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

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

"Feed? 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. 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-ee-ya-ya" echoing sounds of the Star Beasts and the Pick-Up Beasts.

Cheng Yuan rubbed his temples. Logically, this matter shouldn't concern him, but the thought of the substantial profits brought by the song "Butterfly"...

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

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

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

"Woof?"

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

"Woof woof!" The little dog 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, 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 Holy Bread for the puppy beast in the shop, -¥200.

"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.

"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 for the cameras, 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 isn't a place for kids like you 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 pet dog on her shoulder is kind of cute, though."

"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, she has 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 muttered 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 live recording studio setting. 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 for 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 statement 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 walked away, 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!" Yun Yao complained, her eyes red. "I was going crazy!"

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

The recording studio was filled with snack bags and beverage bottles, so it seems the production team's "house arrest" treatment was not bad.

"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're not really trying 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, isn't it?"

"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.