It nodded.
It actually nodded.
Lin Wan's vision went black.Her knees went weak, and she nearly dropped to the floor in front of this top idol—currently in dog form.
"This… this is impossible…" she muttered.
She staggered forward, picked up her phone, fingers trembling as she zoomed in on the promotional photo—then looked back at the husky on her couch.
Different species.
Everything else?
Identical.
That godlike, contempt-for-the-world gaze.That unmistakable "I am the center of the universe" aura.And that damned tie.
The husky—who she now had to call Silas Moore—was clearly displeased by her spineless reaction.
It let out an annoyed hrrm, jumped off the couch, walked up to her feet, and looked up at her.
Then it nudged her fallen slipper with its nose.
Scratched lightly at the leg of her pajama pants.
The intent was unmistakably human—trying to communicate.
The execution, however, was 100% dog.
Lin Wan took a deep breath.
Then another.
She worked in short-form video content.She had written insane scripts.She had seen every kind of bizarre material imaginable.
But this?
This directly assaulted her worldview.
"You…" she finally found her voice."How did you turn into this?And can you turn back?"
Silas-the-dog shook his head.
Clear frustration flashed through his eyes—along with confusion.
Then he raised a paw, pointed at his mouth, and waved it side to side.
No human speech.No detailed communication.
Lin Wan felt like she was about to lose her mind—
But then something else surged up her spine.
Excitement.
A top-tier idol.Turned into a husky.And delivered straight into the hands of a short-video creator with less than a hundred thousand followers and a channel on the verge of dying.
Was this a disaster?
No.
This was traffic.
This was money.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime exclusive—
Not riding in on seven-colored clouds,but smashing into her life while holding a diamond-encrusted dog bowl.
She stared at Silas-the-dog.
Her expression slowly changed.
Shock.Calculation.Then—
Two blazing flames ignited in her eyes.
The flames of a content creator.
Silas immediately sensed danger.
He stepped back half a pace, fur bristling.
"Woof?"
Lin Wan crouched down, forcing her face into what she hoped was a friendly expression—though it probably looked a little unhinged.
"Uh… Mr. Silas.Top idol Silas.Let's talk business."
Silas's blue eyes narrowed.
"You see, in your current state, there's no way you can go back out there.People are searching for you. They'd turn the whole city upside down."
She gestured around her apartment.
"My place is small. Messy.But it's safe. Hidden."
Then she pointed at the filming equipment in the corner.
"And I happen to own professional recording gear."
Silas's gaze sharpened dangerously.
"What I'm suggesting," Lin Wan continued, rubbing her hands together,"is that you stay here temporarily.I'll take care of food, water, walks, cleanup…You sleep on the couch."
She paused.
"In return, I'll help you… document your daily life."
She rushed to add, "Purely real. Purely exclusive.It keeps your popularity alive.When you turn back, this experience becomes a legend—a one-of-a-kind IP no one else can replicate."
Silas stared at her like she was an idiot.
There was even a hint of divine disdain—How dare a mortal attempt to exploit me.
He turned around and presented her with his backside.
His tail didn't even move.
"Not interested?" Lin Wan raised an eyebrow.
She stood up slowly, walked to the door, and placed her hand on the handle.
"Then I'll just open the door and shout,'Silas Moore turned into a dog and he's in my apartment!'"
She smiled.
"Let's see who arrives first—the police, the reporters, your fans, your haters…"
"Oh, and maybe a research institute.They might want to slice you open for study."
Silas spun around instantly.
Ears straight up.Shock and fury blazing in his eyes.
A low, threatening growl rumbled from his throat.
"Relax," Lin Wan said calmly."Cooperate, and we both win.Refuse, and we go down together."
Human and dog faced off in the cramped living room, thick with the smell of instant noodles.
Outside, a bus horn blared.A child cried next door.
The noise of the ordinary world only made the silence between them more oppressive.
After a long moment—
Silas-the-dog let out an extremely humiliating, barely audible sound:
"…Woof."
It didn't sound like agreement.
It sounded like swearing.
Lin Wan took it as consent anyway.
She beamed. "Great! Then we're partners now."
She circled him, evaluating.
"First things first—we need to fix your image.Can't let anyone recognize you as Silas Moore…Though honestly, in this state, probably no one would."
She tapped her chin.
"That tie has to go. Too eye-catching."
She reached out to untie it.
Silas stiffened, instinctively wanting to dodge—but in the end, he stayed still.
Eyes closed.
The expression of a man enduring unbearable humiliation.
The tie came off.
Saliva-stained.Dusty.
Lin Wan tossed it straight into the trash.
Silas's eyes flew open.
He stared at the garbage can like she'd thrown away his soul.
"Out with the old, in with the new," Lin Wan said mercilessly."When you turn back, buy a hundred of them."
She rummaged through a prop box and pulled something out.
A bright yellow triangular bandana.
Printed with crooked words: "Home-Destroying Champion."Cute little bone patterns around the edges.
Silas stared at it.
Pure resistance radiated from his eyes.
"Put it on. It's camouflage."
Ignoring his protests, Lin Wan tied it around his neck, finishing with a crooked bow.
A blue-eyed husky.
A bright yellow ridiculous bandana.
In an instant, Silas Moore's cold, lethal aura was completely annihilated—
Leaving behind onlycrystal-clear stupidity…
And rage.