Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Sarah blinked her big eyes, looking completely bewildered: "Texas... braised chicken? Does Texas have this dish?" She clearly hadn't heard of this joke before.

Lin Feng suppressed a laugh and said seriously, "Just tell me if you want to eat it or not?"

Sarah was puzzled, but she went along with him and said, "Yes, I'd like to try anything you're willing to give."

"Alright, I'll give you a chance." Lin Feng said, then suddenly reached out and gently pressed Sarah's head, guiding her toward the steering wheel.

Sarah was taken aback at first, but then she understood.

As the two chatted and laughed, the car continued to speed across the vast Texas landscape.

Texas is one of the states with the most prevalent gun culture and the highest per capita gun ownership. It is also an important energy production area. Along the way, you can occasionally see huge wind turbine arrays or oil pumps slowly working in the distance.

Lin Feng even saw a huge tornado where the sky met the earth in the distance, something that could not be seen at all in the country.

However, the distance was too great to pose a threat; instead, it became a unique sight on the journey.

Their first stop was Fort Worth, a renowned cowboy town.

This area still retains a relatively authentic Western landscape.

Once you enter the town, the atmosphere immediately changes.

American flags were flying everywhere along the roads, and cowboys were everywhere.

Along the way, we also saw many cowboys herding Texas longhorn cattle, whose horns were bent to an astonishing degree.

Lin Feng parked the car and walked hand in hand with Sarah into the main street of the town.

The streets are narrow, lined with Western-style wooden buildings. Shops sell equestrian equipment, cowboy gear, leather goods, Native American-style jewelry, and old-fashioned salon bars.

The air was filled with the rugged smells of leather, hay, dust, and roasted meat.

Sarah pointed excitedly to a group of cowboys chatting by the horse stable: "Look! This is one of the heartlands of cowboy culture."

"Come on, Lin, let's go buy some new clothes."

She pulled Lin Feng into a denim goods store that looked like it had a long history.

The store is filled with the distinctive smell of leather, and the shelves are filled with all kinds of cowboy hats, denim shirts in various colors, heavy leather jackets, and rows of shiny cowboy boots.

Sarah enthusiastically picked out a brown tweed denim hat, a well-fitting dark blue denim shirt, a pair of distressed straight-leg jeans, and a pair of brown handmade cowboy boots for Lin Feng.

Lin Feng changed into this outfit and walked out; he really looked the part.

Sarah's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, that's cool!"

"Lin, you look completely different in this! If you could also ride a horse, you'd be perfect!"

Lin Feng put on his hat, made a gun-drawing gesture, and laughed, "Who said I can't ride a horse?"

I'm not bragging, but those cowboys out for a stroll outside are probably noobs next to me.

Sarah covered her mouth in surprise: "Really? You can ride horses? How come I didn't know that?"

"I know a lot more, I'll tell you slowly later." Lin Feng was quite confident.

At this moment, the thin shop owner with a mustache, who had been quietly tidying up the shelves, snorted and interjected in English with a heavy Texas accent: "God will punish every stubborn person."

A real cowboy isn't someone who just puts on a suit and struts down the street.

Seeing the boss mocking Lin Feng, Sarah, like a protective mother hen, immediately defended Lin Feng: "Lin never lies to me. If he says he can ride a horse, he must be really good at it!"

The boss turned around, scrutinizing Lin Feng with a critical look, his tone clearly provocative: "The true skill of a cowboy lies in taming a wild horse without a saddle, in harnessing a galloping calf to its back, demonstrating the courage and superb skill of man and horse as one."

The most popular activity in our town is "Bull Riding Competition," which takes place in the venue located on the east side of town.

A true warrior must endure riding on the back of a raging bull for at least eight seconds; this tests their ultimate balance, strength, and courage.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng's Eastern face, and his tone became more serious, "If your man is really that amazing, why not give him a try?"

This is the core of our cowboy culture.

"Isn't he just a yellow-skinned man who only knows how to use sweet talk to deceive girls?"

The boss was clearly also unhappy that Lin Feng, an Asian man, was with such a beautiful white female companion, and took the opportunity to make sarcastic remarks.

Sarah was so angry she wanted to argue, but Lin Feng stopped her.

He adjusted his hat brim, looked at the boss, and asked in a calm but slightly interested tone: "Riding a bull?"

That sounds interesting.

"Sure, since we're already here, experiencing authentic cowboy culture wouldn't be bad."

Seeing that Lin Feng actually accepted the challenge, Sarah was both worried and secretly hopeful: "Lin, can you really do it?"

That's dangerous.

"Don't worry, this is child's play. It's no problem for me at all. I can do it with my hands." Lin Feng gave her a reassuring look.

Seeing Lin Feng's arrogance, the boss secretly wished he could shoot him.

His anger was at its peak; he couldn't wait to see Lin Feng's miserable state right there in the moment.

Seeing this, he revealed an expression that said, "I'm waiting to see you make a fool of yourself."

They even immediately closed the shop door and put up a "Closed" sign.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the arena. There's a daily performance and challenge session happening right now."

He was eager for this arrogant young Chinese man to be embarrassed on the spot.

Led by the boss, Lin Feng and Sarah arrived at the bull riding arena on the east side of the town.

It was a semi-open-air circular building, similar to a small stadium, and it was bustling with people and had a lively atmosphere.

Stepping inside, a wave of noise hits you.

In the center of the arena was a soft, muddy ground. Several huge, muscular bulls of different colors were kept in a fenced enclosure, pawing the ground restlessly, snorting heavily, their eyes filled with wildness.

The whole scene does indeed have a rugged feel to it, reminiscent of a Spanish bullring.

The surrounding tiered stands were packed with spectators, men, women, and children, most of them dressed in denim, shouting and whistling excitedly.

At the edge of the venue, several cowgirls dressed in shorts, crop tops, and cowboy hats were swaying their hips and dancing a hot opening dance to upbeat country music.

Lin Feng's gaze swept across the stands and he was surprised to find quite a few Asian faces. They looked like Chinese tourists or international students. Among them, a few young girls were quite pretty and were excitedly taking photos and videos with their phones.

Sure enough, you can see Chinese people everywhere.

They are truly found in every corner of the world.

At that moment, the venue's loudspeaker blared, and a passionate, rapid-fire male voice resounded throughout the hall:

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Cowboys! Another challenger has emerged.

A warrior from the Far East, a Chinese cowboy, is about to challenge our wildest bull.

Let's give a warm round of applause and cheers to this brave man—Lin…”

"Whoosh!"

The spotlight suddenly shone on Lin Feng, who had just entered the inner passage.

In an instant, all eyes were on the room.

In an instant, hisses, whistles, shouts, and surprised discussions mingled together, almost lifting the roof off.

Bull riding is the town's signature activity and the most exciting event loved by the rednecks.

But most people looked at a challenger with a Chinese face with suspicion, curiosity, and a mocking wait to see him make a fool of himself.

The real tension and anticipation belonged only to Sarah in the stands, who clenched her hands tightly and stared intently.