuan reported his destination.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Young man, are you going to participate in a talent show?"

"No, we're going to get them out." Cheng Yuan smiled mysteriously.

The company behind "Produce Camp" is an entertainment company that has risen to prominence in recent years. It started by copying various hit shows, but has never really taken off.

This year, they took a different approach and launched "Digital Queen Creation Camp," where trainers and Digimon team up to create and compete. Unexpectedly, "Butterfly" became an instant hit.

It was already six o'clock when they arrived at their destination. Cheng Yuan rubbed his rumbling stomach: "Let's fill our stomachs first."

He randomly picked a fast food restaurant, looked at the menu, and ordered the signature dish – "Potato and Potato Rice Bowl".

At the same time, I used the Digivice to order a Sacred Bread for my puppy in the shop, -JPY200.

"Your rice bowl is here."

Cheng Yuan was about to eat when he suddenly looked annoyed: "Boss, what kind of food did you serve?"

"Potato and potato rice bowl, that's right," the waiter said.

"Then why are there only potatoes? Where are the potatoes?" Cheng Yuan poked at them with his chopsticks.

"The potatoes are in there too," the waiter said. "The sliced ​​pieces are potatoes, and the shredded pieces are potatoes."

"???"

Cheng Yuancai realized that his understanding had been shattered. Oh, it wasn't beef stew with potatoes. Excuse me.

"Actually, it's just braised potatoes. The owner is just trying to make the menu seem more elaborate by adding more words. Otherwise, if you want to eat braised beef with potatoes for 10 yuan, you're dreaming," the waiter bluntly stated.

The little dog beast was enjoying its 200-yuan data bread, showing no interest in the human's word games.

"Okay, okay, let's eat."

Cheng Yuan shook his head and decided not to pursue the matter any further.

After eating and drinking his fill, Cheng Yuan straightened his collar and strode aggressively toward the Creative Camp building.

"Who are you looking for?" the security guard stopped him.

"I'm here at the Creative Camp company on the 15th floor for an interview for a creative assistant position. You know Yun Yao, right? She registered online."

Following the story agreed upon with Yun Yao, he was successfully led into the building and taken the elevator to the 15th floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Cheng Yuan was stunned by what he saw—the entire floor had been transformed into a huge recording studio, with a dazzling array of stage sets, staff moving back and forth, and celebrity contestants posing in front of the camera, being photographed or interviewed.

"You're here to interview for Yun Yao's assistant?" a shrill voice came from behind.

Cheng Yuan turned around and saw a man with a small braid and wearing a tight suit pointing at him with a delicate, orchid-like finger. The man's affected manner made the security guard turn his face away.

The security guard couldn't bear to look, so he quietly said that the person had been brought, and then entered the elevator with his eyes burning.

"Hmm, I'd like to give it a try." Cheng Yuan sized up the other person.

"This is not a place for children to play. Go back."

The man turned to leave, never once opening his eyes to look at Cheng Yuan.

"What's wrong with Yun Yao? She said she was hiring an assistant, but she's shown him so many excellent people and rejected them all. What's so good about this person? She brings all sorts of random people to the company. The only cute thing is the pet dog on her shoulder."

"I haven't even had my interview yet!" Cheng Yuan shouted.

"The interview is over!" the man said in a high-pitched voice.

After saying that, she turned and walked away, leaving Cheng Yuan standing there dumbfounded.

"Woof!" the little dog barked in dissatisfaction, clearly unhappy with the nickname "cat and dog."

But now that we've come this far, we have no intention of giving up halfway.

Cheng Yuan stroked his chin: "Let's sneak in and take a look."

Seeing that the androgynous man had already gone far away, Cheng Yuan swaggered to the entrance of the studio.

He looked around and quickly spotted a black vest and baseball cap on the prop box, with the words "Director's Team" printed on them.

"Clothes lying around, they have no manners at all."

Cheng Yuan calmly picked up a black vest and baseball cap, put them on, and then put on a mask, instantly transforming from a high school student into a staff member before walking into the studio.

He swaggered around the shed, nodding occasionally to the busy staff, and surprisingly no one suspected anything.

“Recording Room 1530…” Cheng Yuan murmured the room number Yun Yao had given him, and quickly found his target.

Sure enough, two burly men were standing at the door, idly playing on their phones.

Cheng Yuan took a deep breath, straightened his back and walked over, intentionally or unintentionally revealing the words "Director Team" on his back: "It's shift change, you guys go and rest."

The security guard looked up at him suspiciously: "Didn't you receive any notification?"

"It was just decided." Cheng Yuan lowered his voice. "The production team needs to rearrange things. This time, we're going to create an authentic recording studio live broadcast scene. All irrelevant people will be cleared out."

The two security guards exchanged a glance, and one of them hesitated before saying, "But the deputy director instructed..."

"Deputy director? You mean that sissy?" Cheng Yuan scoffed. "He's getting a real dressing down from the head director right now, he doesn't have time to worry about this."

Seeing the security guards still hesitating, Cheng Yuan added fuel to the fire: "Why don't you go and ask them yourselves? But the director isn't in a good mood right now..."

This worked; the two security guards quickly got up and left, fearing they would be drawn into the power struggle among the higher-ups.

After they had gone some distance, Cheng Yuan immediately knocked on the door: "Yun Yao? It's me."

The door opened a crack, revealing Yun Yao's wary face. Upon recognizing Cheng Yuan, she pulled him inside.

"Why did you take so long to get here!" Yun Yao complained, her eyes red. "I was going crazy from holding it in!"

Star Beast pounced and hugged Little Dog Beast, and the two little guys rubbed against each other affectionately.

The recording studio was piled high with snack bags and beverage bottles, so it seems the production team's "house arrest" treatment was pretty good.

"So what exactly is going on?" Cheng Yuan asked.

Yun Yao sat down angrily: "They want me to write a new song that can rival 'Butterfly,' or they won't let me leave the recording studio."

"Then write it."

"If I could write it, would I still be asking you?" Yun Yao rubbed her hair in frustration. "Ever since I heard 'Butterfly,' all the songs I've written have been like garbage!"

The Star Beast nodded vigorously, indicating that it deeply agreed.

Cheng Yuan shook his head helplessly: "So they don't really want to detain you, they're just using this method to force you to create?"

"Pretty much." Yun Yao pouted. "They even hinted that if I signed that contract, they could 'relax the requirements appropriately'."

Cheng Yuan asked thoughtfully, "How much subscription revenue did Butterfly generate last week?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Yao's eyes immediately lit up: "It's doubled! A full 200 ​​million! According to the agreement, your share is 20."

Cheng Yuan's heart raced instantly—20 wealth points!

“However…” Yun Yao winked mischievously, “we can only ‘divide the spoils’ after you rescue me~”

Cheng Yuan narrowed his eyes: "Are you trying to trick me?"

"Please~" Yun Yao stuck out her tongue, "I know your talent is far more than this?"

"Never mind, I happen to have one song here. I'll borrow your equipment to test it out and see what effect it has!" Cheng Yuan wanted to know if the other songs had any effect, and whether the problem was with the songs or with his voice.