Otaku Translation: Honey Badger's Streaming Life C64

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Gu Lang sternly refused, claiming he was an upright and righteous young man. Wang Ping guessed that maintaining international dignity might have been part of it, especially since foreign friends were watching. But the most likely reason was that this guy was simply afraid of being scammed. Who knew whether those shadowy pink-lit alleys concealed bars or something else entirely?

If those places turned out to be what Wang Ping imagined, aside from concerns about cleanliness, the visual impact alone would give both him and Gu Lang nightmares for quite some time.

Karatu was, after all, the largest city near the Ngorongoro Conservation Area, with facilities and resources far surpassing small towns like Makuyuni. At the very least, the streets at night were well-lit and bustling with pedestrians. Even if there were no public streetlights along the roadside, the small shops open at night would hang up bulbs, ensuring no lions would wander into the brightly lit downtown area.

The group strolled to the entrance of "Canary" and was led inside by the bartender. Instantly, deafening music assaulted their ears. Even Wang Ping, nestled in Gu Lang's backpack, felt a surge of excitement.

They found a booth by the dance floor, ordered a dozen beers, and continued boasting about their earlier exploits at the restaurant. Most of the time, Gu Lang did the talking, while the foreigners occasionally responded with exclamations like "Wow," "Oh my God," and "Cool~."

Taking advantage of the dim lighting, Wang Ping wriggled out of the backpack and squeezed onto the table, grabbing a slice of watermelon from the fruit platter.

Just as he was debating whether to spit the seeds on the floor, a pale hand slowly pushed a glass of beer toward Wang Ping.

Looking up, Wang Ping saw it was one of the three foreigners, a girl who had remained quiet throughout. By now, Tole and the white woman were no longer paying attention to Wang Ping, but this girl watched him with a hint of curiosity.

Beer, huh?

Wang Ping glanced at the glass, feeling a bit tempted.

Animals' bodies differed from humans', many human foods and drinks were lethal to animals.

For instance, cats shouldn’t eat sausages or anything too flavorful; dogs could get sick from chocolate; hamsters could die from alcohol.

But given his constitution—resistant even to snake venom—a little alcohol should be fine, right?

A furry little claw hooked onto the beer glass handle, slowly pulling it toward himself.

Previously, Wang Ping wasn't much of a drinker—he could take it or leave it.

But humans were like that: the more they lost, the more they craved it.

Having lost his human identity, Wang Ping now had a strong desire for everything humans possessed, including drinking.

Casually placing the watermelon rind back on the fruit platter, Wang Ping held the beer glass with both paws and took a sip.

Hmm… (￣︿￣) … Not very tasty.

Foreign beers rarely matched the refreshing taste of domestic ones—they were either too bitter or had a strange fermented flavor. Yet, it wasn't necessarily due to foreigners having a heavy palate. Chinese liquor, hot pot, stinky tofu, and century eggs could easily make these foreigners kneel in submission.

Take Bear Grylls, for example. After years of climbing to the top of the food chain, he was quickly knocked down by Chinese fans wielding century eggs.

Perhaps these locals just didn't know how to enjoy life.

As Wang Ping reflected, he continued sipping the beer.

Despite its unpleasant taste, at least he was back in a nightclub, drinking again. And look, there were girls around!

The loud music and flashing lights always had a way of muddling one’s thoughts. Before he realized it, Wang Ping had finished the beer. His last memory seemed to involve locking eyes with someone for a long time.

When he woke up, it was already morning.

Humans waking from a hangover often experienced thirst, headaches, and numb, swollen limbs. As for animals, no scientist had yet determined how they felt after a hangover.

Wang Ping could confidently say that while he didn’t know about other animals, a hungover honey badger certainly felt thirsty, had a headache, and limbs as limp as noodles.

It seemed alcohol was alcohol, distinct from snake venom. Even the most poison-resistant body would vomit if it drank too much.

His sensitive nose picked up a mix of beef, seafood, and alcohol smells, likely from someone’s post-drinking vomit. Shaking his head, Wang Ping opened his eyes and stared blankly at the clear blue sky above, his mind still slightly confused.

Wait! Something seemed off.

Wang Ping blinked, his thoughts slowly returning.

Why was he staring at the sky instead of a hotel ceiling?

Damn it! Did Gu Lang dump him on the street?!

Wang Ping shot up, his bewildered face scanning the surroundings.

Not far away, near the corner of the wall, lay a pile of vomit. No need to guess—if Gu Lang wasn’t here, it was clearly Wang Ping’s own doing.

Unwilling to face the fact that his alcohol tolerance was just one glass, Wang Ping cursed inwardly. African beer really packed a punch…

Before him was a small concrete enclosure, less than two square meters. Besides an iron gate, three sides were surrounded by cement walls over a meter high. Inside the gate, there was a cement platform resembling a feeding trough. In the middle of the enclosure, a tattered mat and some weeds lay scattered. A slightly larger honey badger was sound asleep on the mat.

Holy crap! This scene looked oddly familiar.

Wang Ping banged his head hard. Just drinking, had he traveled back in time or reverted to reality?

Upon closer inspection, this place differed from the zoo where Wang Ping first appeared. At least there were no rocks here, and the bare cement walls had no cracks, with wire mesh covering them. A large lock hung on the iron gate.

Clearly, people familiar with honey badgers’ escape tactics were in charge. For now, Wang Ping couldn’t think of a way to escape.

"Gu Lang! Don’t let me see you again! If I ever meet you, I’ll beat you to death, or my name isn’t Wang!"

Wang Ping seethed with anger. He had trusted Gu Lang’s integrity, thinking he wouldn’t turn him over to the authorities as a monster. But he hadn’t anticipated Gu Lang’s single-mindedness, leading him back to the zoo.

The worst part? He had gotten him drunk before delivering him here—how sinister!

At that moment, footsteps approached the iron gate.

A Black man, similar to a zookeeper but wearing only a floral-patterned shorts and flip-flops, appeared outside the gate.

"#￥#%￥……"

A string of incomprehensible words came from the man, seemingly calling out. Then, through the wall, he poured a lump of white mush into the cement trough using a tin bucket.

"You’ve got to be kidding… There aren’t even snakes this time?"

Wang Ping stared blankly as the man retrieved the bucket without a glance at him and walked away.

"Sss…"

A rustle sounded, and the “roommate” on the mat woke up, glancing at Wang Ping before rushing to the trough to eat heartily.

Hmmm…

Wang Ping furrowed his black-and-white forehead, eyeing the figure.

Not only is this environment familiar, but this brother… you look awfully familiar too!

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