IBO -Chapter 133 Really Dumb? Or Just Pretending?

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After vomiting, Song Yiran leaned weakly against the stall wall.

Song Yutu came in, holding a cup of warm water.

“Brother, I brought you some warm water. Rinse your mouth.”

“Thank you, Tutu…”

Song Yiran forced a smile and accepted it.

As he rinsed, Song Yutu stood by quietly.

After calming down a little, Song Yiran tried to speak.

“Tutu, back then, I…”

He choked. His throat felt blocked.

“Brother, if talking about it hurts, then don’t.”

Song Yutu took out tissues and tried to wipe his tears.

But the sudden movement triggered Song Yiran again.

Smack!

He instinctively slapped Song Yutu’s hand away.

“I’m sorry… I just…”

Before he could finish, he knelt and vomited again.

“I’m sorry… I’m not doing it on purpose… I couldn’t react in time…”

He apologized while retching.

His throat burned. Tears streamed down.

Everything felt terrible.

He cried while vomiting.

He was so useless.

He had promised to protect his brothers.

Yet bad people still targeted them.

He couldn’t do anything.

They were still so young…

If only he’d noticed earlier.

If only he’d saved him sooner…

Why were there always disgusting people in this world?

Why couldn’t all potential criminals disappear?

Song Yutu didn’t dare approach him again.

But he couldn’t just watch.

He went to find Xiao Zhong’er.

After exchanging places, Xiao Zhong’er rushed in.

He tried to help Song Yiran up, but was pushed away.

“I’m sorry… I can’t control myself…”

Xiao Zhong’er immediately returned to his round form.

He flew over, propped Song Yiran up, and hugged him tightly.

“It’s okay. It’s over. Song Fu is fine. You’re fine. No one can hurt you anymore.”

Song Yiran finally stopped trembling.

“I feel like I can’t do anything… I’m useless…”

“Stop!” Xiao Zhong’er said firmly. “Where did you get that idea?”

“I couldn’t protect them… I’m a useless brother…”

“No! Your logic is wrong!”

“You should blame the criminal!”

“He hurt Song Fu, not you! Why are you blaming yourself?”

“But if I’d been more careful…”

“Wrong again!”

“We’re victims too! Why should we reflect on ourselves?”

“The only one at fault is that bastard!”

“That bastard is being executed today! We should be happy! He deserves hell!”

Xiao Zhong’er flew up and held Song Yiran’s face.

“Look at me!”

“This has nothing to do with you!”

“It’s his fault, not yours!”

“Don’t keep thinking about what you didn’t do well!”

“Can anyone guarantee absolute safety?”

“There will always be potential criminals in the world.”

“Unless you lock the children at home for life, you can’t eliminate all risks!”

“But does that mean just because there are potential criminals outside, we should lock all the children inside, to prevent them from getting hurt?”

“Not at all! The children are free! If anyone is to blame, it’s those criminals who targeted the children, not ourselves for not protecting them!”

Song Yiran, eyes brimming with tears, stared blankly at Xiao Zhong’er, his voice hesitant: “But… if I had noticed earlier back then…”

Xiao Zhong’er frowned and let out a sigh: “Stop, stop, stop! Song Yiran, you’re falling into victim-blaming! You’re blaming yourself as a victim!”

“Song Yiran, you’re bullying yourself!”

“What does this have to do with you? Did you cause all this? No, you didn’t!”

“Let’s look at it from another angle. According to your logic, would I and Song Yutu also be at fault? We took the kids out to play, and yet this happened. Should you blame us too for not keeping an eye on them?”

Song Yiran shook his head quickly: “No, it’s not your fault—it’s the criminal’s fault…”

Xiao Zhong’er threw up his hands helplessly: “See! You know it’s the criminal’s fault. So why, when it comes to yourself, do you shoulder all the responsibility?”

“Song Yiran, in this matter, we are all victims. The way you treat us is the way you treat yourself. It’s not our fault—it’s the criminal’s fault!”

Xiao Zhong’er reached out his short, stubby hands and patted Song Yiran’s shoulder: “Song Yiran, stop being so hard on yourself! You’ve already done really well! You are a capable older brother!”

Song Yiran’s voice was hoarse as he thanked Xiao Zhong’er: “Thank you…”

Xiao Zhong’er rubbed his round, chubby cheeks against Song Yiran’s: “Alright, alright, don’t be sad! Go freshen up first, we’ll head back together later~”

“Okay!”

Song Yutu held Song Fu in his arms, a bunch of fluffy little friends crouched at his feet. They waited a while before Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er finally came out of the bathroom.

Song Yiran’s emotions had completely stabilized, only his slightly red eyes hinting at his earlier state.

Xiao Zhong’er reverted to his teenage form, supporting Song Yiran all the way.

The group returned to the palace. Song Fu went to his room to shower, while the little friends waited in the lounge for him to finish so they could play together.

Song Yiran went to the palace kitchen, borrowed a stove from the staff, and focused on preparing tonight’s dinner.

Meanwhile, Xiao Zhong’er had just learned a shocking piece of news from Song Yutu.

He began to doubt his own hearing. Did he really just hear human words?

Xiao Zhong’er frowned: “What did you say? Song Fu did it on purpose?”

Was that Interstellar language? He couldn’t have misheard… could he?

Song Yutu nodded: “He knew from the start what the male elf wanted to do. He didn’t cry for help, didn’t run away, and instead pretended to be clueless, walking straight into the trap.”

Xiao Zhong’er found it hard to believe, unwilling to accept that conclusion: “But what if he was just… clumsy? What if he really was tricked?”

“He’s still so young; it’s normal to be deceived. But who would be foolish enough to walk knowingly into a trap? What was he trying to gain?”

Song Yutu let out a helpless, wry smile: “Do you believe he’s an idiot, or do you believe I’m the idiot? He and I are essentially the same; our IQs aren’t that far apart. When I was his age, I wouldn’t have been that stupid…”

“And… I saw his eyes at that time. When I arrived, there was no fear or panic in them. Only when you all got there did his expression shift to fear.”

Xiao Zhong’er was utterly baffled: “There must be a reason, right? If he knowingly walked into a trap, what was he aiming for?”

Song Yutu sighed, brow furrowed: “A martyrdom strategy. Simple tricks wouldn’t have worked, so he intentionally walked into that male elf’s trap.”

Xiao Zhong’er had a question mark floating above his head: “So you’re saying he wanted to play the victim? But what would he gain from that? Our family doesn’t have a throne to inherit—there’s no benefit, right?”

“And this martyrdom plan is way too dangerous! Why not fake it? Pretending to catch a cold and having a headache the next day would be safer! Why risk actual danger? Surely he wouldn’t be that foolish?”

Song Yutu pinched the bridge of his nose: “There’s the problem—this plan is too dangerous. He was stupid to an extreme! How could he be so reckless?”

“He knew how risky it was, and yet he still pretended to be clueless and walked right in! It’s… utterly foolish! Completely senseless!”