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Chapter 144: Lake Tso Ngön

In the end, Gu Lang didn’t get beaten up—on the contrary, he even received a reward from a certain honey badger. Of course, this "reward" was… special.

Yachts? Who cared about yachts? Wang Ping certainly didn’t. What he did care about was no food going to waste. And so, that half-piece of beef jerky which had fallen onto the car’s floor mat? It became the prize for a certain livestreaming driver who’d earned it through his “meritorious service.”

For the next twenty minutes, Gu Lang didn’t utter a single word.

It wasn’t because he was upset by yet another instance of bullying from the honey badger, nor was it due to fear of Wang Ping's intimidating aura. No, the silence stemmed entirely from one thing: the jerky. Pure yak meat, rich and chewy, its size alone enough to make anyone's jaw ache after ten kilometers of relentless chewing. Even as their vehicle pushed onward across the plateau, Gu Lang’s mouth kept moving mechanically, his cheek muscles protesting with every bite.

By the time he swallowed the last morsel, lunch had completely slipped his mind. Glancing furtively at the honey badger curled up in the passenger seat, happily munching away ("Crunch, crunch"), Gu Lang couldn’t help but wonder what made this stuff so appealing. Personally, he would’ve preferred spicy gluten snacks any day.

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The journey continued, weaving past countless rivers scattered across the highlands. Unlike the earlier Naqu River, these waterways weren’t near settlements, meaning there were no concrete bridges here. Some crossings boasted rickety wooden planks just wide enough for humans; most, however, offered nothing but open space between banks. Add to that rolling hills and small mountains, and navigating around obstacles became an exhausting ordeal. By late afternoon, despite hours of driving, they hadn’t traveled far.

As six o’clock approached, a towering mountain silhouette emerged on the horizon. Thanks to the season, instead of barren rock or dusty sand, the scene before them was lush with verdant grasses swaying gently in the breeze.

On either side of the mountain, two vast lakes stretched into the distance, their shimmering surfaces almost blending seamlessly with the sky. From afar, the opposite shores seemed invisible, leaving only endless expanses of crystal-clear water reflecting azure skies and drifting clouds—a mirror image of heaven itself.

Gu Lang pulled over at the base of the mountain, caught between indecision and awe. “Boss,” he called out hesitantly, “left or right?”

Perched on the passenger seat, nose pressed against the window, the honey badger paused mid-scratching. Turning toward Gu Lang with an expression of pure innocence, it replied (if you could call it that), “How should I know?”

After a moment’s thought, the little creature raised a paw, pointing decisively to the larger lake on the right. This choice wasn’t based on aesthetics—the right-hand lake wasn’t bluer or clearer than the left—but rather on something Wang Ping spotted earlier: a flock of birds circling overhead before diving straight into the water below.

Drawing on years of professional experience, Wang Ping bet his career that somewhere along this shoreline lay nests—and where there are nests, there are eggs. Eggs meant food, and food meant happiness. The honey badger’s stomach growled audibly, its tiny body practically salivating despite nature’s lack of provision for such indulgence.

“Right it is…”

Gu Lang squinted toward the chosen direction, seeing no discernible difference between the two lakes. But since the honey badger seemed so sure, he nodded resolutely. “Alright then, let’s head right!”

With a turn around the foothills, the SUV headed toward the eastern lake. According to the map, this massive body of water was named Co’er (Tso Ngön), a typical transliteration of Tibetan names. Roughly translated, it meant “turquoise lake.” In fact, nearly all large lakes in the region carried some variation of the word Tso (“lake”) in their titles—elsewhere rendered awkwardly as “blue lake,” “light blue lake,” or worse, “kinda blue-ish lake.” Whoever first compiled the maps wisely opted for phonetic translations rather than literal ones. Imagine tourists snapping photos beside a sign reading, “Behold, the stunning ‘Kinda Blue-Ish Lake!’” A cringe-worthy disaster indeed.

As the vehicle drew closer, the full majesty of Tso Ngön unfolded before them. Wang Ping estimated the shoreline spanned over 20 kilometers, with a surface area exceeding 400 square kilometers. Truly, this was a colossal lake worthy of admiration.

But size alone wasn’t what made it remarkable. Gu Lang hailed from Hangzhou, where West Lake—a symbol of refined beauty—was familiar to the point of monotony. Yet comparing West Lake to this obscure gem felt like pitting a polished pearl against raw, untamed splendor. Here, untouched wilderness reigned supreme, a testament to nature’s whimsical creativity designed solely to captivate human hearts.

Mesmerized, Gu Lang nearly drove straight into the water until a sharp notification jolted him back to reality. Slamming on the brakes mere meters from the shore, sweat beaded on his forehead as he answered the incoming video call. Chen Bai’s furious voice erupted from the phone: “Gu Lang! What the hell are you doing?! Driving while distracted? You trying to kill yourself?!”

Exchanging a sheepish glance with the equally startled honey badger, Gu Lang opened his mouth to explain—but the caller hung up abruptly, evidently calling only to vent frustration.

“Tch, temperamental much…” Rolling his eyes, Gu Lang ignored both the stream of playful comments flooding the live chat and the worried fans fretting over Chen Bai’s reaction. Stepping out of the car, he braced himself against the biting wind whipping off the lake.

Meanwhile, Wang Ping hopped out on the other side, his fur instantly fluffed up by the gusts. Gu Lang shivered, pulling his jacket tighter as he approached the shore. Gazing out at the expanse of pale turquoise water stretching endlessly toward distant mountains, he let out an involuntary murmur of awe. The peaks beyond appeared dwarfed and almost pitiable under the mirrored heavens above.

Plop!

A splash broke the stillness. Turning, Gu Lang saw the honey badger crouched by the water’s edge, tossing pebbles into the lake like a mischievous child. Behind them, the terrain revealed itself: a rocky beach strewn with reddish-brown boulders and gravel, interspersed sparingly with patches of scrubby vegetation.

“What strange geography…” Gu Lang mused aloud. Large lakes typically boasted lush greenery lining their shores—not this stark, desolate landscape contrasting sharply with the serene waters.

Checking his watch, he called out to the preoccupied honey badger, “Boss, shall we set up camp here tonight?”

“Yes, yes! Absolutely!”

Wang Ping, distracted moments ago by spotting fish darting beneath the surface, now enthusiastically nodded back, eager to stay close to potential prey. However, the fierce winds howling along the shore posed a challenge for securing tents. After surveying the area, Gu Lang noticed a sheltered hollow about 200 meters inland, nestled against the mountain’s base. Motioning toward it, he suggested relocating there first to pitch camp.

“No way! You go ahead—I’m staying to catch fish!”

The honey badger waved dismissively, refusing to take its eyes off the rippling water. Its mind raced, strategizing ways to snag dinner without getting soaked. After all, wet fur was inconvenient outdoors, lacking dryers or hair-straighteners. Campfires worked, but sitting too close risked looking ridiculous.

When repeated calls fell on deaf ears, Gu Lang sighed, resigning himself to driving off alone. “It’s not far. If he wants to play, let him…”

Back in the livestream chatroom, viewers quickly split into factions:

“Don’t leave! I wanna see what Ping Ping’s up to!”

“Ah! Leave the camera with Boss Ping!”

“Can’t wait to watch the steamer set up camp—it’ll come in handy for my own trips someday.”

“You’re learning survival skills from the streamer? Ha!”

“Camping sounds fun. Buzz-Cut Bro isn’t exactly thrilling company though.”

“I don’t care—I want to see Ping Ping!”

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