IBO -Chapter 186 The Great Braid-Taking Operation

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Song Buli keenly caught the look in Song Yuetao’s eyes. Very intuitively, he pulled out the five candies he had received today and placed all five on Song Yuetao’s hooves.

Song Buli said sincerely, “Taotao, this is my apology to you. Please forgive me for the sake of the candy.”

Song Yuetao nearly wanted to shove all the candies into his mouth and savor them immediately, but he forced himself to restrain the impulse.

He pretended to be serious and said, “Alright, I’ll forgive you for the sake of the candy, but you can’t do this again!”

Song Buli immediately nodded happily: “I absolutely won’t do this again.”

The other “victim babies” thought: Somehow, this seems unfair…

Anyway, next, the “victim babies” lined up in the yard, waiting for Song Yiran and Song Buli to rescue them.

Although the babies’ claws were actually very sharp and could easily cut the ropes binding their braids, their claws weren’t dexterous enough—they could accidentally cut their own fur. So, they had to use careful technique to untie the ropes.

But their claws weren’t flexible enough, and even clever maneuvering couldn’t help. At this point, only Song Yiran, with his human-form fingers, could save them.

Little Zhonger was also a bit eager to try; he wanted to help untie the braids. But he didn’t trust the dexterity of his own fingers, since he had only recently obtained his human form.

So, in the end, Little Zhonger stayed on the sidelines, watching the drama and cheering for Song Yiran.

Song Yuexin and Song Yang stayed together with Little Zhonger, also watching the show.

Song Yiran crouched down and carefully examined the braids on the babies’ heads. There were two reasons the braids couldn’t be untied no matter how they were pulled.

First reason: When Song Buli tied the braids, he probably tied them very tightly to prevent them from coming undone.

Second reason, and the most important one: Song Buli had tied knots that couldn’t be undone.

Song Yiran couldn’t help but sigh and palm his forehead. Of course—only a clueless child could do such a thing.

He shook his head silently, then looked at Song Buli and explained: “Buli, generally you shouldn’t tie braids with knots that can’t be undone. Once tied that way, they can’t be untied.”

Song Buli’s face immediately turned as red as a tomato, though his fur partially hid it. “I… I’m sorry.”

“All right, come here. I’ll show you how to untie braids in this situation.” Song Yiran picked one “victim baby” and demonstrated to Song Buli how to untangle the braid.

The first chosen “victim baby” was Song Chiyu. Song Yiran gently picked one of the braids on his head and carefully separated the rope from the fur.

Song Chiyu had long, thick fur that was entangled with the braid rope. Song Yiran spent a long time carefully separating the fur from the rope.

“Watch carefully. First, you have to separate the fur from the rope to avoid accidentally cutting the fur.” Song Yiran then took out a small pair of scissors. “Next, we cut the rope carefully.”

“Be cautious when cutting the rope. Don’t cut the fur.” Following his own advice, Song Yiran carefully snipped the rope.

Snap! The rope in Song Yiran’s hands was cut, and a portion of Song Chiyu’s fur was finally freed.

Song Chiyu immediately beamed: “Wow! Big brother, you’re amazing!”

Several braids still remained on Song Chiyu’s head. Song Yiran reassured him: “Don’t worry, Chiyu, I’ll get all the braids off your head soon.”

Song Chiyu squinted happily: “Great!”

Song Yiran then turned to Song Buli: “Buli, did you see every step I just did?”

Song Buli quickly nodded: “I saw everything!”

“Good. Now you’ll be my little assistant. Together, we’ll remove all the braids from their heads.”

“Okay!” Song Buli nodded seriously.

Next, the two of them removed the braids from each of the victim babies, leaving only Song Xianyue’s braids.

Among the babies, Song Xianyue’s situation was the worst. His fur and braids were all tangled together, knotted multiple times.

Song Yiran first tried to untangle the knots in his fur, but the knots were too tight. Moving even slightly would pull all the surrounding fur, causing pain.

Song Xianyue cried out: “Ouch! It hurts!”

Hearing this, Song Yiran immediately stopped. He comforted him: “Okay, okay, I won’t pull. I’ll think of another way to untangle your hair.”

Song Xianyue’s head was a mess. Originally, he just had a few braids that were hard to untie, but after Song Buli had combed them before, the braid fur was tightly tangled with the rest of his head fur and the braid rope.

The knots were nested within knots. Pulling one part affected the whole. Cutting with scissors directly would certainly cut the fur as well.

There were only two options left: either cut the rope along with the knotted part, or apply some lubricant to the head to untangle the knots first, then cut the rope.

Which method to choose depended on the baby’s choice.

Song Yiran asked: “Xianyue, there are only two options left. First, we could cut the knotted hair along with the rope.”

Hearing this, Song Xianyue immediately wailed: “No! Don’t cut my fur! Don’t cut my fur!”

He resisted strongly: “I don’t want my fur cut! I’ll look ugly! No, no, don’t cut my fur!”

Song Yiran gently patted his back, reassuring him: “No, no, I won’t cut your fur.”

“Second option: we can apply a little lubricant to your head, untangle the knots first, and then cut the rope.”

Song Xianyue decisively chose the second method: “I’ll choose the second! I don’t want my fur cut. I don’t want to be ugly!”

“All right, no cutting. We’ll use the second method.” Song Yiran patted Song Xianyue’s back gently.

Thus, the yard became a stage for the “Rescue Song Xianyue’s Fur” operation.

Song Yiran prepared cooking oil, dish soap, hand soap, and regular soap, intending to use them to make Song Xianyue’s fur slippery.

He started with soap. Wetting it with water, he rubbed the moist soap over Song Xianyue’s fluffy head, producing a lot of bubbles.

Then he spread the soapy lather throughout the tangled fur, trying to loosen the knots.

But the soap didn’t seem to work…

Song Xianyue couldn’t see his own head. Curious, he asked, “Big brother, how’s it going? Are my knots untangled yet?”

Song Yiran shook his head: “Not yet, but don’t worry. We can try something else.”

He tried hand soap and dish soap as well, but still no success.

Finally, only cooking oil remained. Song Yiran could only hope for the best.

As the slippery, oily cooking oil was applied to Song Xianyue’s head, he was in despair.

Song Xianyue wailed: “Big brother, my head is all oily! I don’t like this feeling…”

He pouted: “Big brother, I feel so greasy. I feel like I’ve become an oily person…”

Song Yiran comforted him: “Hang in there, sweetie. The oil is working. Once all the knots are gone, I’ll wash it all off immediately.”

Song Xianyue had to endure: “Okay…”

True to its name, the cooking oil was very slippery.

Song Yiran spread the oil carefully over every part of Song Xianyue’s head, ensuring no spot was missed.

Soon, the knots in his fur were mostly loosened. Song Yiran separated the hair from the rope, holding the fur with one hand and the rope with the other: “Buli, use the scissors to cut the rope.”

Song Buli was ready. Hearing this, he grabbed the small scissors and snip! The rope was cut.

With Song Yiran and Song Buli working together, all the braids on Song Xianyue’s head were finally removed.

“All done! Nothing to worry about now!” Song Yiran patted Song Xianyue’s oily head. “I’ll wash your hair now, nice and clean!”

Song Xianyue was overjoyed: “Great! My fur is finally free! Thank you, big brother!”

Next, Song Yiran washed Song Xianyue’s head in the yard.

He prepared two basins of hot water, let Song Xianyue test the temperature, and then brought over a rocking chair so he could lie down with his head exposed.

Song Xianyue obediently lay down in the rocking chair, then pressed his whole little body against it, poking his head out from the edge. Song Yiran placed the warm water under Song Xianyue’s head to make it easier to wash his hair.

At first, Song Yiran used ordinary shampoo. As everyone knows, cooking oil is extremely stubborn and hard to wash out. So Song Yiran deliberately squeezed several pumps of shampoo to wash Song Xianyue’s head.

However, the shampoo didn’t seem to help much. Even after washing, Song Xianyue’s hair was still greasy.

Xiao Zhong’er, who had been watching nearby, suggested, “Why not try dish soap? We use dish soap to wash dishes all the time, right?”

He continued earnestly: “The dishes get greasy, so we use dish soap to clean them. If that works on grease in a bowl, it should work on hair too!”

“That makes sense, I’ll try it,” Song Yiran said, immediately squeezing a few pumps of dish soap and applying it to Song Xianyue’s head.

Sure enough, dish soap worked wonders on the cooking oil. In just a few scrubs, Song Xianyue’s greasy hair was clean.