IBO -Chapter 159 Robbery

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

The next day, April began officially.

By April 5th, Song Yi Ran was already preparing for Song Fu’s birthday party.

Song Fu’s birthday was on April 5.

Tomorrow was his birthday.

Before sending the children to school today, Song Yiran took out more than a dozen small packs of cookies and the same number of birthday party invitations.

“Fufu, tomorrow is your birthday. Our family will hold a birthday party for you. If you want to invite your kindergarten friends to celebrate with you at home, you can give them these cookies and invitations,” Song Yiran said.

Song Fu’s eyes rolled around, and he immediately broke into a bright smile.

“Okay~ I’ll invite them!”

Song Yutu stood nearby, expressionless as he watched everything. For some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable inside.

Song Yiran then took out several more packs of cookies and handed one to each child. When Song Yutu held the cookie in his hand, his mood instantly brightened.

Squatting down, Song Yiran reminded them, “These are for you to eat yourselves. You can have some during break to fill your stomach, but remember—not before meals.”

The children obediently replied, “Okay~”

Meanwhile, the little chuunibyou kid nearby had already stuffed all his cookies into his mouth. After finishing, he even licked the crumbs from his lips in satisfaction.

Kindergarten – After the First Class in the Morning

After the first lesson, Song Fu mysteriously called out to his brothers.

“Come with me!”

After speaking, he sneakily led Song Buli and the others to the bushes behind the teaching building.

Song Fu took out the dozen packs of cookies Song Yiran had given him that morning.

Song Buli asked curiously, “Aren’t these for inviting people to your birthday party? Are you asking us to help you invite them?”

A wicked smile appeared on Song Fu’s face.

“Heh heh heh! As long as you don’t say anything and I don’t say anything, who will know whose stomach these cookies went into?”

“As long as we hand out the invitations later, no one will know we secretly ate the cookies!”

Song Buli hesitated and glanced at the other brothers. They looked hesitant too.

Ignoring everything, Song Fu directly stuffed a cookie into everyone’s mouth.

The fragrant cookies instantly conquered their hearts. They exchanged glances and silently reached an agreement.

So, hidden in the bushes, they finished all the cookies, then pretended nothing had happened and slipped back to class.

After the second lesson, Song Fu took out the invitations and handed them to his classmates.

“Everyone, tomorrow is my birthday. My family will hold a party for me. This is the invitation. If you’re interested, you can come tomorrow!”

The classmates reacted enthusiastically.

“Wow! It’s your birthday tomorrow? I’ll definitely come!”

“Me too!”

Garivi didn’t open her invitation. Instead, she lazily asked Doris to read it for her.

“Doris, check what it says.”

By now, Doris had become Garivi’s loyal little follower. She quickly opened the card and skimmed through it.

“Boss, it says that Song Fu’s family will hold a birthday party tomorrow from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. His parents also thanked everyone in advance.”

Garivi flicked her tail.

“And the address?”

Doris glanced at the bottom.

“Report, boss! It’s very close to the kindergarten—only a ten-minute walk!”

She leaned closer eagerly.

“Boss, are you going to attend?”

Garivi wasn’t very interested.

But kindergarten life was too boring. Sometimes, she needed to find some fun.

She nodded.

“Doris, you’re coming too. You’ll prepare our gifts. I’ll reimburse you.”

Doris straightened her chest proudly.

“Got it, boss! I’ll pick the best gift and won’t embarrass you!”

Uniform Day

Today was also the day to distribute school uniforms.

Because every student had a different body shape and appearance, each uniform was custom-made.

For example, Song Buli and the others wore shirts with sleeves, but bird-type students needed sleeveless ones so their wings wouldn’t be restricted.

All uniforms were sky blue, with each student’s name printed on the collar.

Many children changed immediately after receiving them, turning the kindergarten into a blue ocean.

After School

After school, parents came one after another. Song Buli and the others waited obediently at the gate for Song Yiran.

Across from the kindergarten was a commercial street with food and entertainment. A dessert shop faced the entrance.

It had just opened today.

Its counter was filled with small cakes, desserts, and freshly baked, fragrant bread.

The sweet aroma drifted all the way to the gate.

Song Xianyue sniffed and stared longingly.

“That shop smells so good. It looks delicious!”

He swallowed.

Song Buli also noticed a big sign.

“Grand opening: Buy one get one free, 5% off storewide. Don’t miss it!”

“Wow, that’s such a good deal!” Song Xianyue’s eyes lit up. “Should we go buy some desserts?”

The others were tempted but hesitant.

Song Yang pursed his lips.

“But big brother said we should wait here and not run around…”

Song Yuexin suggested, “Why don’t we wait for him and go together?”

Song Xianyue tried persuading them.

“It’s right across the street. We’ll be quick!”

After more persuasion, the others finally agreed.

They ran to the dessert shop and bought lots of sweets—some to take home, some to eat immediately.

Each held a dessert while walking.

The Alley

When they stepped outside, they were swept into a crowd and pushed into a small alley.

After the crowd dispersed, they ran into a group of hooligans.

One of them shouted arrogantly, “Hey! You little shorties!”

Song Buli immediately sensed danger. He stepped forward to shield his brothers, baring his teeth threateningly.

Song Xiuhu and Song Fu took positions on both sides.

Song An took over the body and prepared for battle.

Song Yinyun crouched low, fur standing on end, growling.

Only Song Xianyue was still eating, confused.

“Little shorties? Where?”

The leader sneered.

“I’m talking about you. Hand over some credit points.”

Now even Song Xianyue understood—they were being robbed.

Song Buli sighed in relief. At least it was just money.

“How much?” he asked cautiously.

Remembering Song Yiran’s advice—stay alive first—he chose to compromise.

The hooligan sneered.

“1500 credit points.”

Just then, a familiar mechanical voice cut in.

“Heh. A bunch of bullies who prey on the weak.”

The hooligan turned angrily.

“Who are you calling stupid?”

He saw two more kids.

“Tch. Two more brats.”

Garivi and Doris stood at the alley entrance.

Doris shouted angrily, “Who are you calling brats? Watch out, my boss will beat you up!”

The hooligan burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! Since you’re here, leave your credit points too!”

“Little brothers, get them! Let these little brats see our strength!”

With the order from the lead thug, the group of his underlings scattered, each trying to go after the kids.

Garivi muttered, “Fools are always fools.”

A cold gleam flashed in Garivi’s eyes as she lunged at the thugs.

“Ah!”

“Ow ow!”

“Ugh!”

“My back!”
…

Three minutes later, the thugs were sprawled all over the ground, each clutching their sore spots, groaning in pain.

Garivi stood perfectly composed, not a single strand of fur out of place, as if she had merely taken a casual stroll.

Garivi said, “A bunch of idiots who overestimate themselves.”