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

The training continued the next day, focusing on the puppy beast's clones and holy light bullets.

"Little Dog Beast, one more time!" Cheng Yuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, watching the white figure dart across the training field like lightning.

"Woof!" The little dog suddenly stopped and turned around, and a blurry gray afterimage suddenly appeared behind it.

Although it only lasted for two seconds before dissipating, it was already a major breakthrough for today!

"Beautiful!" Cheng Yuan snapped his fingers excitedly. "The Shadow Clone is starting to take shape!"

Not far away, the pangolin of Kangzhaodi was condensing earth-elemental energy into its claws and slamming them down on the ground—with a loud "boom," three deep claw marks appeared on the training ground.

"Holy crap, big guy, are you going to tear down the school?" Cheng Yuan whistled.

Kang Zhaodi scratched his head sheepishly: "Teacher Xu said that you have to practice your skills until you can control them freely to be considered qualified..."

On the other side, Zhao Lu's Gear Beast was crackling with electricity as it charged under high pressure to increase the power of its skill [Electric Shock Device]. Its originally silver body turned slightly red due to the overload.

"You want Gearmon to evolve into a three-in-one Gearmon?" Cheng Yuan teased.

Zhao Lu rolled her eyes at him: "Are you kidding me! You've been watching too much Pokémon..."

"Little Puppy, let's continue practicing Holy Light Bullets." Cheng Yuan rubbed its little head. "Let's try to control two at the same time today!"

Wang Wei's Hedgehog Beast is also using its speed advantage and Flash Needle skill to create its own kite tactics;

Floramon developed skills related to poison gas, while Palmon focused on developing skills related to thorns.

Some students are still racking their brains and haven't come up with any ideas yet, so they should just focus on doing basic exercises.

During the midday cultural class, Zhao Lu acted like a strict little teacher, watching Cheng Yuan intently as he completed each question.

"You got this question wrong again!" Zhao Lu slammed her pen into the test paper. "Is your brain filled with dog poop? How can you get such a simple programming formula wrong!"

Cheng Yuan looked aggrieved: "I've been busy training..."

"No matter how good your training is, it's all for nothing if you fail the written test!" Zhao Lu angrily snatched his pen. "Look carefully, I'm saying it one last time!"

After the midday cultural class, Zhao Lu's earnest advice to Cheng Yuan, and the afternoon's strenuous training, Cheng Yuan felt like his body was about to fall apart.

"Woof!" The little dog lying on his lap agreed.

"drop--"

The training had just ended when my phone beeped with a message notification.

Cheng Yuan took it out and saw that it was a message from Yun Yao:

I've already arrived. Have you set off yet?

Cheng Yuan checked the time and realized that the other party had arrived half an hour earlier.

He dragged his weary body, carrying his equally exhausted little dog, and slowly walked towards Qingtian Square.

In the music café, Yun Yao and her star beast were sitting by the window.

She waved excitedly when she saw Cheng Yuan come in.

"Sorry, training just ended..." Cheng Yuan slumped into his chair, while the little dog beast lay down under the table.

"It's okay!" Yun Yao's eyes sparkled. "I really want to thank you! Thanks to 'Butterfly,' I broke through on the show! The producer said that with this song, I'll definitely be in the center position for the next few episodes!"

Cheng Yuan took the lemonade from the Star Beast and asked curiously, "You participated in this program because..."

"Actually, I participated in the show purely out of interest. My dad's company is enough to support me for the rest of my life." She winked playfully, her eyes sparkling with pure light. "But standing on stage with Star Beast and letting more people hear our songs, that's what we really want."

Cheng Yuan nearly choked on his water: "So you're a rich kid?"

"No, that's not true!" Yun Yao retorted, blushing. "I relied on myself! Um... and you too..."

The conversation naturally drifted to that magical song. Yun Yao, resting her chin on her hands, asked curiously, "Cheng Yuan, how exactly did you create 'Butterfly'? A song that can boost a Digimon's attributes? I've never heard of anything like it!"

Cheng Yuan's back instantly broke out in a fine sweat. He couldn't very well admit that he had "borrowed" it from another world, could he?

In a moment of inspiration, his eyes suddenly became deep: "Actually... I have a dream."

He paused for a moment, his voice deep and magnetic, "I want to spread the seeds of music to every corner of the digital world."

Yun Yao's eyes lit up immediately, and she leaned forward unconsciously: "Music...spreading throughout the digital world?"

"That's right." Cheng Yuan's embellishment flowed more and more smoothly. "During many digital space adventures, I felt a strange resonance between music and data." He lowered his voice mysteriously, "Butterfly was born from this epiphany."

"Oh my god!" Yun Yao excitedly grabbed Cheng Yuan's wrist, almost spilling her coffee. "This is just...so romantic!"

The Star Beast excitedly spun around, scattering a string of shimmering data starlight—a perfect match!

Cheng Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this acting performance should be worthy of an Oscar.

He stole a glance at Yun Yao's adoring gaze and suddenly felt a pang of conscience—but then he thought, wasn't he also helping to enrich the cultural diversity of the digital world?

Yun Yao suddenly lowered her voice, her fingers nervously stirring the straw in her coffee cup: "Actually... I've heard some bad rumors lately."

Her star beast stopped spinning and landed worriedly on her shoulder.

"The investors behind the show..." Yun Yao bit her lower lip, "They want to force me to sign an unfair contract and seize the copyright of 'Butterfly' for themselves."

Cheng Yuan frowned, but before he could speak, Yun Yao firmly shook her head: "I refuse. The value of this song goes far beyond this; it could very well become a phenomenal hit." She raised her head, her eyes clear and stubborn. "Besides, you are the original author of this song, and I have no right to make the decision for you."

At this point, she laughed self-deprecatingly: "Maybe... I'll be 'dropped off midway' by the production team because of this insistence."

Cheng Yuan was speechless for a moment. He hadn't expected Yun Yao to maintain such principles in the profit-driven entertainment industry. She could have easily kept the song for herself—after all, no one knew the truth except the two of them.

"You..." Cheng Yuan carefully chose his words, "Actually, there's no need to be so serious."

"This isn't about being pedantic!" Yun Yao suddenly became excited, and the Star Beast also blinked. "As a musician, I know all too well the value of creation."

Her gaze suddenly softened. "To be able to write a song that touches the hearts of Digimon like this, you must be a very special person."

Cheng Yuan blushed and touched his nose guiltily.

"That's it!" Yun Yao's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had thought of a brilliant idea. "If I get kicked off the show... how about we start a music company together?"

"Huh?" Cheng Yuan almost choked on his coffee.

"You'll handle the songwriting, and Star Beast and I will handle the vocals!" Yun Yao became more and more excited as she spoke, her fingers lightly tapping out a rhythm on the table. "With 'Butterfly' as your technical contribution, we'll split the profits 50/50! My dad's company will handle the operations and resources; you just focus on creating!"

She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with anticipation: "In the future, if you have any new works, we can all put them on this platform. How about it?"

Cheng Yuan nearly slid off his chair: "Start...start a company?"