Top-tier movie star Sebastian Hayes posts on Twitter: "Who stole my dog!" An hour later, my alt account posting pictures of the dog was doxxed. Soon, netizens discovered: "Isn't that Sebastian's dog?!" "This kid actually dared to steal the movie star's dog? Everyone knows that dog is his precious baby!" "He's done for. Wait for the lawsuit!" But no one knows, the dog followed me willingly. Because it was the token of love I gave to Sebastian. 1 It's common knowledge that movie star Sebastian Hayes loves dogs. Especially the one he raised himself, named "Moon." He can go a month without posting a selfie, but he absolutely cannot go without posting a picture of his dog. His fans say if you want to capture Sebastian's heart, you first need to capture Moon's heart. But that night at nine, Sebastian suddenly tweeted: "Who stole my dog!" The exclamation mark at the end practically screamed his rage through the screen. Fans and passersby were stunned. [OMG, who dares to steal Moon? They're dead meat!] [Dog thief! Give Moon back to Sebastian!] [I can imagine Sebastian thinking about Moon being gone and losing sleep all night.] [If I can find Moon, will... Sebastian date me? Hehe.] [I feel like he'd give you his life if you did.] Meanwhile, the "dog thief" everyone was talking about—me—was happily walking the Samoyed outside. This dog was the love token I gave Sebastian, but after we broke up, he forcibly kept the dog. He wouldn't let me see it and posted pictures all day to tempt me. As one of the dog's owners, could I tolerate this? So, on the 38th night of him hogging the dog, I found out his schedule, sneaked into his house, and vowed to steal the dog back. Who knew the moment I opened the door, I locked eyes with Moon's round, bulging eyes. Moon's pupils dilated instantly. He obediently held the leash in his mouth and spun around excitedly, as if he knew I was there to pick him up. I patted his fluffy head with satisfaction, took the leash, and carefully slipped away. Moon was super excited the whole way, tail wagging non-stop. I smirked triumphantly. Seems Moon still likes me more. Sebastian can have the dog's body, but he can't have its heart. Besides, the dog followed me willingly. How can you call that stealing? 2 Watching the dog frolic and act cute on the grass, my heart felt warm. I couldn't help but snap a nine-grid photo set with my phone. After taking them, I specifically posted these nine photos to my alt Twitter account with the caption: [The cutest baby in the world is with me.] This alt account had zero followers and followed no one. It was purely for my unhinged rants. Usually, no one comments, but today my notifications were blowing up. Ding dong, ding dong, non-stop. Does everyone else think my dog is super cute too? Makes sense, but something felt off. Confused, I clicked open the comments. [Isn't that Sebastian's dog?!] [This kid actually dared to steal the movie star's dog? Everyone knows that dog is his precious baby!] [He's done for. Wait for the lawsuit!] I kinda understood, but also kinda didn't. My dog theft was discovered so quickly? It had only been an hour. I found Sebastian's Twitter, clicked in, and saw his pinned tweet about the stolen dog. I was silent for a moment, then hurriedly deleted all content on that account and deactivated it. Terrified anyone would find out any info. Then I took the dog back to my place, played with him for a bit, and fell asleep. 3 The next day, before I even opened my eyes, there was a bang bang on the door. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and opened the door to see my manager's angry face. I raised an eyebrow: "Early menopause? Who pissed you off?" Just then, the Samoyed trotted over on his little legs, white fur flying in the air, staring blankly at my manager. My manager pointed a trembling finger at the Samoyed, his voice filled with grief like he was terminally ill: "What is this? I'm asking you, what is this?" I grinned mischievously, rubbing Moon's head vigorously: "My dog! Cute, right?" I raised my eyebrows, signaling him to give a compliment. Instead, my manager had a breakdown, screaming right there, his sharp voice piercing through the floors: "Ahhh! Cute my ass! Who told you to steal the movie star's dog? Ah! Now the whole internet knows you're a dog thief." I pondered for a second. Who could know? I already deactivated the account. Thinking of this, I lay calmly on the sofa and said leisurely: "Don't worry, I handled it perfectly." The next second, my manager pulled out his phone, opened a page, and shoved it in my face. I stared for three seconds. Huh? What! Sebastian, you bastard! On the screen was Sebastian's new tweet with a video attached. In the video, a man sneakily arrived at the door, skillfully entered the passcode, and entered the room. About 30 seconds later, he led a chubby Samoyed out. The Samoyed in the video was obviously very happy, grinning from ear to ear, tail wagging non-stop, and kept rubbing against the man's leg. He even specifically tagged me in this tweet with the caption: [Dog thief, give me back my dog @TylerXu] I'm a D-list celebrity. Before this, I participated in a variety show and got maliciously edited, resulting in my social media being full of haters. But since I flopped pretty hard, there weren't that many haters. Sebastian's move pushed me straight into the eye of the storm. At this moment, I was as devastated as my manager. But after a moment's thought, I realized: dog in hand, world in hand. I don't care what people say about me. Thinking of this, I clicked open the comments directly. [Can I say the dog looks like it went willingly... sorry, should I not say that?] [Can I say the man in the surveillance video looks kinda hot? Which star is he? I'm gonna follow him rn.] [This guy looks like he knows his way around. Is there a story between them?] [I can only say the internet has no memory. This guy bullied male guests on a variety show before, and now he dares to steal the movie star's dog. His character has always been rotten.] [For real... then I'm unfollowing. Stealing dogs isn't cool.] 4 Looking at these comments, I couldn't help but smirk. Seems many people noticed the dog was willing. I am the dog's owner! Besides, I don't rely on the internet or variety shows to eat. What use are fans to me? And with so many haters already, what's a few more? Thinking of this, I replied directly under Sebastian's comment section: "Who are you? Stop clout chasing." Less than three seconds later, Sebastian replied: "You better not be home tonight." I could even feel him gritting his teeth behind the screen. That's the effect I wanted. So I replied: "Moved already." Sebastian: "..." Seeing Sebastian speechless, I tossed my phone aside and laughed out loud. My manager looked at me like he wanted to die, finally shaking his head helplessly: "How can you choose to completely rot just because of malicious editing?" I patted his shoulder to comfort him: "My brother inherited the family business. I don't need to manage anything and still have endless money. Why must I stay in show business?" "I only joined that show for fun. Who knew it would be so boring and I'd get slandered. Talking about it just brings tears." "Just rot with me in peace. My brother's money won't treat you badly." "And my brother works abroad all the time, so don't bother him with these small things." My heartfelt speech made the manager nod repeatedly, finally choosing to rot with me. Rotting is an attitude, and I've implemented this attitude perfectly from the start. Just then, there was another knock on the door. Sebastian's reply suddenly popped into my mind. Could he have found me? Impossible, impossible. I already moved, and only my manager and brother know this new location. I hesitated, walked up to the peephole, and saw nothing outside. Is it a prank? There are many kids in this neighborhood who like to knock on doors randomly. I'm used to it. Thinking of this, I rolled up my sleeves, planning to teach the prankster a lesson. I swiftly opened the door and looked out. The next second, a large hand grabbed my wrist. I couldn't help but let out a sharp scream. The sound just came out when it was blocked by Sebastian's other large hand. My pupils dilated in shock. How did Sebastian find me?
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