Otaku Translation: Honey Badger's Streaming Life C161

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“Woo-wah, woo-wah…”

The had been baring its teeth at the for a good while, but when its attention started to wander, it mistook the little wolf’s whimpering as playful banter. The pup let out a couple of soft grunts, then stretched out its tiny pink tongue and began licking the honey badger’s leg.

“Oh, hell no, stop that!” ’s fur bristled like an electrified mop, and he nearly leapt out of his skin. Instinctively, his paw shot out to swat the pup away.

But just as his furry little hand was about to connect with the wolf’s face, he froze mid-swing. Sighing, the honey badger reluctantly pulled back. The poor thing was barely more than a few days old—no match for ’s toughness—and Wang Ping didn’t want to risk injuring the fragile cub.

He glanced over at the lump on the chair beside him, his gaze drifting involuntarily toward the car window outside.

Meanwhile, in the live-stream chatroom, everything appeared perfectly normal, as though this were just another cozy pet channel broadcast rather than an outdoor adventure stream. The usual flurry of comments scrolled past.

“Do you think Boss can actually train ?” one viewer typed.

In just two days, the scrappy little wolf pup Gu Lang had picked up somewhere along the way had earned itself a nickname from the ever-enthusiastic netizens: “Little Four,” the newest addition to the so-called “.” Of course, this particular musketeer was still pint-sized, smaller even than some people’s feet.

“I doubt it,” someone replied. “Boss isn’t exactly a wolf, after all. Communication must be tough.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” countered another commenter. “Little Four has been with Boss since it opened its eyes. How could it not understand?”

“It’s not about species—it’s about who raises them.”

“Wait, if we’re going by that logic, does Little Four think it’s a buzz-cut bro now?”

“LOL, imagine—a wolf that thinks it’s a buzz-cut bro!”

“Honestly, doesn’t Boss kinda look like he’s training a dog here?”

“Tsk tsk, whatever animal follows Gu Lang ends up weird. It’s inevitable.”

“For now, it’s fine. But give it time…”

“Holy crap, check what Boss is doing right now…”

---

Perhaps because the foothills on this side of the mountain were higher, the temperature dropped quickly. After fiddling around for half the day, Gu Lang suddenly felt his hands grow numb with cold. He patted his waist instinctively, only to realize his gloves weren’t there. Without hesitation, he turned and jogged back toward the car.

As he yanked open the door, the honey badger seemed to be innocently playing with the wolf pup, showing no signs of anything amiss.

“Hey, Boss, did you see my gloves?” Gu Lang called out, leaning into the car to get a better look. A gust of icy wind sneaked through the gap, making the new member “Little Four” bare its tiny milk teeth and let out a soft “awoo.”

“Heh, so cute!” Gu Lang chuckled, ruffling the pup’s head before spotting his gloves wedged between the seats behind it.

“Oh, there they are!”

Reaching in, Gu Lang grabbed the gloves, but as he sniffed the air, something caught his nose—an odd smell lingering in the car. Wrinkling his face in disgust, he glanced suspiciously at the honey badger, who was feigning innocence. Oblivious to the stream of “HIGH ENERGY WARNING” notifications flashing across the tablet screen nearby, Gu Lang slipped one glove onto his hand. But the moment his fingers slid inside, his expression froze.

Behind him, the honey badger clamped its paws over its mouth, struggling to stifle its laughter.

Ding-dong.

“User EmptyMoon gifted 1 airplane…”

“Poor Gu Lang.”

“Bet you didn’t expect that, huh? Still warm, too.”

“Are you trying to kill me laughing so you can inherit my debt?”

“Little Four has no idea what just happened. Feels bad for the pup.”

“Little Four taking the blame for nothing.”

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By evening, the weather was unusually pleasant. The western sky blazed with fiery hues of sunset, while the eastern horizon twinkled faintly with stars eager to start their shift early.

Beside the campfire, Wang Ping lounged on a folding stool, gnawing contentedly on a drumstick. Grease dripped down his chin as he savored every bite. The chicken had been purchased from a local before they set off, freshly slaughtered and tossed into the pot to simmer while they pitched their tents. For reasons unknown, food always tasted better out here.

On the other side of the fire, Gu Lang cradled the wolf pup in his arms, rocking a baby bottle as he attempted to impart some wisdom. Stuck upright in the dirt before him was a stick, its forked end holding two gloves drying by the flames.

But Gu Lang’s lecture seemed utterly lost on the pup, whose wide eyes remained fixated on Wang Ping’s drumstick. Its plaintive whines of “woo-wah” filled the air.

“Fine. Go bother your brother.” Gu Lang sighed lightly, setting the pup down and giving its little rump a gentle pat. With wobbly legs, the wolf scampered clumsily toward Wang Ping, stopping directly beneath his stool to gaze up imploringly.

Wang Ping lowered his head, casting a sidelong glance at the pup before pointedly ignoring it and continuing to devour his meal.

“Awoo! Awoo!”

The persistent cries echoed from under the stool.

It wasn’t until Wang Ping had stripped the drumstick clean, leaving only a gleaming bone, that he finally extended it toward the pup. Eagerly, the wolf stretched out its tongue—but just as it was about to lick, the bone shifted slightly to the left.

Undeterred, the pup shuffled after it. As soon as its mouth neared the bone again, it moved to the right. Back and forth it went, the poor pup chasing the elusive treat like a dog mesmerized by a dangling toy.

“…”

In the live-stream chatroom, viewers watched through the camera mounted near the honey badger as Wang Ping taunted the pup mercilessly, teasing it with the bone without letting it have a single lick. The collective response was unanimous: silence.

“So… Boss really is raising Little Four like a dog, huh?”

“Yo! Wake up! You’re a wolf! Where’s your dignity?!”

“The most undignified wolf in history.”

“Ugh, I can’t even imagine what Little Four will be like when it grows up.”

“Why doesn’t Gu Lang step in?”

“Ha! Who do you think Gu Lang can control? Those two are hopeless.”

“Actually, isn’t Gu Lang the real victim here?”

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Out of view of the cameras, Gu Lang stood with his back to Wang Ping, discreetly pulling a tube of ointment from his pocket and dabbing it onto his face. Suddenly, a flash of light reflected off the rocky cliff wall opposite him, momentarily blinding him.

“What was that?”

Squinting against the glare, Gu Lang looked up, scanning the slope and surrounding rocks. Nothing seemed out of place. Shrugging, he headed to the car and returned moments later with a pair of binoculars.

Wang Ping rolled his eyes. No doubt these fancy gadgets were yet another unnecessary purchase foisted upon Gu Lang by Wang An. This trip to had been meticulously planned, with equipment ranging from practical to absurd—but very little of it had proven useful so far.

Curiosity piqued, Wang Ping watched as Gu Lang dashed toward the distant hillside, binoculars raised. Moments later, Gu Lang’s excited shouts echoed across the valley, sounding as though he’d spotted an alien spaceship.

Through the high-powered lenses, Gu Lang had indeed discovered something strange: embedded in a crevice on the opposite mountainside was a metal rod topped with two palm-sized boxes covered in a khaki mesh. Occasionally, sunlight would glint off their surfaces, revealing their presence.

If this were or , such a contraption might not raise eyebrows. But out here on the fringes of the , in one of the most remote regions imaginable, Gu Lang couldn’t help but react with astonishment.

“Boss, come see what I found!”

Gu Lang rushed back, thrusting the binoculars into the honey badger’s paws and pointing toward the mysterious device.

“Aliens? Seriously?” Wang Ping scoffed, tossing the chicken bone several meters away. The wolf pup immediately bounded after it while Wang Ping peered through the binoculars.

“Pfft, please. It’s just a radio transmitter,” the honey badger muttered dismissively.

While Gu Lang might not recognize it, Wang Ping knew all too well. During his time with , radios had been standard issue.

But as he lowered the binoculars, the honey badger paused.

“A radio transmitter, huh…”

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