IBO -Chapter 148 Expressing Love

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Song Yiran had taught for a while and graded assignments before. He knew the kids’ abilities well.

Their levels were mostly similar. Only Song Xianyue was slightly weaker. Under normal circumstances, Song Fu’s score should have been close to Song Buli’s and the others’.

Song Fu hesitated, unsure whether to speak. He lowered his head, fidgeted for a while, then looked up into Song Yiran’s eyes.

“I… Brother… I just wanted… wanted you to pay more attention to me.”

“If my grades were similar to the others, I wouldn’t stand out. But if my results were very special, you’d definitely notice me…”

He drooped his ears sadly.

“I’m not strong enough to get full marks, so I thought of another way… I got zero, so you’d pay special attention to me…”

Song Yiran’s heart ached.

His baby…

“Sweetheart, is it because I haven’t paid enough attention to you? Is that why you think this way? You can tell me. If I’m doing something wrong, I’ll change.”

His eyes were filled with sorrow.

Did I fail somewhere? Did I treat them unfairly?

Song Fu shook his head quickly.

“No! Brother is already doing great! You’re the best brother! It’s my fault… my problem…”

“I… I just want you to care about me more. I know there are many brothers, and you’re only one person. Your energy is limited. But you’re good to all of us and never favor anyone.”

“But… I want you to favor me…”

He lowered his head sadly.

“I know that’s selfish. You’re everyone’s brother, not just mine. I shouldn’t think like that…”

As Song Fu kept talking, he couldn’t help but let “pa-ta-pa-ta” little pearl-like tears fall.

“But… but… but I just want big brother to favor me a little more…”

Song Fu suddenly felt how despicable he was.

He had used all kinds of methods, trying to make Song Yiran favor him more. But Song Yiran was everyone’s big brother, not just his alone.

Wasn’t what he was doing no different from a thief?

Things were already good enough. Song Yiran didn’t particularly favor anyone—he treated everyone equally and cared for them all.

That was already good. So why did he have to break this balance?

Just because he selfishly wanted exclusive favoritism?

But on what grounds?

Why did he get to be so selfish?

If Song Yiran were like the sun hanging high in the sky, gently shining on everyone—

Then Song Fu was someone who greedily wanted more sunlight.

The sunlight Song Yiran gave him was already enough, yet he was still dissatisfied.

He wanted more. Brighter, more dazzling sunlight.

He wanted a ray of sunshine meant only for him.

And for that, he had used all kinds of despicable methods.

Only now did Song Fu finally realize how narrow-minded he had been.

The sun never favors anyone.

Its light shines equally on everyone.

Song Yiran would never favor any single family member.

He would care for every one of them equally.

And he himself was just a despicable little thief, trying to steal extra attention through underhanded means.

The more Song Fu thought about it, the sadder he became.

He wished he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot, so he wouldn’t have to feel Song Yiran’s gaze on him anymore.

While Song Fu was lost in his chaotic thoughts, a pair of warm hands gently lifted his head.

They softly wiped away his tears and stroked his hair, soothing him.

Those hands belonged to Song Yiran.

The moment Song Yiran saw Song Fu crying, his own heart ached.

He gently patted Song Fu’s head and apologized softly:

“Good boy, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry I didn’t notice your feelings in time…”

Song Fu hurriedly shook his head.

“No, brother, it’s not your fault! You didn’t do anything wrong! It’s my fault… I’m too greedy… I’m too bad…”

He really was too greedy.

Song Yiran tenderly rubbed Song Fu’s chubby cheeks.

“Good boy, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not a bad child. You’re not greedy. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Wanting more favoritism from your guardian is completely normal. Many children feel this way. It’s not selfish, and it’s not greed.”

“It’s instinct—an instinct to seek love.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. You don’t need to cry because of this.”

Song Yiran sighed.

“I think… I haven’t done well enough. I didn’t give you enough sense of security.”

Then he made a firm decision.

“From today on, I’ll work hard to make all of you feel safe and secure!”

He looked seriously into Song Fu’s eyes.

“Fufu, I love you! My love for you will never change!”

Song Fu froze for a moment.

Then Song Yiran pulled him into a hug and brought him in front of everyone.

After setting him down gently, Song Yiran stood before the group with his hands on his hips and declared boldly:

“Everyone! Starting today, I’m going to change! I’ll make sure you all feel safe and loved! I’ll change the way I talk, and let you feel my passionate love!”

“Lili! I love you! I love you deeply!”

“Fu Fu! I love you! I love you passionately!”

“An’an! I love you! My love for you will never expire!”

“Yangyang! I love you! I love you sincerely!”

“Yuyu! I love you! Like I love the earth, deeply!”

“Yueyue! I love you! Like I love the moon!”

“Xinxin! I love you from the bottom of my heart!”

“Yunyun! I love you! My love has no deadline!”

“Xiao Zhong’er! I love you! Like a monkey loves bananas!”

“Tutu! I love you! Like I love the sky!”

Song Yiran had completely figured it out.

In the past, he expressed his care mostly through actions, just like in the family environment he grew up in.

In Dragon Country, families were used to hiding love in actions rather than words.

Song Yiran grew up that way.

But now, he decided to change.

Not only would he show love through actions—

He would also say it out loud.

Every time he said “I love you,” he went over and gave that person a big hug.

After hugging everyone, he stood in front of them and smiled brightly.

“Everyone! We’re a loving family! I love you all, and you love me too, right?”

Everyone blushed at his sudden outburst of affection.

It was the first time they had felt his love so directly.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t felt it before—

He just hadn’t said it so openly.

After some shy hesitation, the kids finally spoke up.

Song Buli smiled shyly.

“Brother! I love you too!”

Song Xianyue wagged his tail excitedly.

“Me too! Brother, love you!”

Song Xiuhu squinted with a grin.

“I like brother the most! I love brother the most!”

Song An showed a rare shy side.

“I love brother too…”

Song Yang jumped out.

“I super love brother!”

Song Chiyu gently swayed his snowy-white tail, pretending to be reserved, though his fur-covered face was already bright red.

“Ahem… I love brother the most too!”

Song Yuexin smiled.

“Hehe~ I love brother the most!”

Song Yinyun spoke honestly.

“Me too! Brother, I love you!”

Xiao Zhong’er said tearfully:

“Wuwuwu, this is so touching! Song Yiran, I didn’t know you loved me so deeply—like a monkey loves bananas!”

Then he added:

“I love you too! Like flowers love fertilizer!”

Song Yutu blushed and said shyly:

“Brother, I love you too… like fish love the ocean!”

Song Yiran looked at everyone with satisfaction and exclaimed:

“Ah! We really are a loving family!”

That afternoon, everyone was free at home.

And Song Yiran decided to strictly carry out his “spreading love” plan.

He started with nicknames.

He researched Western-style pet names: honey, sweetheart, cookie—sweet-sounding names.

After preparing himself, he spent the afternoon experimenting.

First target: Xiao Zhong’er.

He was gaming under a peach tree.

Song Yiran leaned over.

“Oh, my little sweetheart, what are you doing?”

Xiao Zhong’er got goosebumps.

“Song Yiran, have you watched too many movies?”

Song Yiran tilted his head.

“Don’t like ‘sweetheart’? Then honey? Cookie?”

More goosebumps.

“I think you’re acting weird…”

“I’m experimenting. I think this shows my love better.”

That failed, so he moved on.

Next was Song Yutu, watching a drama.

“Oh, my dear little cookie, what are you doing?”

Goosebumps again.

“Brother, I’m watching a show.”

“Oh, my dear cookie, enjoy it!”

Next target.

Song Xianyue was playing house with dolls.

“Oh, my dear little honey, what are you doing?”

“…Playing with dolls.”

All afternoon, the house was filled with “sweetheart,” “honey,” and “cookie.”

Everyone suffered in silence.