Chapter 93
Chapter 93: [Tiger: Tell me, shouldn’t I chase him down and beat him?]
[Wow…]
[Big Orange: Tell me, shouldn’t I chase him down and beat him?]
[As expected, every beating the island owner takes is well-deserved.]
[Before, the island owner said he’d get ambushed by Big Orange the tiger at Rainforest Island’s spawn point, but not on Grassland Island. Congrats! Now the white lion Tuanzi will chase you down here too.]
Lin Qianyu rubbed her temples, both helpless and amused, about to step forward to save Feng Jingye first.
After all, the white lion’s relationship with Feng Jingye wasn’t as good as his with the tiger. Tuanzi was furious and might actually go for the kill.
But before she got close, the angry white lion started climbing the tree. Halfway up, Feng Jingye seized the moment to jump down while it was distracted, forcing the lion to turn back, now trailing behind.
Feng Jingye used the chance to run.
Lin Qianyu paused, then decided to follow and check the situation.
Feng Jingye avoided direct confrontation, climbing a tree whenever the lion nearly caught up.
After who knows how long, his stamina drained quietly. He picked a nearby tree and climbed to rest.
The white lion, panting heavily, still glared at him. “Roar!”
Lin Qianyu caught up, stumbling a few steps, hand on her waist. “Tuanzi.”
“Roar—woo…” The lion’s angry roar softened into a low, aggrieved whine, nuzzling her.
She hugged and petted Tuanzi twice, coaxing, “Be good. I’ll make you one when we get back, okay?”
Though a lion’s thick fur, built for cold, didn’t need a sweater, if Tuanzi liked it, she’d knit one.
The lion stood, paw on her shoulder, glancing at Feng Jingye with a heavy huff. Before he could react, it leaned into Lin Qianyu, whining, “Aow.”
Patting its back, she looked up. “Mr. Feng, want to come down first?”
Feng Jingye waved her off. “No need. I’ll come down later. This spot’s good for the view. Go do your thing, don’t mind me.”
High up, he saw far and wasn’t in a rush.
Lin Qianyu nodded. “Alright.”
Feng Jingye noticed the lion still sneaking glares, ready to charge if he descended. Better to stay and enjoy the scenery. “When you set your departure date, message me. I’ll arrange things.”
“Okay.”
She grabbed Tuanzi’s scruff. “Let’s go.”
The lion shook its fur, glancing back at Feng Jingye before leaving.
Feng Jingye sat cross-legged, steady as a rock under the lion’s scrutinizing gaze.
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Taking the unfinished seafood and coconuts home.
The seafood, rinsed in seawater and still shelled, didn’t need freshwater washing.
A flat stone sat over the fire pit. Lin Qianyu arranged the oysters and abalone, shells down. The fire was always burning, just a small flame.
No rush to eat, so she let it roast slowly.
After a bath, she changed into home clothes, wrapping her hair in a towel as a makeshift dry cap.
Done tidying, she noticed the white lion was gone. “Where’s Tuanzi?”
[Probably hunting. Last time it ran into the island owner while hunting and chased him instead. Must be hungry now.]
[Accidental run-in? Wasn’t the island owner showing off to Tuanzi on purpose?]
[If it was Big Orange, maybe he’d do that. But the white lion… probably a coincidence.]
[Watched the island owner’s stream replay. The lion popped out while he was sleeping, screen went black for a second—scared me silly.]
…
“Tuanzi knew when I gave the sweater.” It might’ve tracked the scent.
It probably went for the sweater.
Seems Tuanzi really liked it.
Lin Qianyu tossed the soapberry, rubbing her clothes to wash off foam, then wrung them dry. “Not enough wool at home. Tonight, when they’re back, I’ll brush them.”
One grooming session would yield enough fur for a sweater.
But instead of a sweater, maybe a mat would be more practical.
Perfect for Tuanzi’s box.
Thinking this, she went to the lion’s room, eyeing the box to estimate the mat size needed to fill it or line its edges.
Quite a project.
“Aow!”
A Pallas’s cat ran in from the yard. Not seeing her, it darted under the awning, pawing at her to follow.
“Where to?” Her clothes were fresh, towel still on her head.
The cat didn’t answer, just repeated, “Aow!”
Come!
“Alright, alright, I’m coming. Don’t bite my pants.” She followed its pull.
The cat let go, sprinting ahead.
They passed its old burrow without stopping.
A sharp squeal made her squint, covering her ears.
Slowing, she saw a sandy-yellow animal by a rock, rabbit-like but smaller, mouse-like in demeanor, cursing loudly.
“Pika.”
Pikas live in grasslands, mountain forest edges, and cliffs. Grassland and plateau pikas are common.
Right now… a sheep was calmly eating the flowers and grass on the rock, right in front of the pika.
Pikas dry plants to store for winter.
These fresh, undried flowers were likely just gathered when the sheep found them.
Even with someone approaching, the sheep didn’t flee.
Fresh from a bath, Lin Qianyu’s clothes carried mixed animal scents, confusing the sheep.
Unable to figure it out, it gave up, leisurely eating.
The pika was furious.
Pikas often steal each other’s stashes.
But if caught, they’d get a beating.
Against a sheep, a pika’s punches wouldn’t even tickle.
[Haha, pika’s like, “I’m gonna die of anger today.”]
[Too much! It’s so tiny, gathering flowers isn’t easy!]
[Sheep eating flowers… would its meat taste different?]
Lin Qianyu, full from dinner, wasn’t interested in the sheep.
The pika must’ve spent ages gathering those flowers, choosing a sunny day to dry them.
The sheep, unfazed by the pika’s squealing, chewed slowly until the last flower was gone, then left, still munching.
The pika clenched its fists. “Aow aow aow!”
Head buzzing.
“Hey.”
The furious pika didn’t notice someone approaching.
Startled by the voice, it turned to see a big bundle of wildflowers—some blooming, some budding, green leaves accentuating them.
The flowers parted, and Lin Qianyu smiled. “Will these do?”
“Ah…” The pika’s mouth opened, paws on its belly, sniffing. Its black-bean eyes looked at her, pitifully cute, as if doubting her words.
For me?
She pushed the flowers closer. “Not sure which you like, so I picked some of each. All non-toxic.”
Dried, even if it didn’t eat them, it could decorate its burrow.
The pika’s trembling paws could barely hold the bundle.
The flowers were bigger than it was.
Lin Qianyu smiled, brushing its round ear with her fingertip as she handed them over. “Dry them somewhere else.”
This spot, with ready food, might attract the sheep again.
The pika, clutching the flowers, nodded earnestly. “Aow…”
Dried flowers were its winter rations.
But its strength couldn’t protect them.
Sheep, zebras, goats—passing animals always took bites.
Against stronger foes, the pika could only squeal in protest.
Even if it dried them, other pikas might steal them. Food was hard-won.
Grassland pikas fared better; in highland wastelands with scarce flowers, hunger was common.
Pikas are a main food source for highland carnivores.
If not for their high reproduction, plateau pikas might’ve vanished.
They were vulnerable in 2013.
The pika, arms full of flowers, scampered off happily.
Lin Qianyu had cut the stems short, but the bundle still towered over it.
From afar, you couldn’t see the pika—just flowers bouncing along.
The Pallas’s cat, too full to hunt, watched it go. As it turned, a wildflower appeared in front of it.
Lin Qianyu tapped its forehead with the flower. “Stop staring, hug your flower.”
Unlike pikas, the cat didn’t walk on hind legs. Squatting to balance, it reached to grab the flower.
The thin stem slipped through its paws, falling. Panicking, it caught it, toppling backward.
Rolling, it bit the stem.
Lin Qianyu laughed, taking the flower. “Try wearing it.”
She bent the stem, threading the tip through a slit near the bud.
A simple flower crown.
Under the cat’s curious gaze, she placed it on its head, tucking its ears inside.
The new headgear felt odd.
The cat tilted its head, paw raised to pull it off, but froze when it shifted, scared to move.
“Aow!”
Lin Qianyu rubbed its chin. “Looks good.”
---
*Author’s note: Here it is.*
[*Pika info sourced from the web.*]
[Wow…]
[Big Orange: Tell me, shouldn’t I chase him down and beat him?]
[As expected, every beating the island owner takes is well-deserved.]
[Before, the island owner said he’d get ambushed by Big Orange the tiger at Rainforest Island’s spawn point, but not on Grassland Island. Congrats! Now the white lion Tuanzi will chase you down here too.]
Lin Qianyu rubbed her temples, both helpless and amused, about to step forward to save Feng Jingye first.
After all, the white lion’s relationship with Feng Jingye wasn’t as good as his with the tiger. Tuanzi was furious and might actually go for the kill.
But before she got close, the angry white lion started climbing the tree. Halfway up, Feng Jingye seized the moment to jump down while it was distracted, forcing the lion to turn back, now trailing behind.
Feng Jingye used the chance to run.
Lin Qianyu paused, then decided to follow and check the situation.
Feng Jingye avoided direct confrontation, climbing a tree whenever the lion nearly caught up.
After who knows how long, his stamina drained quietly. He picked a nearby tree and climbed to rest.
The white lion, panting heavily, still glared at him. “Roar!”
Lin Qianyu caught up, stumbling a few steps, hand on her waist. “Tuanzi.”
“Roar—woo…” The lion’s angry roar softened into a low, aggrieved whine, nuzzling her.
She hugged and petted Tuanzi twice, coaxing, “Be good. I’ll make you one when we get back, okay?”
Though a lion’s thick fur, built for cold, didn’t need a sweater, if Tuanzi liked it, she’d knit one.
The lion stood, paw on her shoulder, glancing at Feng Jingye with a heavy huff. Before he could react, it leaned into Lin Qianyu, whining, “Aow.”
Patting its back, she looked up. “Mr. Feng, want to come down first?”
Feng Jingye waved her off. “No need. I’ll come down later. This spot’s good for the view. Go do your thing, don’t mind me.”
High up, he saw far and wasn’t in a rush.
Lin Qianyu nodded. “Alright.”
Feng Jingye noticed the lion still sneaking glares, ready to charge if he descended. Better to stay and enjoy the scenery. “When you set your departure date, message me. I’ll arrange things.”
“Okay.”
She grabbed Tuanzi’s scruff. “Let’s go.”
The lion shook its fur, glancing back at Feng Jingye before leaving.
Feng Jingye sat cross-legged, steady as a rock under the lion’s scrutinizing gaze.
---
Taking the unfinished seafood and coconuts home.
The seafood, rinsed in seawater and still shelled, didn’t need freshwater washing.
A flat stone sat over the fire pit. Lin Qianyu arranged the oysters and abalone, shells down. The fire was always burning, just a small flame.
No rush to eat, so she let it roast slowly.
After a bath, she changed into home clothes, wrapping her hair in a towel as a makeshift dry cap.
Done tidying, she noticed the white lion was gone. “Where’s Tuanzi?”
[Probably hunting. Last time it ran into the island owner while hunting and chased him instead. Must be hungry now.]
[Accidental run-in? Wasn’t the island owner showing off to Tuanzi on purpose?]
[If it was Big Orange, maybe he’d do that. But the white lion… probably a coincidence.]
[Watched the island owner’s stream replay. The lion popped out while he was sleeping, screen went black for a second—scared me silly.]
…
“Tuanzi knew when I gave the sweater.” It might’ve tracked the scent.
It probably went for the sweater.
Seems Tuanzi really liked it.
Lin Qianyu tossed the soapberry, rubbing her clothes to wash off foam, then wrung them dry. “Not enough wool at home. Tonight, when they’re back, I’ll brush them.”
One grooming session would yield enough fur for a sweater.
But instead of a sweater, maybe a mat would be more practical.
Perfect for Tuanzi’s box.
Thinking this, she went to the lion’s room, eyeing the box to estimate the mat size needed to fill it or line its edges.
Quite a project.
“Aow!”
A Pallas’s cat ran in from the yard. Not seeing her, it darted under the awning, pawing at her to follow.
“Where to?” Her clothes were fresh, towel still on her head.
The cat didn’t answer, just repeated, “Aow!”
Come!
“Alright, alright, I’m coming. Don’t bite my pants.” She followed its pull.
The cat let go, sprinting ahead.
They passed its old burrow without stopping.
A sharp squeal made her squint, covering her ears.
Slowing, she saw a sandy-yellow animal by a rock, rabbit-like but smaller, mouse-like in demeanor, cursing loudly.
“Pika.”
Pikas live in grasslands, mountain forest edges, and cliffs. Grassland and plateau pikas are common.
Right now… a sheep was calmly eating the flowers and grass on the rock, right in front of the pika.
Pikas dry plants to store for winter.
These fresh, undried flowers were likely just gathered when the sheep found them.
Even with someone approaching, the sheep didn’t flee.
Fresh from a bath, Lin Qianyu’s clothes carried mixed animal scents, confusing the sheep.
Unable to figure it out, it gave up, leisurely eating.
The pika was furious.
Pikas often steal each other’s stashes.
But if caught, they’d get a beating.
Against a sheep, a pika’s punches wouldn’t even tickle.
[Haha, pika’s like, “I’m gonna die of anger today.”]
[Too much! It’s so tiny, gathering flowers isn’t easy!]
[Sheep eating flowers… would its meat taste different?]
Lin Qianyu, full from dinner, wasn’t interested in the sheep.
The pika must’ve spent ages gathering those flowers, choosing a sunny day to dry them.
The sheep, unfazed by the pika’s squealing, chewed slowly until the last flower was gone, then left, still munching.
The pika clenched its fists. “Aow aow aow!”
Head buzzing.
“Hey.”
The furious pika didn’t notice someone approaching.
Startled by the voice, it turned to see a big bundle of wildflowers—some blooming, some budding, green leaves accentuating them.
The flowers parted, and Lin Qianyu smiled. “Will these do?”
“Ah…” The pika’s mouth opened, paws on its belly, sniffing. Its black-bean eyes looked at her, pitifully cute, as if doubting her words.
For me?
She pushed the flowers closer. “Not sure which you like, so I picked some of each. All non-toxic.”
Dried, even if it didn’t eat them, it could decorate its burrow.
The pika’s trembling paws could barely hold the bundle.
The flowers were bigger than it was.
Lin Qianyu smiled, brushing its round ear with her fingertip as she handed them over. “Dry them somewhere else.”
This spot, with ready food, might attract the sheep again.
The pika, clutching the flowers, nodded earnestly. “Aow…”
Dried flowers were its winter rations.
But its strength couldn’t protect them.
Sheep, zebras, goats—passing animals always took bites.
Against stronger foes, the pika could only squeal in protest.
Even if it dried them, other pikas might steal them. Food was hard-won.
Grassland pikas fared better; in highland wastelands with scarce flowers, hunger was common.
Pikas are a main food source for highland carnivores.
If not for their high reproduction, plateau pikas might’ve vanished.
They were vulnerable in 2013.
The pika, arms full of flowers, scampered off happily.
Lin Qianyu had cut the stems short, but the bundle still towered over it.
From afar, you couldn’t see the pika—just flowers bouncing along.
The Pallas’s cat, too full to hunt, watched it go. As it turned, a wildflower appeared in front of it.
Lin Qianyu tapped its forehead with the flower. “Stop staring, hug your flower.”
Unlike pikas, the cat didn’t walk on hind legs. Squatting to balance, it reached to grab the flower.
The thin stem slipped through its paws, falling. Panicking, it caught it, toppling backward.
Rolling, it bit the stem.
Lin Qianyu laughed, taking the flower. “Try wearing it.”
She bent the stem, threading the tip through a slit near the bud.
A simple flower crown.
Under the cat’s curious gaze, she placed it on its head, tucking its ears inside.
The new headgear felt odd.
The cat tilted its head, paw raised to pull it off, but froze when it shifted, scared to move.
“Aow!”
Lin Qianyu rubbed its chin. “Looks good.”
---
*Author’s note: Here it is.*
[*Pika info sourced from the web.*]
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