Leaning against the door, Lin Wan let out a long breath and looked toward the center of the living room.
Silas-the-dog stood amid the ruins.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, hot breaths puffing out one after another.The bright yellow bandana had slipped to one side, and paired with his utterly lifeless expression, the scene was—nothing short of a masterpiece.
Her phone buzzed nonstop.
Livestream revenue notifications.New follower alerts.
Each vibration sounded absurdly pleasant.
Lin Wan walked over, ignored Silas's murderous glare, bent down, picked up a relatively clean piece of foam board, and casually held it up to his mouth.
"Good work, Teacher Silas," she said sincerely."Great performance. Explosive results.Dinner upgrade tonight—two sausages. No—three."
Silas stared at her.
His expression shifted.
Anger.Despair.Then… a deep, resigned exhaustion.
He opened his mouth.
Not to accept the reward.
But—
"Ghh—urk—"
He puked.
A small clump of foam scraps spilled out—souvenirs from his earlier demolition.
Lin Wan: "..."
Great.
Day One of a top idol becoming a dog had officially ended with:home destruction, livestream fame, and vomiting.
She watched the husky bent over dry-heaving, then glanced at the ever-increasing revenue numbers on her phone.
Her emotions were as mixed as a knocked-over spice rack.
Looks like my life is officially going to be chaos.
Lin Wan raised her phone and aimed it at the corner of the living room.
A small mountain of dog toys filled the frame—
Rubber bones.Squeaky chickens.Treat-dispensing balls.And even a glowing, singing plastic toilet plunger.
(She'd bought it during a clearance sale. Pure curiosity.)
She took a deep breath, pulled on an energetic smile—despite the dark circles earned from sleepless editing nights.
"Guys! Look!""To welcome Teacher Er-Dog for his first week,I spent a fortune building this luxury playground!"
The camera panned.
It landed on the husky sprawled on a battered yoga mat.
A week had passed.
The yellow bandana was gone—replaced with an even more outrageous neon pink one.
Printed in bold letters:
'The Hottest Dog on the Internet.'
Tiny bells jingled along the edges.
Silas expressed his protest in the most consistent way possible—
Whenever Lin Wan tried to film him,he buried his face under his paws.
Or turned his butt toward the camera.
Now, hearing the words luxury playground, he lazily lifted one eyelid.
Glanced at the pile of brightly colored, suspicious-looking plastic toys.
Then—
A disdainful snort.
He shifted into an even lazier pose, resting his chin on his paws, and continued staring out the window.
Sunlight filtered through the grimy glass, outlining his gray-white fur with a soft glow.
For a moment, he actually looked like a melancholic, handsome man—
If one ignoredthe dried drool at the corner of his mouth,and the large tail behind him slowly sweeping dust across the floor like a broom.
The comments floated by.
[Teacher Er-Dog: This servant's taste is trash. I refuse to cooperate.][He won't even destroy the toys—is the quality too low for him?][Are we SURE this is a husky? This cold vibe is literally me at work.]
The chat scrolled happily.
Lin Wan's livestream—"Wanwan and Er-Dog's Daily Life"—had steadily grown over the past week.
From a few hundred curious viewersto a stable two to three thousand concurrent watchers.
Silas-the-dog—now affectionately nicknamed Teacher Er-Dog—had successfully attracted fans with his unique charm:
A face that looks arrogant.Actions that are unbelievably stupid.
Eyes holding three parts mockery, three parts cold indifference, four parts careless detachment—only to trip over himself the very next second.
Lin Wan walked over and squatted beside him, trying to shove a squeaky chicken under his nose.
"Teacher Er-Dog, show the family a talent?""Maybe… shake hands?"
Silas closed his eyes and turned his head away.
"Then… spin?"
His tail slapped the floor impatiently.
"How about playing dead?Like when you secretly ate my sausages and got caught?"
Silas's eyes snapped open.
Cold light flashed in his blue gaze as he shot her a warning look.
This woman really knows exactly which buttons to push.
Lin Wan awkwardly withdrew her hand and sighed at the camera.
"See? This is my household ancestor.""Noble. Cold. Untouched by mortal desires—"
"Unless those desires are premium sausages."
[HAHAHA so real][How did the streamer even find this dog? Doesn't feel like a stray][Five cents says Teacher Er-Dog used to be a rich young master dog]
Lin Wan's heart skipped at that comment.
Her face, however, remained calm.
"Fate," she said casually."Maybe he saw my extraordinary bone structure and descended to undergo tribulation."
She laughed and smoothly changed the topic.
"Alright, Teacher Er-Dog isn't in the mood today, so we won't force him.""Let me show you guys a new pet nutrition meal I just learned!"
She stood up and walked toward the tiny open kitchen.
The camera followed.
Behind her—
Silas quietly stood up.
He padded over to the coffee table.
Lin Wan's old laptop sat there in sleep mode, its screen black.
Silas glanced left.
Glanced right.
Seeing Lin Wan's back turned as she struggled with a piece of broccoli—
He swiftly extended a paw.
The soft pad landed precisely on the trackpad.