IBO -Chapter 118 That Darn Naïve Sweetie!

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Song Yang stood on the platform, panting, his heart brimming with emotions—excitement, pride, and joy.

Flying at such speed, he felt his blood boiling.

He had won first place in the race. When the judge hung the champion medal around his neck, his heart leapt almost out of his chest.

He glanced shyly yet proudly toward the waiting area, seeing his brothers cheering him on.

After the race, Song Yang flew to everyone, proudly showing off his medal. The kids swarmed around to congratulate him.

Song Xianyue looked at him admiringly: “Yangyang, you’re amazing! You fly so well!”

“Yeah, yeah! You’re really incredible!” Song Chiyu agreed.

Song Fu leaned over, curious: “Yangyang, do you have any flying tips? Can you teach me?”

Song Buli patted Song Yang’s shoulder: “That was so dangerous just now! You could have been hurt! Luckily you’re fine, and you performed so well! You’re awesome!”

Song Xiuhu took a photo of Song Yang: “Yangyang, I took a photo of you while you received your medal! I plan to draw a super pretty picture of you with Xinxin!”

Song Yuexin smiled: “Exactly! I’ll help Xiuhu draw a super pretty picture for you too!”

Song Yinyun looked at Song Yang appreciatively: “Yangyang, I think you have a real talent for flying. Maybe you could become a professional pilot someday!”

Song Yang was a bit shy under all the praise, but soon relaxed and chatted happily with his friends.

Xiao Zhong’er, inspired by Song Yinyun’s words, quietly discussed Song Yang with Song Yiran.

“Song Yiran, I think Yinyun’s right. Yangyang really seems to have a natural talent for flying. Do you think he could become a professional pilot?”

Song Yiran agreed that Song Yang had talent, but he didn’t know if Yangyang wanted to pursue it professionally.

Any professional athlete must put in tremendous effort and risks physical strain. Having talent didn’t mean one had to become a professional; it could remain a hobby.

Deep down, Song Yiran didn’t want Yangyang to suffer. Professionals often have hard lives. He didn’t want his carefully cared-for younger brother to endure hardship.

However, if Song Yang truly wanted to pursue it professionally, Song Yiran would fully support him.

After chatting, Song Yang approached Song Yiran with some hope and expectation: “Big brother, I…”

Song Yiran gave a gentle smile and crouched to pat Yangyang’s fluffy head.

“Oh, our Yangyang was amazing just now! You’re a flying prodigy!”

He added with a laugh: “Everyone did great! We’re all amazing! Each and every one of us is super awesome!”

“Let’s go exchange our points for prizes! Big brother saved up lots of points. Everyone will get a gift!”

With a flourish, Song Yiran excitedly led Xiao Zhong’er and the younger brothers to exchange their prizes.

Su’er hadn’t returned yet, but Song Yiran received her friend request.

[Entrepreneur in Progress]: I’m Su’er.

Song Yiran accepted, and Su’er sent a message:

[Entrepreneur in Progress]: Sorry, I’m handling that male competitor’s situation now. It’s tricky. It’ll take me a while to join you all.

[Guardian of History]: No problem. Thank you so much for saving Yangyang! We really appreciate it!

Su’er left Song Yiran’s chat and switched to chat with Celeste.

She had lied to Song Yiran—the male competitor had already been handed over to the police.

Su’er’s eyes darkened as she repeatedly scrolled through her conversation with Celeste.

[Grand Knight Commander]: Don’t pursue this matter any further.

[Entrepreneur in Progress]: Why? His actions were criminal, and there’s footage from the competition. It would be easy to investigate.

[Grand Knight Commander]: He’s just a pawn. There’s a bigger scheme behind this.

[Grand Knight Commander]: I’ll handle it. You don’t need to investigate further.

[Grand Knight Commander]: Closely monitor Song Yiran and the others. If any unidentified objects try to approach them, do not intervene.

[Startup in Progress]: …Do you mean… but there are still cubs among them… what if…

[Grand Knight Commander]: That is also His Majesty’s will.

[Startup in Progress]: Understood! I will flawlessly carry out the mission entrusted to me by His Majesty!

The midday sun warmed their bodies as Song Yiran and the group sat in a private room of a restaurant, waiting for their meal.

After exchanging prizes for everyone, Song Yiran followed the navigation on StarNet to reach the commercial street of Light Feather Park.

The street was lined with many restaurants and street food stalls, all selling dishes that Song Yiran found very familiar.

There were stir-fry shops, large eateries, street-side vendors selling pancakes with fillings, cold noodles, fried rice noodles…

Finally, Song Yiran picked the most luxurious-looking restaurant—after all, when traveling, one should eat well!

He chose the priciest private room and ordered a large array of dishes.

Most of the dishes on the menu were ones he knew well: braised sea cucumber with scallions, scallion beef stir-fry, sweet and sour ribs, crab roe vermicelli, and the like.

While waiting for the food, the kids were playing with the prizes Song Yiran had just exchanged for them.

They had exchanged some prizes with their own points, but those were kept aside; the only ones they were examining closely were the ones Song Yiran had given them.

Song Yiran had exchanged points for some beautiful handicrafts: exquisitely crafted brooches, glowing hats, bookmarks made from magical plants, and so on—13 prizes in total, so everyone got something.

The two eggs that hadn’t hatched yet couldn’t hold prizes for now, so Song Yiran stored their prizes, along with the magical flower water bottles, in the lightbrain for safekeeping.

Xiao Zhong’er and Song Yutu also exchanged points for some gifts for Song Yiran, which he also carefully stored in the lightbrain.

Soon, all the dishes arrived. The food tasted excellent; the adults could restrain themselves, but the kids could not—they all stuffed themselves so full they could barely move.

Song Yutu looked at the little group who had eaten themselves into round shapes with a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

Tsk tsk tsk, kids will be kids… they don’t even have a bit of self-control, and yet they’ve eaten themselves into balls!

Hehe! Compared to these little gluttons, big brother would surely prefer a younger brother like him, who knows self-restraint!

This round, he was definitely winning!

Song Yutu shamelessly compared the kids unfavorably in his mind, eyes shining with pride and satisfaction.

Xiao Zhong’er had observed Song Yutu’s gaze the whole time. Though he didn’t know what Song Yutu was thinking, he felt whatever it was, it wasn’t very polite.

The kids, stuffed and unable to move, could only sit in their chairs and wait for their food to digest.

Song Yang noticed something strange about Song An—since the end of the competition, he hadn’t spoken a word.

Song Yang tried to start a conversation: “An’an, how do you think the food here is? I think it’s really delicious!”

Normally, Song An would respond quickly, even if it was just to tease him. But this time, he didn’t respond at all—not even a tease.

Song Yang began to worry: “An’an, are you still there?”

After a long pause, Song An finally replied: “I’m here.”

Song Yang let out a sigh of relief: “Good, you’re still here. I thought something might have happened to you.”

“Are you happy that nothing happened to me?” Song An’s words were still as cutting as ever.

Ignoring the barb, Song Yang happily shared his joy with Song An.

“An’an, I won first place today! Big brother even praised me as a little flying genius! It feels like a dream… everything is so wonderful!”

The gentle happiness in his voice pierced Song An’s little heart.

Song An couldn’t help but scoff: “Yes yes yes, you’re a genius! That’s what you wanted to hear, right? Fine, you’re a flying genius, now stop bothering me, you’re so annoying!”

Song An was nearly driven crazy with jealousy. Why did all the good things always go to that naive, sweet brat?

The first one to meet big brother was that silly sweetling; now the one with flying talent was still that silly sweetling!

This was clearly his body! Why should the flying talent belong to the sweetling and not him?!

He was the first to touch the flying device, he was the one flying to Light Feather Park with everyone, yet he had no flying talent. His flying ability was as ordinary as any of his brothers’.

But why?! This body was his from the start! Now the sweetling was living in his body, using his body’s points, even stealing his flying talent!

Yes! That silly sweetling stole his flying talent! This body was his—it should’ve been him who had the talent!

Damn sweetling! The flying genius praised by big brother isn’t that sweetling! The one who should be praised is him!

That sweetling isn’t a flying genius! The flying talent was clearly his! Damn sweetling stole the praise that belonged to him!

Song An was so jealous he was about to lose his mind, his heart bubbling with sourness.

He decided—he wouldn’t say a word to the sweetling for the whole day!

Hmph! He would teach that sweetling a lesson!

Song An scowled at Song Yang and hissed: “Sweetling, don’t talk to me today! I won’t speak to you for the entire day!”

Song Yang was a little puzzled. He didn’t understand why Song An suddenly got angry, though he was used to Song An being grumpy in front of him.

“All right, I won’t talk to you today. But can we talk tomorrow?” Song Yang asked.

Song An snorted, pouting: “Tomorrow, fine. I’ll deal with you tomorrow!”

Song Yang nodded: “Okay～”