IBO -Chapter 184 Two-Centimeter Braids

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From the children’s fragmented explanations, Song Yiran finally pieced together the truth.

While he and Xiao Zhong’er were struggling with the game, something had happened among the kids.

At first, they were playing in the yard. Song Xianyue couldn’t help but glance at Song Chiyu.

Curious, she asked: “Yuyu, your hair is so long. Can you make braids like Brother’s?”

Song Chiyu touched his hair and measured its length—it seemed long enough for a braid.

Song Yuan was very interested and picked up a comb that Song Yiran had left on the ground. “Yuyu, want to try making a braid?”

The other kids were attracted by the commotion and gathered around like spectators.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Song Chiyu picked up the comb and started brushing his hair. Once it was roughly in shape, he could tie it.

But just as he was about to secure the braid, he realized an important problem—he had no hair ties!

Song Chiyu froze. “Oh no, I don’t have a hair tie.”

“Don’t worry, Yuyu, I have some!” Song Yinyun came over and pulled out a few colorful ties.

“These are leftover materials from when I did some crafts. You can use them,” Song Yinyun said.

“Great! Thank you, Yunyun!” Song Chiyu took the ties and thanked Song Yinyun sweetly.

Nearby, Song Yuexin squinted his eyes and whispered, “Yunyun is always so reliable at crucial moments.”

Song Buli’s ears twitched. He had heard what Song Yuexin said: “Yeah, Yunyun really is dependable!”

Song Chiyu picked up a pink string and tied a braid for himself.

Once the braid was done, he happily showed it off to his friends: “How is it? How is it? Do I look good now?”

Song Fuguo didn’t hesitate to praise him: “You look super good now!”

Song Yang also complimented him: “Yuyu, you look really pretty with a braid!”

Song Xianyue went further, theatrically circling Song Chiyu, then shouted: “Yuyu, your braid looks just like brother’s! It’s literally the same style!”

Hearing this, Song Yuetao also examined Song Chiyu’s braid carefully. Indeed, it was the same style that Song Yiran usually wore.

Song Yuetao said, “Really! It’s really the same as brother’s braid!”

Song Chiyu touched his braid in disbelief, stammering: “Rea-really the same as brother’s braid?”

Song Buli immediately confirmed: “Really! Yuyu, the braid you made now is exactly the same as the one brother usually has!”

Song Yuexin smiled and added warmly: “Yuyu, the way you wear the braid looks just as good as brother does!”

Song Yuan nodded repeatedly: “Yuyu, you look as pretty as brother now!”

Even Song An popped out briefly: “Indeed, just as pretty as brother.”

In their eyes, Song Yiran was the most beautiful person in the orphanage. Every aspect of him was attractive.

His hairstyle was beautiful, his clothes were beautiful, his mannerisms were beautiful, his eyes were beautiful, his mouth was beautiful, his nose was beautiful—even the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye was beautiful!

Everything about Song Yiran was beautiful, so naturally, Song Chiyu, with a braid in the same style as Song Yiran, was also beautiful.

This was the reasoning running through these little ones’ minds.

Song Chiyu, receiving so many compliments from his friends, felt a little giddy, his face slightly red. Fortunately, the fur on his face was thick enough to hide his blush.

Song Xianyue suddenly had another idea: “If Yuyu can make a braid with his fur, can we also make braids with our fur?”

Song Yuexin shook his tail and, in a cold tone, cruelly crushed Song Xianyue’s fantasy: “But Yueyue, the reason Yuyu can make a braid is because he has long fur. We all have short fur—we can’t braid.”

“Oh no…” Song Xianyue immediately let out a pained wail. “But I also want a braid like brother’s!”

“Is this the fate of short fur?” Song Xianyue couldn’t help feeling melancholic. “Ah, this painful fate! Are we short-furred creatures doomed never to braid our hair? Like day and night never meeting…”

Song Yinyun couldn’t help but complain: “Don’t make short fur sound so miserable…”

Song Xianyue pouted: “But it really is miserable! We can’t braid at all—isn’t that miserable?”

Song Buli promptly stepped in to take charge. He gently patted Song Xianyue’s shoulder with his paw to comfort him.

Song Buli said earnestly: “Alright, alright, Yueyue, don’t be sad. I have a way to help you make a braid.”

Song Xianyue’s eyes sparkled with stars, looking excitedly at Song Yiran: “Really? Lili, you really have a way to let me braid my hair?”

Song Buli confidently assured him: “Trust me. I have a way—if you try, it’ll work!”

“Try?” Song Yuetao was a bit doubtful. “But this isn’t something that effort alone can achieve, right?”

Song Yuan also echoed: “Yeah, even if we try hard, we can’t suddenly turn short fur into long fur, can we?”

“Do you all want to trust me?” Song Buli didn’t explain his method, instead looking earnestly at his friends: “We’re family, aren’t we? Will you trust me as a family member?”

With the word “family” brought up, even the little ones who had some lingering doubts couldn’t question Song Buli anymore.

Song Yuexin squinted. This move was clever! It silenced everyone.

Anyone daring to question it would be questioning family—who would dare take on that label?

Song Yuexin himself had some doubts but didn’t want to be labeled as someone who “questions family.”

The little ones looked at each other, then all said in unison: “We trust you!”

Whether all of these “trusts” came from the heart, no one knew.

Song Buli was pleased with the scene, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Next, Song Buli demonstrated his method publicly.

It was actually simple—after all, the goal was to make braids, and it never said they had to be long braids. Short braids are still braids!

What? A braid only two centimeters long doesn’t count? Who says? How is that not a braid? It’s still braided with string, just shorter!

Song Buli forcefully made a two-centimeter braid on top of Song Xianyue’s head.

The watching friends were speechless…

Song Xianyue: …

He reached up and touched the short braid on his head: “Lili… is this really right? Are braids supposed to be like this?”

He looked pitifully at Song Buli, trying to awaken some conscience within him.

Song Buli thought: Conscience? What’s that? I don’t have one.

Without a shred of guilt, Song Buli said: “Nothing’s wrong. This is a braid!”

Song Buli: “Didn’t I comb your fur first?”

Song Xianyue: “Yes.”

Song Buli: “And after combing, didn’t I tie the combed fur into a braid?”

Song Xianyue: “Yes.”

Song Buli: “Then isn’t this a braid?”

Song Xianyue tried to argue: “But aren’t braids supposed to be long?”

Song Buli raised his eyebrow: “Who says? Who says a braid has to be long? Who decided how long a braid must be? Are short braids banned?”

“Well… no one really said that…” Song Xianyue was getting confused.

Song Buli continued to persuade: “People come in tall and short, right? Does that mean only tall people count as people and short ones don’t? Are short people expelled from humanity? That doesn’t make sense!”

“That’s true! Then I guess what’s on my head really is a braid! Lili, thank you for making a braid for me!” Song Xianyue was completely convinced.

The other little ones were also convinced, eagerly asking Song Buli to braid their hair too. Song Chiyu happily joined in.

Everyone except Song Yuexin and Song Yang.

Song Yuexin saw through it—Song Buli was clearly fooling them, and he wasn’t falling for it.

Song Xianyue had wanted a long braid, but Song Buli could only make a short one, and yet he tricked Song Xianyue into believing it.

Song Yuexin looked at Song Xianyue’s joyful face and guessed that he had probably forgotten what kind of braid he wanted in the first place.

Song Yuexin shook his head. He didn’t want to get involved in this mess—he’d just watch from the sidelines.

After all, they weren’t truly foolish; they were just temporarily tricked. Eventually, they would realize it, and then Song Buli…

That scene was going to be hilarious, Song Yuexin thought, quietly looking forward to when Song Buli would be held accountable.

Song An also saw the truth but was too lazy to reveal it, so he just stayed out of it and watched the show in his heart.

Song Yang had been fooled but his fur was too short—no matter what, he couldn’t make a braid. He felt a bit regretful that he couldn’t join in the braiding fun.

Song Buli made braids for all the little friends gathered around.

They found these braids interesting, even asking for more on their heads. Song Buli happily obliged, adding several more braids for each of them.

Once the braids were done, they admired each other’s braids, occasionally complimenting each other enthusiastically.

Song Xianyue: “Yuyu, the braids on your head look really good!”

Song Chiyu: “Hehe, the braids on your head look great too!”

After all the mutual compliments, they were about to undo the braids. But when they tried, things went beyond what they expected.

Song Chiyu had the most braids. The one he had tied himself was easily undone, but the braids Song Buli made couldn’t be untied at all.

The other little ones were the same—the braids on their heads couldn’t be undone, and some even started crying desperately.