Otaku Translation: Honey Badger's Streaming Life C77

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For the rest of the flight, Wang Ping lay there in the soggy carrier, his head resting on the damp tablet, listening to the cacophony of barking dogs and meowing cats while inhaling the stench of urine and feces that permeated the air. In his mind, he cursed Gu Lang endlessly, imagining him eating instant noodles without seasoning packets.

Time seemed to crawl by. When the plane finally began its descent toward Shanghai, Wang Ping was practically weeping with relief. This nightmare journey was almost over.

Unfortunately, Wang Ping forgot one crucial detail: while the journey might end, the nightmare was far from over.

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After the plane touched down, Gu Lang disembarked with the crowd and headed to retrieve his luggage. Meanwhile, all pets arriving from Tanzania—including those who’d been on the plane—were herded into quarantine. Wang Ping wouldn’t be sleeping in a proper bed anytime soon; he’d have to endure another week in this makeshift kennel. That said, customs regulations did allow pet owners to visit and care for their animals during this period.

When Gu Lang finally saw Wang Ping again, his face bore traces of both guilt and awkwardness. However, with a customs officer present, there wasn’t much opportunity for direct interaction. They exchanged glances—each one unreadable—and that was it.

Gu Lang carefully transferred Wang Ping from the travel crate to the quarantine cage, whispering a date when he’d return to pick him up. Then, dragging the now-waterlogged carrier behind him, Gu Lang took his leave, glancing back repeatedly as he went.

Outside the terminal, it was the dead of night. Only a handful of people waited to greet arriving passengers. A few reporters from tabloids and online media outlets lingered nearby, masks covering their faces, microphones in hand. Their eyes scanned the crowd exiting the arrivals hall. Though a week had passed since the incident in Tanzania, the story still held some intrigue. No interviews with the person involved had surfaced yet, making this something of an exclusive scoop—if they could find him.

Buying flight information wasn’t hard. The problem was, despite the plane having landed and most passengers having cleared out, where was Gu Lang?

Two lanes away, standing on the steps under the glow of streetlights, Gu Lang’s grandmother and parents anxiously scanned the exit.

“What’s taking so long? Why isn’t he out yet?” Mother Gu muttered impatiently.

“You didn’t want to stay home, and now you’re complaining!” Father Gu shot back, though his own gaze kept darting toward the exit, his feet shuffling nervously.

“I’m not talking to you!” Mother Gu snapped, glaring at him.

“Enough! If you two want to argue, do it at home! Don’t bother me here!” Gu Lang’s grandmother turned around and scolded them both. Immediately, they fell silent.

It was clear who the real authority figure in the family was.

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Gu Lang’s family lived in Shengjiawu, a village on the outskirts of Hangzhou. His grandmother, Sheng Yulan, had been a renowned tea plantation owner since the 1980s. Over time, she leased the entire hillside of Shengjiawu for tea cultivation, becoming a paragon of female entrepreneurship in her era. Her daughter—Gu Lang’s mother, Sheng Chunmei—had inherited much of her drive.

Sheng Chunmei had grown up helping her mother grow and sell tea. Later, after marrying Gu Bowen, a teacher in the local town, she pressured him to quit his stable job and join her in the tea business. These days, the couple spent most of their time traveling for work, while Sheng Yulan remained in Shengjiawu, overseeing the annual harvest and ensuring quality control.

When Gu Lang told Wang Ping he’d grown up in the countryside, he meant his grandmother’s tea plantation. Every summer and winter break, Gu Lang would retreat to Shengjiawu to live with her. After graduating from university, he moved back permanently, shamelessly embracing the life of a freeloader.

Gu Lang’s father wasn’t thrilled about this arrangement. His son was a grown man, after all—not exactly pulling his weight. But whenever he tried to bring it up, he faced the wrath of two formidable women: his wife and his mother-in-law. Neither was someone he dared to cross.

Thankfully, the couple was often too busy to meddle in Gu Lang’s affairs. From childhood onward, it had always been his grandmother who looked after him.

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It was early May, the peak season for spring tea. Normally, the family rarely gathered during this time. But thanks to Gu Lang’s misadventures in Africa, they were all here now.

Dragging a cart loaded with luggage and the now-empty travel crate, Gu Lang shuffled out through a side security exit.

“Xiao Lang!”

His grandmother, who had been considering sending Gu Lang’s father inside to look for him, spotted her grandson immediately. She called out to him, her voice cutting through the quiet morning air. Behind her, Gu Lang’s parents also caught sight of their son.

“Huh? Grandma, Mom, Dad? What are you doing here in Shanghai? I told you I’d go back on my own!” Gu Lang exclaimed, dumbfounded. He had planned to check into a hotel and wait a week before retrieving Wang Ping and heading home.

“Son, come here! Let me see where you’re hurt!” Gu Lang’s mother grabbed him by the arm and began inspecting him, rolling up his sleeves and tugging at his collar. His grandmother joined in, equally determined.

Gu Lang’s father, initially intending to pat his son on the shoulder, found himself squeezed out of the way. With a resigned shrug, he silently took charge of the luggage instead.

Gu Lang did have injuries, though most were minor scrapes that had nearly healed. The more painful ones, however, were hidden—on his rear end, invisible to everyone else.

“Ow… Grandma! Mom! I’m fine! Why are you even here? Aren’t you busy with work?” Gu Lang protested weakly.

“Busy? Ha!”

Without warning, his grandmother smacked him squarely on the backside. “You little brat! You told me you were going on vacation! What were you doing running around in the middle of nowhere, getting chased by gunmen? Do you know how worried we were?”

Gu Lang winced, biting back a groan. Sneaking a glance at his mother, whose expression mirrored his grandmother’s fury, he decided it was best to change the subject quickly.

“Grandma, I can’t go home yet. My pet is still in quarantine. I have to wait a week.”

“What? Not going home?”

In an instant, the two women shifted from anger to panic.

“No! You’re coming home today!”

“What kind of pet needs a week? We’ll deal with it later!”

“Bowen, go get the car!”

“It’s not like the pet understands! Someone will take care of it. Just pay extra if you need to!”

Before Gu Lang could explain further, his fate was sealed. His father gave him a sympathetic look, grabbed the luggage, and headed off to fetch the car.

“But…”

Before he could finish, his grandmother yanked him by the ear.

“Ow! Grandma, let go! It hurts!”

Across the terminal exit, the reporters watched the scene unfold. Exchanging knowing glances, they shrugged. Poor kid, they thought. Another wild child getting reined in by his family.

Meanwhile, deep within the quarantine area, surrounded by barking dogs and meowing cats, Wang Ping had no idea that Gu Lang’s promise to visit daily was likely already broken. Lying there, bored out of his mind, he wondered if maybe next time Gu Lang could bring a phone. After all, “doing time” was incredibly dull.

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