IBO -Chapter 116 Flying Competition

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The moment Song Fu heard this, his eyes lit up. “Wow! Flying competitions!”

“Brother, let’s enter the flying competition together!” Song Fu clung to Song Yiran’s leg, acting cute.

The other kids quickly followed suit. They crowded around Song Yiran, blinking their big eyes and using every bit of cuteness they could muster.

“I want to go too!”

“Me too! I want to participate!”

“Brother~ shall we join the flying competition together?”

Even Xiao Zhong’er wanted in. “Song Yiran, I think this is a great idea. Let’s join the flying competition together! Plus, we can earn points, and points can be exchanged for prizes—so worth it!”

At the mention of prizes, Xiao Zhong’er’s greedy smile appeared. He calculated that even if Su’er didn’t participate, they had eleven people together—they could earn a lot of points and redeem tons of prizes!

He chuckled to himself, already imagining the cute little prizes in their hands.

Song Yutu stood nearby, watching Xiao Zhong’er with disdain. Tsk tsk, such a big kid, still so immature!

Unlike him—he was the very definition of maturity!

In his mind, Song Yutu smugly compared himself, thinking, Look at this! Getting so excited over such trivial things… I wouldn’t act so silly over something like that!

But his high-and-mighty expression didn’t last long, as Song Yiran interrupted it.

Seeing everyone excited about the flying competition, Song Yiran immediately decided they would participate. Truthfully, he was quite interested in the competition himself—not because he loved contests, but mainly for the prizes.

With a confident pat on his chest, he declared, “I’ll join the competition too! I’ll earn as many points as possible and make sure everyone in our family gets a prize!”

“Yay!”

“You’re the best, brother! Go, brother!”

“Thanks, brother~ I’ll work hard to earn points so you can get prizes too!”

The kids’ excitement reached its peak, their minds all focused on collecting points.

Even Song Yutu’s usual cold expression melted into a bright smile. To Xiao Zhong’er, that smile looked utterly silly.

Shaking his head silently, Xiao Zhong’er thought, Song Yutu must be on a mission or something, otherwise why would he look this silly?

Meanwhile, Song Yutu was blissfully unaware of Xiao Zhong’er’s thoughts. He was lost in joy—Brother said he’d win points for me! I’m his favorite cub!

What? Brother said he was getting prizes for everyone in the family?

Song Yutu decided the wind must be too strong to hear properly—he was still the brother’s favorite, no matter what!

Once the decision was made, Su’er led them to another magical giant tree in the center of Karen Tier.

This tree’s branches concealed a large flying area, bustling with alien visitors and a few elves. The competition field was fenced, with only a limited number of participants allowed at a time.

Su’er explained, “Each magical giant tree in Karen Tier has flying zones, though most only reserve a small area. This tree has 19% of its space dedicated to flying, specifically for competitions.”

Around the fenced arena were many spectator seats, filled with cheering alien visitors.

Su’er guided them to the registration area, where various competitions were held: beginner, intermediate, and advanced. These were for alien visitors; the local elves had separate contests.

Except for Su’er, Song Yiran and his group signed up for the beginner competition.

The elves at the registration area handed them leaf-shaped number tags, roughly the size of an adult’s palm. The numbers weren’t written but appeared magically, like a digital screen. Below the number was a second number, currently set to “0.”

Song Yiran noticed shelves filled with curiosities—magical plants, glowing potions, and crafted items.

“These are the prizes you can redeem with points,” the elves explained. “The number below your tag shows your points. It updates automatically when you earn more. If you like a prize but lack points, you can also use credit points to redeem it.”

Su’er then brought them to the beginner competitors’ waiting area, where there were plenty of seats. Most participants were flying novices—some there for prizes, others simply for the experience.

The competition areas for different levels were separate, and the waiting area was closest to the beginner arena.

After settling in, Song Yiran carefully watched the beginner competitions. The arenas were so large that he couldn’t see the participants’ movements with the naked eye, but clear screens above each arena captured every detail.

The beginner arena had only small floating obstacles. Participants had to fly steadily along their lanes without touching anything.

Each participant stayed within their designated lane—straying into another’s lane incurred penalties.

Every participant started with 100 points. Judges would deduct or add points based on performance. For example:

• Hitting an obstacle: -20 points
• Flying in the wrong lane: -50 points
• Uneven or wobbly flight: -10 points

Demonstrating advanced flying skills could earn extra points. After the competition, participants were ranked by score.

• Champion: 100 points
• Runner-up: 80 points
• Third place: 70 points
• All others: 30 points (participation award)

After watching a few rounds, Song Yiran concluded that he wouldn’t place. Instead, he planned to earn points by joining multiple rounds. Even the participation award would add up.

This way, he could redeem prizes for everyone at home! If points were insufficient, he could supplement with credit points.

If Xiao Zhong’er knew Song Yiran’s plan, he’d shake his head vigorously, trying to get all the “water” out of Song Yiran’s brain. We haven’t even started, and he’s already so cautious? Confidence is key!

Xiao Zhong’er, however, was focused on the competition. He intended to absorb experience from every participant. In his mind, the championship was already his—he’d been born flying! Among beginners, how could any compare to a seasoned flyer like him?

Grinning, Xiao Zhong’er thought, Champion, champion, here I come~

The kids were ecstatic. This was their first competition, and it was such a fun flying contest!

Every little cub was bubbling with excitement—they couldn’t wait to compete!

Song Buli secretly clenched his paws. He had to perform well! If he did well in the competition, his brother would definitely praise him!

Song Buli knew that given his current skill level, winning first place was out of reach. His goal was third place.

He had to try his best to earn a ranking!

Song An and Song Yang also wanted to rank, and they were mentally strategizing how to secure a good position.

Song An asked, “Silly Sweet, how’s your flying skill?”

Song Yang replied, “I’m not sure… but I feel… like I might be good at it? But I can’t be certain…”

Song An said, “My flying skill is just average. If I competed, I probably wouldn’t place.”

Song An then said, “Silly Sweet, why don’t you give it a try!”

Song Yang hesitated, “But… what if my feeling is wrong? What if I’m actually terrible at flying?”

Song An said firmly, “I say you can do it, so you can do it!”

Before Song Yang could reply, the next second, the controller of this body switched to him.

Song An encouraged him, “Come on, Silly Sweet, you can do it!”

Song Yang felt a weight called “trust” on his shoulders. He clenched his paws tightly. Alright, to not disappoint An An’s trust in him, he would give it his all!

Song An could hear all of Song Yang’s inner thoughts clearly and couldn’t help but comment, “Can you not use such a cheesy nickname for me? Who even is your ‘An An’?”

Song Yang explained, “But I think it’s a cute nickname…”

Song An rolled his eyes and said, “Cute? If you call me An An, then I’ll call you Yang Yang!”

Song An thought this tactic would make Song Yang back down, but unexpectedly, it made him even happier.

Song Yang beamed, “Great! I think Yang Yang is super cute! So from now on, you call me Yang Yang, and I’ll call you An An!”

Song An: …

Song An gave up the struggle and resigned himself: “…Whatever, call me whatever you want!”

At this moment, Song Yutu was full of confidence. This was just a beginner-level flying competition; he only needed to make a slight effort to snatch first place!

Song Yutu proudly scanned over Song Buli and the other little cubs, and then confidently drifted into his daydream.

“Hehehe! I’m a mature adult! How could these little cubs possibly compete with me? Hehehe!”

He imagined the little cubs only getting consolation prizes—tsk tsk tsk, how pitiful~

Thinking about how pitiful the little cubs would look, a happy smirk appeared at the corner of Song Yutu’s mouth.

This round, he was sure to win!