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

Chapter 30 Evolutionary March

Yun Yao's eyes lit up like searchlights instantly, and she grabbed his arm: "Really? Sing, sing!"

"Don't rush, let me gather my emotions." Cheng Yuan cleared his throat and began to hum.

Yun Yao immediately entered learning mode. The Star Beast pulled out a blank sheet of music from somewhere and restored the score on its own. The Plectrum Beasts automatically entered a state of rapture, swaying their heads and tapping to the beat.

Brave Heart

Everyone, at times, wants to escape and run away.

"In an instant, awaken dormant potential."

"Yes, we can overcome all obstacles."

There are some things that, once you choose them, no one can take your place.

"May the light of evolution shine ever bright in this digital wonderland, creating miracles..."

"..."

Cheng Yuan's voice echoed in the recording studio, and Yun Yao hummed along as she memorized the lyrics. The little dog beast tilted its head, watching curiously as the group of humans and Digimon suddenly entered an artistic creative state.

When the song reached the line "Show me your brave heart," Star Beast's black sunglasses suddenly flashed with colorful electronic light, and the Piece Beasts trembled with excitement.

When the song ended, the recording studio was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yun Yao slowly opened her eyes: "Although I don't know what special effects this song has..." Her voice trembled slightly, "I can feel the same excitement I felt when I first heard 'Butterfly'."

"One more time!" Yun Yao said impatiently, "I haven't memorized it yet!"

Star Beast also raised its hand, asking Cheng Yuan to teach it how to play the accompaniment. Star Beast and Plectrant Beast's excellent instrumental skills allowed them to perfectly reproduce the original accompaniment.

So Cheng Yuan patiently taught her several more times until Yun Yao was able to sing the song completely.

“We’ve learned enough, let’s record a preview. We happen to have all the equipment,” Yun Yao said excitedly.

Star Beast immediately adjusted the recording equipment, a high-end device imported from the Kingdom of Eagles with excellent sound quality. One set of equipment was equivalent to a luxury house. At this time, the bored Little Dog Beast also approached the control panel.

"Woof?" The little dog looked at the row of colorful buttons and stretched out its paw, eager to try them out.

"Press that red one!" Star Beast pointed to the button that said "REC".

The little dog nodded solemnly, and then—smack!—it accidentally slapped the loudspeaker button next to it that said "BROADCAST".

In an instant, the exciting intro of the electric guitar resounded throughout the entire 15th floor through the broadcast system!

The director, who was drinking coffee, spat it out: "Holy crap! Who's playing music?"

The contestant, who was putting on makeup, accidentally drew eyeliner all the way to her temple: "This intro... is amazing!"

Then Yun Yao's clear and bright voice rang out, like a lightning bolt cleaving through the dullness of the entire floor:

"Everyone, at times, wants to escape, to run away—"

The 15th floor instantly erupted in excitement!

The editor stopped what he was doing and couldn't help but nod along to the rhythm, and the photographer started jumping around to the beat with his camera.

"This song...I've never heard of it...is it an original?"

Even the singers who were being filmed or interviewed stopped quietly to listen to this new song that could instantly stir their emotions.

Just then, a shocking scene unfolded—a Caprimon in the corner suddenly trembled violently, its body bursting with dazzling silver light!

"What's going on?" its owner, photographer Kobayashi, exclaimed in surprise. The young Digimon was surrounded by countless silver hexagonal spots of light, which gradually formed a shimmering silver cocoon.

"The Cocoon of Evolution?!" The surrounding staff were all dumbfounded. "How could this happen so suddenly?"

Kobayashi was utterly dumbfounded. He had scrimped and saved for years to afford a Digivice and a DigiDevice, but because he had spent all his savings and hadn't even bought the evolution materials, his Garchomp remained stuck in Baby II. Who could have imagined that today, suddenly...

Before she could even recover from her shock and confusion, an even more astonishing scene unfolded—the singer rehearsing in the center of the stage, her Seed Beast also began to glow!

The hexagonal spots of light, emerald green and entwined with the grass and leaves, twinkled like stars, enveloping it in a crystal-clear green cocoon.

"Another one?!" The director's coffee cup fell to the ground with a "clatter".

The entire studio was silent; everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two evolutionary cocoons radiating a mysterious light.

As the last note faded, a crisp "click" sound suddenly rang out in the studio.

The silver and green cocoons shattered simultaneously, and in the dazzling light, brand new Gearmon and Floramon emerged from the cocoons!

An eerie silence fell over the entire 15th floor, with everyone staring in disbelief, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Although it was hard to believe, those present secretly began to speculate.

Is it possible that this song... could trigger the evolution of Digimon?

This is... absolutely shocking!

until--

"It's, it's, it's Yun Yao!!!" The effeminate deputy director, Wei Wan, screamed and sprinted towards the recording studio, wiggling his hips. "It must be her!"

He recognized the voice and ran towards 1505 to verify it.

Meanwhile, inside recording studio 1505, the commotion was completely unaware that something had already broken out outside.

"Woof..." The little dog drooped its ears, feeling extremely annoyed that it had pressed the wrong button.

"It's okay," Cheng Yuan rubbed its little head. "It's alright if we can't record it. We're just testing the effect anyway."

Yun Yao, tidying up the sheet music, said, "Why don't we slip away before the security guards react?"

Cheng Yuan nodded in agreement and just as he gently opened the door a crack, he heard hurried footsteps approaching.

Cheng Yuan reacted quickly and slammed the door shut, but a dark red leather shoe got stuck in the doorway, preventing the door from closing. The person outside was in so much pain that their face contorted.

"Ouch!" came a cry of pain from outside the door. "My foot!"

"You, you, who are you?" Wei Wan pointed at Cheng Yuan with her orchid-shaped fingers trembling.

"Oh no!" Cheng Yuan's heart sank. "How could it be this sissy!"

“It’s Weiwan’s deputy director!” Yun Yao whispered.

"It's you!" Wei Wan suddenly realized, "You're that kid who came for the interview!"

"Holy crap," Cheng Yuan pulled down his hat brim, "you can even recognize this?"

Wei Wan used both his hands and feet to push the door open, mainly because Cheng Yuan was afraid of really hurting his feet, so he didn't dare to use too much force.

"How dare you!" Wei Wan pointed her finger, trembling with anger. "How dare you trespass into the recording studio!"

“Brother, I really came here for an interview, why make things difficult for me?” Cheng Yuan said.

"What big brother? Call me sister!"

Cheng Yuan: "......"

His fist hardened.

When the two were at an impasse, Wei Wan suddenly remembered the important matter and immediately turned to Yun Yao with a fawning expression.

She walked enthusiastically toward Yun Yao, wanting to hold her hand and speak, but she avoided him. He still asked warmly, "Yao Yao, was that the song you sang just now?"

Yun Yao nodded reluctantly.

“I told you so, you should have gone into seclusion like this. You could definitely have created a song that’s no less amazing than ‘Butterfly’.”

Yun Yao remained silent, pointed at Cheng Yuan with her finger, and looked at Cheng Yuan for help.

Wei Wan's expression froze instantly, and he looked at Cheng Yuan in disbelief: "Was it... was it you who created it?"

Cheng Yuan shrugged noncommittally, and the little dog jumped onto his shoulder obediently, head held high and chest puffed out.

"You even wrote 'Butterfly'?" Wei Wan's voice rose eight octaves.

Cheng Yuan: ╮(╯▽╰)╭

"You, you, you, you are that mysterious creator...?" Surprise and frustration began to fill Weiwan's heart.

"Now that the song is finished, and you've heard it, we can go now." Cheng Yuan spread his hands, looking rather helpless.

At this moment, a wonderful drama is unfolding in Weiwan's heart—surprise, regret, admiration, scheming and other emotions take turns on stage.

A high school student has created two songs brimming with mysterious power—one that adds attribute points to Digimon, and the other potentially related to Digimon evolution. Two songs in total! This means his musical talent and artistry deeply resonate with Digimon; it's simply...

Demon!

It turns out, some people live just to make up the numbers...

Wei Wan swallowed and asked, "That song just now... was it the Song of Evolution?"

Cheng Yuan recalled that in the first Digimon anime, this song would play every time a Digimon evolved, which netizens indeed called the evolution background music. So he replied, "How did you know?"

"Two Baby 2 Digimon suddenly evolved while listening to this!"

Cheng Yuan stared wide-eyed: (个_个)

Wei Wan: It really was him!

"On behalf of the company, I am deeply sorry for the company's actions, but I also feel extremely remorseful."

"A confused tree bears confused fruit, and beneath the confused tree are you and me..." Cheng Yuan and Yun Yao looked at each other.

I am truly impressed by how quickly Your Excellency can change your attitude.

"But, Mr. Cheng, I really didn't like your attitude before!"

Chapter 31 There is light in the eyes

Cheng Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Wei Wan with a teasing gaze.

"What do you want?" Wei Wan frowned.

“What do you mean, ‘you’? Call me President Cheng,” Cheng Yuan said.

"Hmph, Mr. Cheng, just say what you want." Wei Wan knew better than anyone what a genius who could create hit songs like "Butterfly" and "Brave Heart" meant to the entire production team—he was a cash cow that could double their show's ratings!

Even the chief director should take it seriously.

"At least apologize. Who can stand someone who looks down on others from the start?" Cheng Yuan said.

You ignored me just now, but now you can't afford to miss me.

“I have a few more inspirations that could probably be turned into songs,” Cheng Yuan deliberately drawled, “but I haven’t quite come up with the right mood yet…”

Wei Wan's eyes widened instantly like bronze bells: "There's more?!"

"You still have songs to write?" Yun Yao grabbed Cheng Yuan's arm, her eyes shining as if she had discovered a new continent.

“Of course,” Cheng Yuan shrugged, “writing songs is something anyone can do. Unlike some people, who can’t even apologize.”

Wei Wan: "..."

Hesitation flickered in Wei Wan's eyes. He knew that if he let this mysterious creator leave today, the chief director would skin him alive.

"Okay, I apologize, but if you can't write more songs, I'll make you regret it."

"Is this an apology?" Cheng Yuan frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry..." Wei Wan bowed deeply.

"What? I can't hear you because I'm not wearing a mask." Cheng Yuan yawned.

What does a face mask have to do with your hearing?

He knew Cheng Yuan was deliberately making things difficult for him, but this time, even if the director, producer, and investors came, he was the only one who could back down.

After all, the value of these two songs is enough to shake the entire entertainment industry, not to mention those songs that haven't been "born" yet.

“I sincerely apologize for my behavior just now,” Wei Wan took a deep breath and bowed ninety degrees, “Please forgive me, Mr. Cheng.”

"Hmm, that's more like it. Let's forget about what happened earlier," Cheng Yuan said. "Let's go, Yun Yao."

As soon as the two turned around, Wei Wan exclaimed anxiously, "Wait! The employment contract..."

"Who said I wanted to work for you?" Cheng Yuan turned around and made a face. "What creative manager? Do you think I care?"

"You, you, you!" Wei Wan stomped her feet in anger.

"What do you mean, 'you'? You're like a broken record! Let's keep things separate."