IBO -Chapter 144 The School Journey Begins

This novel contains sensitive and taboo content like R*pe, Mu**er etc. Read only if you are comfortable.

By the time Song Yiran and Xiao Zhong’er got home, the delivery had arrived. Song Yiran quickly brought the packages inside and distributed the small backpacks and shoulder bags.

“Ta-da! Big brother bought you all new little backpacks!” Song Yiran said with a bright smile.

He added, “Tutu and Xiao Zhong’er also got them—adult-style fashionable shoulder bags!”

Within minutes, the kids eagerly slung on their brand-new backpacks.

“Wow! I love my backpack! Thank you, big brother~”

“Big brother, I’ll take good care of it!”

The kids cherished their new backpacks, showing their joy to Song Yiran.

Xiao Zhong’er had already strapped on his stylish shoulder bag, striking poses and twisting around proudly to find the most photogenic angles.

He posed while taking selfies. Once satisfied with the result, he pressed the shutter and produced a “cool” photo.

The “coolness” was, of course, entirely subjective.

From Song Yiran’s perspective, Xiao Zhong’er had just twisted around and taken a photo at the point where his body was most contorted.

Excited, Xiao Zhong’er rushed over and proudly displayed the photo—it showed him in a strange S-shaped twist, flaunting the shoulder bag in an odd pose.

If the face were hidden, Song Yiran might have thought it came straight from a horror movie.

Xiao Zhong’er beamed. “Song Yiran, look at my photo! Isn’t it great?”

“I based this pose on many fashion magazine models! Cool, right? How does it look?”

Song Yiran’s praise alone wasn’t enough. Xiao Zhong’er called over Song Yutu and the other kids to admire his “cool” photo.

“Come on! Everyone, look! Isn’t my photo amazing?”

Xiao Zhong’er’s tone was full of flourish. “If you want to compliment me, go ahead! I know you all want to praise my photography skills! Hehe~ go ahead!”

Song Yutu almost laughed out loud but forced himself to maintain a serious expression. “The angle of this photo is very clever. Only a master photographer could capture such an angle!”

The other kids, lacking developed aesthetic judgment, couldn’t really understand the photo. But since Song Yiran and Song Yutu praised it, it must be… good?

Some kids were skeptical but decided to join in the praise.

“Wow! This photo is so pretty!”
“Yes! Big brother’s pose is so cool too!”
“Big brother is a photography genius!”
“Big brother is amazing!”

They showered Xiao Zhong’er with unreserved compliments, leaving him utterly delighted.

Dinner that night was abundant, and Song Yiran kept his promise to Xiao Zhong’er by giving everyone a cup of sweet and sour juice after the meal.

As night fell, Xiao Zhong’er curled up in his room to rest.

Ever since the compliments, he had been floating on cloud nine.

He brimmed with confidence: yes, he was a photography genius! Born for photography, a natural talent for the craft!

He happily shared the photo he had taken that afternoon in the family chat group.

[Faithful Guardian of the Great God of History]: [Photo] Everyone, this is the photo I took this afternoon!

[Mother]: Seen.

[Younger Sister]: Finally human form? Congrats. But what’s with this photo? Is this from a horror movie scene?

[Faithful Guardian of the Great God of History]: No, no! This is my carefully selected cool pose! How does it look?

[Younger Sister]: …Good question.

[Younger Sister]: Let me guess, did you show this to your contract holder?

[Faithful Guardian of the Great God of History]: You guessed it right! My contract holder said it looked great and that I’m a born photography genius!

[Younger Sister]: …5.

[Faithful Guardian of the Great God of History]: I know, you must think this photo is amazing too! Praise me if you want~

[Younger Sister]: Yep, you’re right.

[Faithful Guardian of the Great God of History]: Hehe~ I knew you’d love this photo!

[Younger Sister]: Yep, indeed.

Xiao Zhong’er slept soundly, completely content, having a beautiful dream.

In his dream, he became a dazzling rising star in the world of photography.

He dreamed that he was standing on the podium of the highest photography award. Everyone was congratulating him, everyone was praising him. Countless flowers and applause rushed toward him.

Song Yiran was clapping for him in the audience. Song Yutu was cheering for him. The children from the childcare center looked at him with admiration, treating him like an idol.

It was a wonderful night’s dream.

As the sun rose, a new day arrived.

Today was a big day for their family, because today was the day the children officially started kindergarten!

Song Yiran thought: This is my babies’ first day of school! It’s worth commemorating!

After breakfast, Song Yiran filled each child’s water bottle with warm lemon-mint water and packed the stationery they had bought yesterday into their little backpacks.

Although it was already the interstellar era and school supplies could be stored directly in their light brains, Song Yiran felt that putting stationery into little backpacks gave a sense of ceremony, so he still packed them properly.

The children didn’t need to carry backpacks every day. They could store them in their light brains and take them out whenever they felt like wearing them.

But for now, they all loved their little backpacks and, without prior agreement, wore them on their backs.

Song Yiran also baked some small cookies. He divided them evenly into several portions, packed them into little paper bags, and handed them out to everyone.

Xiao Zhong’er had no resistance to food. He immediately opened his bag and stuffed cookie after cookie into his mouth.

Song Yiran reminded them,
“These are snacks Brother prepared for you, but don’t eat too much before lunch at the kindergarten cafeteria, or you won’t be able to finish your proper meal.”

“Okay~” the children nodded obediently.

The road to the kindergarten was very short. In no time, they arrived at the gate.

On the first day of school, parents were allowed to escort their children to the classroom door.

Song Buli and the others were assigned to the same class: Little Star Class 3.

The kindergarten was divided into three levels:
Lower class, middle class, and upper class.

Little Stars represented the lower class, Middle Stars the middle class, and Big Stars the upper class.

At their current age, they were in the lower class. When they advanced, they would become Middle Star Class 3.

At the door of Little Star Class 3, Song Yiran bid farewell to the children with reluctant eyes.

“You must follow the rules at school. Don’t be naughty. If anyone bullies you, tell the teacher, or contact Brother directly through your light brain.”

The children also looked reluctant.

“Brother, we’ll miss you!”

“We’ll follow the rules in class!”

“Brother, remember to miss us too after you go home! We’ll always think of you!”

Song Yutu stood aside with his arms crossed, expressionless as he watched this touching scene.

Tsk. He suddenly felt a little jealous…

If he went to adult university, would Song Yiran treat him like this too?

But forget it.

For him, school was just a meaningless waste of time. He had already learned everything he needed.

Besides, why compete with little kids?

That bit of jealousy quickly disappeared.

Xiao Zhong’er couldn’t understand why the atmosphere was so emotional.

It was just kindergarten, not like they’d never see each other again.

Human emotions were so complicated—he couldn’t understand them at all.

After all the students arrived, the parents gradually left. As the homeroom teacher stepped onto the podium, their school life officially began.

The homeroom teacher of Little Star Class 3 was Teacher Yoya.

The first activity was self-introductions.

“Hello, everyone. My name is Lairdoss Yoya. I’m your homeroom teacher. You can call me Teacher Yoya.

“Next, when I call your name, please stand up and introduce yourself. You can talk about your hobbies or just your name.”

Teacher Yoya adjusted his glasses and began roll call.

One by one, the children stood up.

Some were shy and only said their names.

Others were enthusiastic and almost revealed their entire life stories.

When it was Song An and Song Yang’s turn, Yoya first explained their special situation.

“Children, Song An and Song Yang are actually two people. Although they share one body, they have two different souls.”

With a friendly smile, he said,
“Would you like to tell everyone how to tell you apart?”

Song An felt warm inside.

So this was what Song Yiran had secretly arranged yesterday.