The next morning, Chunan woke to the familiar sight of Xiaohan sound asleep on his chest. He simply pushed her off.

"Mmph... who the hell's bothering me..." Xiaohan grumbled, but the moment she opened her eyes and saw Chunan, her voice died.

*Right. I'm living under someone else's roof now.*

Chunan shot her a glance and sat up. "It's late. Get up."

Xiaohan held his gaze for a few seconds, then rolled over and shut her eyes again. "Nothing to do anyway... I'll sleep a bit longer..."

"Suit yourself," Chunan said, pulling on his clothes. "Feels like keeping a pig."

Xiaohan: "..."

She refused to acknowledge him.

After dressing, Chunan stood before the wardrobe again, resigned to tidying her clothes. Last night, he’d seen the women’s clothing crammed into two-thirds of the space. If she’d folded them neatly, it wouldn’t be an issue—but she’d just stuffed everything in. Her life philosophy: *Out of sight, out of mind.*

Chunan had mild OCD.

Last night, it had taken every ounce of his willpower not to dump the mess as trash.

*All bought with my money...*

Xiaohan stopped pretending to sleep. She lay on the bed, watching him silently, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

*Like hiring a butler.*

Chunan didn’t notice. Once the wardrobe was barely presentable, he left the bedroom. At the door, he asked, "What for breakfast?"

"Noodle soup, no spice," Xiaohan mumbled. "And... a cup of soy milk."

Chunan nodded and closed the door.

He usually ate at the breakfast shop downstairs, but with an extra mouth to feed, he’d gotten used to taking out.

This time, though, a notification flashed in his mind before he even reached home—

[Phase 14 Objective: Feeling accomplished already? Don’t get complacent. Gain 120,000 followers (Completed. Reward issued.)]

[Phase 15 Objective: Progress is within reach. Keep pushing. Gain 150,000 followers (Incomplete)]

[Remaining Time: June 10, 2 years (cumulative)]

Simultaneously, Chunan felt something new settle in his mind.

He frowned slightly. Only after placing the breakfast on the table did he pull out his phone.

His follower count had just hit 120,000.

Faster than expected. At his usual growth rate, it should’ve taken another week. But checking the surge, he realized the past two days’ gains were several times higher—no doubt thanks to the "cute girl strategy."

As a streamer who prided himself on content, he felt a flicker of self-disgust.

Until he saw the reward:

[Dimensional Library]

[Stores all entertainment industry materials from the Host’s previous life]

[Current Unlock Stage: 1]

Exactly as described, the library now held everything he’d encountered in his past life—music, films, games, novels—all meticulously detailed.

Take a movie: selecting one revealed its full script, casting recommendations, storyboards, action choreography... Following these, he could recreate it at 90% fidelity.

Every work stored was a cultural phenomenon from his world. Even with industry differences here, none would fall flat.

The only drawback? Too few works unlocked—likely tied to the stage level. Still, Chunan’s pulse quickened.

He knew exactly what to do with it.

His childhood dream after transmigrating: plagiarizing works.

Releasing even a few would yield unimaginable value—far beyond the three million in his bank account.

(Though he wasn’t complaining about the three million. Funding would be needed to recreate these works.)

Most importantly, he could use this to help Xiaohan complete her tasks. Double rewards. The thought thrilled him.

But the excitement faded quickly.

Recreating music or films wasn’t simple. He lacked critical resources. This needed careful planning.

Still... he knew what Xiaohan would be doing now.

He dragged her out of bed—again—and tossed clothes onto her head. "Get up and eat. We have serious business to discuss."

Xiaohan peeled the clothes off her face, muttering, "Can’t you be gentler...?"

He knew she had morning grumpiness. What if she snapped one day from bottling it up?

Annoying.

Chunan ignored her.

Once Xiaohan finished breakfast, he got straight to the point. "How’s your guitar playing?"

Xiaohan paused, eyes darting. "So-so."

"What does ‘so-so’ mean?"

"...Good enough," she said casually. "I hadn’t even finished my guitar classes before the system refunded them. Couldn’t exactly keep going, right?"

Chunan understood. "So you’d already given up back then?"

"Of course not! Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Really?"

"...Okay," she mumbled, head drooping. "A little..."

Chunan smirked. "Knew it."

The queen of quitting. He’d been surprised she’d lasted this long.

Hearing his tone, Xiaohan bristled. "Why ask? Planning to make me an idol? You’re not actually serious about that side quest, are you?"

He’d mentioned her "idol" task before, but his dismissive tone then had made her ignore it. Now, guilt prickled her.

She *could* play—barely. But idol level? No chance.

Annoyed by his doubt but practical, she advised, "Just give up. I can’t do it."

"How do you know until you try?"

"Why this sudden interest?"

"I’m supporting you. You owe me something in return."

"Why an idol? Can’t it be something else?"

"Sure. How about mowing the lawn?"

"...Let’s talk about the idol thing again."