IBO -Chapter 185 Complete Chaos

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Song Buli saw this scene and finally panicked. He picked up a comb to try to fix it: “Don’t worry, I’ll comb them out and it’ll come undone!”

He first tried to fix Song Xianyue’s braids, combing again and again. Instead of undoing the braid, he only made more knots.

Now, the fur on Song Xianyue’s head and the braid fur were completely tangled together, making the braids impossible to undo.

Song Xianyue couldn’t help but wail, “Waaahhh… my beautiful hair!”

Several little braids had been tied into Song Fu’s head. He irritably scratched at the strings with his claws, but it was useless—he couldn’t loosen them at all.

Gritting his teeth, Song Fu tried to pull the ties apart by force. But they were tied too tightly, and tugging on them made even his scalp hurt.

In the end, he gave up. He felt that if he kept pulling, he’d go bald.

Song Yinyun was racking his brain, using his little paws to try and undo the braids on his head. But they were tied far too tightly—he couldn’t untie them at all.

Song Yuan was so anxious that he started crying too. He couldn’t undo his braids either.

With several tiny braids on his head, he desperately rubbed his head against the ground, trying to use friction to loosen the strings. But by the time his head was covered in dirt, the ties hadn’t loosened in the slightest.

Song Yuetao was also crying loudly. He couldn’t undo his braids either. As he cried, he stared through his blurry tears at the culprit—Song Buli.

Angrily, he lowered his head, aimed at Song Buli, and charged forward, trying to ram his butt with his head.

Sob-screaming, he shouted,
“Ahhh! Song Buli! I’m not done with you! I’m going to ram you to death! I’m going to ram your butt to death!”

Already feeling extremely guilty, Song Buli panicked when he saw Song Yuetao charging at him. He immediately turned and ran.

While running, he shouted,
“Ahhh! I’m sorry! I really know I was wrong! Don’t ram me!”

Song Yuetao chased after him relentlessly.
“What’s the use of knowing you’re wrong? If you’ve got guts, untie my braids! I don’t care—I’m going to ram you to death!”

The scene had completely descended into chaos.

Song Buli and Song Yuetao were reenacting a life-or-death chase, one running, one pursuing, while the other victims stayed where they were, wailing loudly.

Song Yuexin sighed like a little old man.
“I knew this would happen…”

Song Yang remembered what Song Yiran had told them before leaving: if anything happened, they could go to Xiao Zhong’er’s room to find him.

He immediately rushed over at top speed and hurriedly asked Song Yiran for help.

The crying victims followed him to Xiao Zhong’er’s room.

Song Yuexin glanced at Song Buli and Song Yuetao still chasing each other in the courtyard, shook his tail, and turned away without hesitation, heading for the room as well.

Better you than me—he had no interest in getting involved.

In his heart, he silently lit a candle for Song Buli:
Rest in peace. You brought this on yourself. You reap what you sow. I’ll remember you. Go in peace.

Song Buli had no idea how Song Yuexin was “memorializing” him in his heart. As he ran, he suddenly felt a chill down his back, as if something were watching him.

His steps slowed unconsciously.

Song Yuetao seized the chance and rushed forward.
“Hehehe! Prepare to die!”

“Damn you, Song Buli! I’m definitely going to ram you to death today! If I don’t, I won’t be姓宋 anymore!” Song Yuetao snarled.

Song Buli hurriedly made a dash for it, sprinting around the courtyard. He felt that if he slowed down even a little, he really would get rammed today.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t beat Song Yuetao.

It was just that this was his fault. He had no face to fight him head-on, so he could only run away with his tail between his legs.

While fleeing, he kept apologizing,
“I’m sorry! I really am! I won’t dare do it again!”

Song Yuetao wasn’t having it.
“What’s the point of apologizing? Fix the problem first! If you can’t solve it, what’s your apology worth?”

Song Yiran came out of the room and saw this “harmonious brotherhood” scene.

In the courtyard, two cubs were still chasing each other.

Behind him, the victims were still crying loudly.

Song Yiran suddenly felt exhausted.
What kind of mess was this?

But kids were kids. No matter how outrageous their actions were, it seemed normal…

After all, they were just immature children.

He comforted himself inwardly: at least his cubs weren’t becoming delinquent punks, riding ghost-fire motorcycles—no, ghost-fire starships—around town, smoking, drinking, and swearing all day.

If one day they really turned into chain-smoking, hard-drinking punks, he’d probably black out on the spot.

At least this time, it was just an accident while braiding hair…

After forcing himself to calm down, Song Yiran rolled up his sleeves and walked toward the chasing pair.

Song Buli and Song Yuetao suddenly noticed someone standing in front of them.

They looked up—it was Song Yiran.

Song Buli froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.

This was his fault. He had caused trouble and dragged his brothers into it…

Nervously gripping his paws, he stammered, “B-Brother… I… I…”

He wanted to argue, but seeing his brothers still crying and Song Yuetao glaring at him, he gave up.

Lowering his head, he said gloomily, “I’m sorry… It’s all my fault. I messed everyone up…”

Song Yuetao snorted and rammed him in the back a few times. “Hmph! It’s all your fault! I’ll ram you to death!”

After venting his anger, he flicked his tail, lifted his chin, and looked down at Song Buli. “Hmph! That’s your punishment!”

He hadn’t rammed very hard—he just wanted to vent.

Song Buli pursed his lips. “I’m sorry…”

Song Yiran didn’t interfere with their dispute. After they calmed down, he said to Song Yuetao:

“Taotao, I already know what happened. Don’t worry. I’ll help you undo all the braids.”

Song Yuetao pouted and gently rubbed his head against Song Yiran’s palm. “Then be gentle, okay? Don’t make it hurt.”

Song Yiran stroked his head. “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll be very gentle.”

“Mm! I trust you, Brother!” Song Yuetao smiled sweetly.

Then he turned and glared at Song Buli. “As for someone, I won’t trust him anymore! Hmph!”

Song Buli looked completely dejected.

Song Yiran sighed and patted his head. “Alright, don’t keep your head down. You’ll get neck problems.”

Song Buli raised his head, still gloomy. “Brother… I did something wrong.”

“Lili, when you make a mistake, you must take responsibility,” Song Yiran said patiently. “And apologizing isn’t just words—you need action.”

“After apologizing, help me undo everyone’s braids. How about it? Confident?”

Hope lit up in Song Buli’s eyes. “Yes! I’ll make it up to them!”

He apologized to each brother.

Though they were upset, their anger quickly faded.

Song Fu pouted. “I’ll forgive you if my fur goes back to normal.”

Song Chiyu said, “Same.”

Song Xianyue had already forgiven him. “I wasn’t mad. I was just scared my hair wouldn’t grow back.”

Song Yinyun swished his tail. “Me too.”

Song Yuan was still sulking. “Hmph! I won’t forgive you! I won’t talk to you for three hours!”

Song Buli immediately knelt in apology. “Yuanyuan, I’m sorry!”

Song Yuan snorted. “Fine. I’ll ignore you for one hour.”

Song Yuetao snorted. “I already punished you. But I’m still angry.”

He declared seriously, “Song Buli, I won’t trust you anymore! You’ve used up my trust!”

Song Buli bowed his head. “Taotao, I’m sorry!”

Song Yuetao turned away coldly. “Hmph.”

Song Buli scratched his head. “Taotao… If I give you all my candy today, will you forgive me?”

There was a candy jar in the kitchen. Song Yiran’s rule was: adults could eat ten candies a day, kids only five.

Song Yuetao loved candy, but he only got five a day. No one ever saved theirs, so he couldn’t get extras.

Thinking of sweet candy, his mouth watered. He cleared his throat seriously.

“Ahem! If you give me all your candy today… I might consider forgiving you.”

Song Yuetao thought he had hidden his little thoughts very well, but his eyes betrayed him completely.

Right now, his eyes seemed to be spelling out four words: his left eye said “Candy!” and his right eye said “Want it!”