Chapter 301: Wildebeest Are Horses Too (Support Please)

"Boss Qin, your overseas fans have complaints."

"Yeah, you're done for—offended all foreigners, better run now."

"Leave quickly."

Qin Yun was utterly baffled, face blank with confusion.

"No way, I never discriminated by race or treated anyone differently—I've always been fair. How did I offend overseas fans?"

Seeing his expression, a netizen in the comments honestly explained.

"Boss Qin, overseas fans built a website and launched a petition—within a day, it already had over a million signatures, asking that when you next livestream and pick viewers, you also pick a few overseas fans, don't favor one side over the other."

Seeing this comment, Qin Yun was deeply shocked.

"Don't scare me—is this real?"

For his next livestream, Qin Yun didn't even know the content yet, let alone detailed planning—but days ago, he'd casually said he'd only pick domestic netizens for the first time, and never imagined it would cause such an uproar.

"It couldn't be more real, Qin."

"If there are only five spots, you have to pick two from outside China."

"Two out of five, please."

"Qin, we also want to join your next livestream."

TikTok, YouTube, Twitch instantly flooded with comments pleading with him; Qin Yun glanced and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He clasped his hands together in a gesture of thanks.

"Alright, alright—I originally planned to test the waters domestically first, but since overseas fans are so eager, if—if I do a special livestream next time—I'll definitely consider overseas fans, rest assured."

Overseas fans across the three platforms, hearing this, became ecstatic beyond words.

Gifts completely flooded the screen; within moments, the total value soared past astronomical levels.

Seeing this, what could Qin Yun say?

Following the Mara River, Qin Yun ate a simple meal, smeared some wild bee honey on his skin, and set off.

"The northern Sanjiaozhou lies north of the Mara River, so to reach our destination, we must cross the border between Tanzania and Kenya—and that border is this very Mara River; once I cross it, I'm in Kenyan territory."

Qin Yun suddenly pointed at a brown wooden sign across the river and laughed: "Look, just talking about the border—and there's the warning sign: 'INTERNATIONAL BOUNDARY NOTE THAT ENTRY IS PROHIBITED'—meaning this is an international border, unauthorized entry forbidden."

"How's Boss Qin going to get in? You're not a wildebeest."

"Obviously, Boss Qin already handled the paperwork in advance."

"Of course—he couldn't just sneak across under everyone's watchful eyes, that'd be too wild."

Qin Yun laughed: "Naturally—I already completed all procedures in both Tanzania and Kenya before officially starting the livestream. This is legitimate broadcasting, not illegal."

He walked forward several dozen meters; this area wasn't a crossing point for the migration herd, so few wild animals lingered nearby.

"The Mara River's width ranges from thirty to a hundred meters—I'll try to pick a shorter, gentler slope so I don't get swept away."

He walked for half the day, finally appearing behind the wildebeest herd; around him, cold stares fixed on the herd, ready to feast at any moment.

Qin Yun glanced and suddenly had an idea. For him, crossing water normally posed no danger, so he decided to make it thrilling.

But he didn't act immediately—if he was going to play, he'd prepare thoroughly.

He turned and walked away toward the grassland.

"Why's Boss Qin leaving?"

"Not crossing the river?"

"The river's only waist-deep, far from the Nile crocs—easy to cross."

Qin Yun slipped into the dense grasses along the riverbank, spotted lush, juicy green grass, sliced it with his dagger, and gathered clusters of tender stems and leaves.

He cut for about half an hour, filling a hollowed-out honey container to the brim.

"What's Boss Qin doing?"

"Don't get it? Preparing to eat grass?"

Once he'd gathered enough grass, Qin Yun stepped out of the reeds, glanced back at the drone beside him, and smiled: "Can't guess? Don't rush—I'll keep preparing."

He walked along the riverbank toward the marshy shallows, where tall, slender reeds swayed in the wind, their green stalks sweet and juicy. He bent down, plucking fresh reeds, stripping off the hardened old roots, keeping only the softest central portions.

When he'd collected a full armful, he stopped.

"Well? Have you guessed what I'm planning?"

Unfortunately, no livestream viewer could guess what Qin Yun intended.

He didn't dawdle further, laughing: "Wildebeest are horses too—I'm going to catch one and ride it across the river."

Hearing this, livestream viewers fell silent.

"Damn, wildebeest are horses? How could you say that?"

"How could you possibly tame a wildebeest?"

"This is insane—wildebeest can't be ridden!"

"Holy shit!"

"Jesus, Qin's talking nonsense again."

Qin Yun shook his head: "I'm not joking—I'm serious. Wildebeest backs aren't built for long-term weight, but crossing the river briefly? No issue. As for taming—don't worry, that's my business."

He pointed to the tender grass and reeds in his arms: "Fresh grass and young reeds are wildebeest essentials—their absolute favorites. I'm going to use these to lure one over."

After saying that, he slipped away toward the river, trying to look inconspicuous.

At this moment, the river crossing continued; all wildebeest grew restless, waiting their turn. Qin Yun didn't rush toward the agitated herd, carefully scanning among them.

"Calves won't work, elderly or weak wildebeest won't work, females won't work—I can only pick from a healthy adult male."

After scanning, he finally locked onto a male wildebeest grazing on the grass at the very edge—large, muscular, clearly formidable.

Its horns were hard and sharp, its coat glossy and smooth—looked perfect.

Qin Yun slowly approached, then at a suitable distance, scattered a handful of fresh, tender grass on the ground, and stepped back a few paces, waiting quietly.

The rich scent of grass drifted on the wind; the horned horse flared its nostrils, sniffing carefully, then looked up at Qin Yun before taking a few steps toward the tender grass leaves—and stopped, glaring at him.

Seeing Qin Yun make no move, it finally drew closer to the grass; until it reached the grass, the horned horse encountered no danger, and settled down to graze contentedly.

Qin Yun smiled, then scattered another handful of grass on the ground, stepping back a few paces.

As expected, after the horned horse finished eating the original grass, it caught the scent of the new tender leaves, trotting eagerly over.

"Don't eat it, idiot."

"Fallen for it already?"

"Qin Ye's expression looked exactly like a devil luring women to their doom."

"Hahaha."

Thus, each time the horned horse finished eating, Qin Yun placed another handful of grass on the ground, luring it gradually farther from the herd. When the grass was nearly gone, Qin Yun pulled out a cluster of reeds—but did not place them on the ground; instead, he held them before the horned horse's mouth.

Under the continuous temptation of delicacies, the horned horse's eating became increasingly relaxed.

Qin Yun led the horned horse farther from the riverbank; its feeding instinct made it forget why it had come here. Every time it finished eating, new delicacies were placed before its mouth—was there anything in this world more blissful than this?

After leaving the Mara River several hundred meters, Qin Yun paused, then reached into his robe and pulled out a natural salt block he had picked up earlier.

"Salt isn't just for humans—animals need it too. It's essential, as vital as water."

Qin Yun spoke softly, then placed the salt block on the ground. The salty aroma instantly struck the horned horse's preference; it immediately lowered its head to lick it. Seeing this, Qin Yun turned, raised his hand, and pressed it against the horned horse's neck.

The horned horse stiffened, instinctively trying to pull away—but Qin Yun immediately produced another handful of tender reeds and placed them at its mouth. Like a hierarchy of instincts, as long as Qin Yun showed no grave threat, the horned horse's feeding drive overruled its fear.

Qin Yun slowly shifted backward, soon arriving beside the horned horse's spine.

"It's over—the horse boss is about to be ridden."

"Qin Ye is such a beast—he's about to get his horse girl."

"Hahaha, after eating so much grass and reeds from Qin Ye, a little ride won't hurt."

Qin Yun's hand rested on the horned horse's back; under the drone's close-up lens, the texture of its spine was clearly visible, its mane laid bare.

"Look—the horned horse's back is narrow. Unlike horses, whose backs are flat and broad with thick muscles capable of Load-bearing, the horned horse's back is long and arched, slender in the middle—sitting on it would be terribly uncomfortable."

"And though this male horned horse looks robust, its frame is actually small. Of course, as I said earlier, a short ride won't hurt."

With that, he gripped the horned horse's back and flipped himself onto its spine.

Instantly, the horned horse panicked, then erupted in rage, thrashing wildly, rearing and spinning in place. Qin Yun gripped its mane, enduring its panic without flinching.

"Damn, this really is uncomfortable."

But though it couldn't throw him off, sitting atop it made his buttocks ache from the pressure.

He never intended to truly tame the horned horse—let alone whether it could be tamed, even if it could, it'd be useless. He only came here to make it carry him across the river. As he neared Mara River, doing nothing would be too boring.

"Northward, giddy-up, let's go!"

Qin Yun yanked hard on the horned horse's mane; in pain, it was forcibly turned and bolted toward the Mara River.

"Hahahahaha, thrilling!"

Qin Yun laughed aloud.