IBO – Chapter 19 Peaceful Years

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Song Buli and Song Xiuhu slept straight through until noon. They were awakened by the aroma of food.

After finishing the meal, Song Yiran saw how soundly they were sleeping and couldn’t bear to wake them directly.

But kids still had to eat. So he came up with a rather sneaky idea—he took a plate of stir-fried pork and waved it in front of Song Buli’s and Song Xiuhu’s noses.

Just like that, the two little cubs who had been deeply immersed in dreamland were awakened by the smell of meat, then forcibly escorted to the dining table by Song Yiran.

Although their bodies had been woken up by the food’s fragrance, their souls were still sunk in sleep.

Song Buli and Song Xiuhu ate the entire meal with their eyes closed. After finishing, they went limp and sprawled out on the table, falling asleep again. As a result, two fluffy “pancakes” appeared on the tabletop.

Song Yiran was almost melted by how cute the scene was. He truly couldn’t bear to disturb the two adorable little ones, so he quietly covered them with small blankets.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon. After admiring Song Buli’s and Song Xiuhu’s sleeping postures for a long time, Song Yiran finally remembered that he still had serious matters to attend to.

Song Buli and Song Xiuhu were about to start school, so the student dormitory needed to be tidied up first.

Although Song Yiran had already cleaned everything on his first day here, the quilts and pillows in the dorm hadn’t been aired out yet. He planned to air them today.

There were also the two little cubs’ clothes. Even though there was nowhere to buy them outside, he could try making them himself.

Song Yiran’s father had once worked as a tailor for a period of time, and when Song Yiran was little, he had learned a bit from him. Making clothes for these two little cubs shouldn’t be a problem.

When the two little cubs saw the clothes he had personally made for them, they would definitely be extremely excited—maybe they’d even excitedly pounce on him, sweetly calling out “Big Brother, Big Brother” over and over.

“Hehehe, I really am a good big brother, hehehe.” Thinking of this, Song Yiran couldn’t help letting out a slightly, just slightly, creepy laugh.

Even Xiao Zhong’er couldn’t stand it anymore. “Ew! Why are you laughing so creepily! Young man, pay attention to your image!”

Song Yiran hurriedly tried to salvage his image and explained, “Ahem, what’s creepy about it? This is just a normal laugh and a normal smile, not creepy at all! I think it’s certain people who are thinking too creepily themselves.”

Xiao Zhong’er didn’t buy it at all and shot back, “Heh, men. Go on, keep explaining—explanations are just cover-ups. Young man, I’ve already seen through your true nature!”

This round went to Xiao Zhong’er.

Song Yiran could only slink off to air the bedding.

But when he arrived at the dormitory, he ran into another problem.

That was—should the beds be aired too?

Logically speaking, after sitting unused for so long, the beds should be aired as well. But everyone knew what dormitory beds were like—bunk beds.

If he wanted to air the beds too, he probably couldn’t move them by himself. But if he didn’t air them, Song Yiran was worried they might get moldy.

After thinking for a moment, Song Yiran shifted his gaze to the bed boards. He remembered that when he used to live in school dorms, the bed boards could be removed. He could just take the boards out and air them—problem perfectly solved.

No sooner thought than done. Song Yiran lifted the bed board—lift… why won’t it lift? No, try again—still won’t lift.

Xiao Zhong’er came out in time to explain, “Young man, stop lifting. Beds in the interstellar era aren’t the same as beds on Blue Planet. Here, the bed boards are fixed to the bed. You can’t lift them.”

“Then doesn’t that mean I can’t air the beds? Won’t they get moldy?” Song Yiran asked worriedly.

“Relax, you still can. There’s a small button on the bed frame. Press it and wheels will pop out from the bed legs, and you can push the whole bed outside to air it. When you want to retract the wheels, just press the button again,” Xiao Zhong’er explained in detail.

Song Yiran followed Xiao Zhong’er’s instructions and searched along the bed frame.

“There really is a small button. Thanks, Xiao Zhong’er.” With that, he pressed it.

At that moment, he still hadn’t realized how serious the problem was.

The instant Song Yiran pressed it, Xiao Zhong’er hurriedly tried to stop him. “Wait, don’t press it yet! I just checked—”

But it was already too late. Xiao Zhong’er had only gotten halfway through his sentence when things had already spiraled out of control.

Xiao Zhong’er watched as wheels appeared under the bed legs, watched as Song Yiran smiled like a blooming flower.

Watched as the bed suddenly charged toward Song Yiran, watched as Song Yiran scrambled to dodge, watched as Song Yiran’s smile vanished, watched as Song Yiran was rammed by the out-of-control bed from the room all the way into the courtyard.

This round was the bed’s victory.

In the end, Song Yiran was left half-dead, sprawled on the ground, while the bed stood beside him, every single edge radiating the glow of victory.

Xiao Zhong’er hurriedly flew over and fed Song Yiran a bottle of medicine.

It had to be said—the medicine was extremely effective. After drinking it, Song Yiran was instantly back to full health. But it seemed the effect was a bit too good; as the saying went, extremes reverse.

Song Yiran’s brain emptied out—more precisely, he turned into a silly little fool who only knew how to grin.

“Hehehe, a flying egg! You must be an egg angel! Ranran likes angels the most! Hehehe~” Song Yiran said to Xiao Zhong’er while grinning foolishly.

Xiao Zhong’er panicked. Song Yiran had turned stupid—what should he do?! It was over, over, over!

If he became stupid, how was he supposed to change the timeline? Even with Song Xiuhu’s help, it wouldn’t work!

If the timeline couldn’t be changed, Song Yiran would really die! The kind where not even a trace was left! There would be no saving him then! It was over, over, over! Completely over!

Xiao Zhong’er was about to crash. Help—someone tell him what to do in a situation like this!

Xiao Zhong’er thought of a kind of miracle medicine—one that could cure anything, but was incredibly, unbelievably expensive. And he had already spent all his allowance for the month. His family wouldn’t give him more until next month.

Just as Xiao Zhong’er clenched his teeth and prepared to take out a loan to buy the medicine, the bed that had been standing quietly suddenly moved again—and this time, it hit Song Yiran’s head.

“Ah, my head!” Song Yiran cried out, clutching his head in pain.

After getting hit on the head, Song Yiran regained his clarity. He also didn’t forget the culprit, trembling as he accused, “Xiao Zhong’er, you set me up! I was knocked by this bed all the way from the room to here—I almost got beaten to death!”

Xiao Zhong’er hurriedly apologized. “I’m sorry! After telling you all that, I realized your bed isn’t the standard model—it’s a new-generation improved model. This kind doesn’t require manual handling; it’s operated by remote control. If you directly touch it, you’ll end up like you did. It’s all because I didn’t check the model properly—sorry!”

Song Yiran nearly exploded with anger. “What kind of improved model is this?! Other people’s improved models get better and better—how does this one get more and more garbage?! Forget it. This isn’t entirely your fault, and if it weren’t for the medicine you gave me, I might’ve been stuck in bed for the rest of my life.”

“So… are we still airing the bed?” Xiao Zhong’er asked cautiously.

The moment Song Yiran saw the bed, his anger flared up again. Gritting his teeth, he said, “Air it! Of course we’re airing it! If I don’t air it for 48 hours straight, it’d be an insult to the I almost died from getting smashed! I’m airing it for two whole days—I’m going to dry it to death!”

“Beds can’t be dried to death.” Xiao Zhong’er really wanted to say this, but his intuition told him that if he did, the thing being aired for 48 hours wouldn’t just be the bed—it would include him as well.

So Xiao Zhong’er silently tucked those words away in his heart.

To prevent another “bed hitting someone” incident, Song Yiran pushed the bed to a suitable position and pressed the button to retract the wheels.

Luckily, the quilt was still on the bed—otherwise he’d have to go back to that room again to take it out and air it.

Song Yiran hung the quilt on the quilt-drying rack and set the pillows up as well.

These racks for drying quilts and clothes were something he’d bought from the StarNet a few days ago. The quality was pretty good—he could even do an inverted hang on them without any problems.

Song Yiran then looked at the all-purpose Xiao Zhong’er. “Xiao Zhong’er, do you have a sewing machine, fabric, a measuring tape, scissors, and tailor’s chalk over there? I want to make some clothes for the kids—and for you too.”

“I have all of those~ Wait, I get some too?!” Xiao Zhong’er said as he rummaged around for the items.

Song Yiran smiled. “Of course you do. We’re the best partners, after all.”

Song Yiran began preparing to make clothes. But before he could start, he needed everyone’s measurements.

He measured Xiao Zhong’er first, then went to find Song Buli and Song Xiuhu to take theirs.

It just so happened that the two little cubs had also woken up. After measuring them, Song Yiran carried them over to sit beside the sewing machine.

Officially, it was “so it’d be easier to make clothes.” In reality, Song Yiran just wanted to pet something fluffy while he worked.

Afraid the little ones might get bored, he deliberately cut a few scraps of fabric for them to play with.

And so, Song Yiran worked on making clothes, while Song Buli and Song Xiuhu played with the fabric.

Song Buli took a long, thin strip of cloth and tied it around the middle of a square piece of fabric. Lifting it up, he said, “Xiuhu, look, look! This is a butterfly I made! Is it pretty?”

Song Xiuhu played along enthusiastically. “Wow! It’s pretty, it’s pretty! Big brother is so amazing!”

Hearing the praise, Song Buli puffed up with pride—his tail even stood straight up. Still, he didn’t forget to ask, “Xiuhu, what did you make?”

Song Xiuhu picked up his own creation and showed it off. “I made a breakfast!”

He scrunched a piece of cloth into a ball, then tied the top tightly with a thin strip of fabric. It looked exactly like the buns they’d eaten that morning.

Song Xiuhu added, “This bun is super delicious! I’ll show you.”

He leaned toward the cloth bun and took a bite of air. “Ah-woo, ah-woo—so tasty! Big brother, you try too!”

Song Buli also bit into the air. “Ah-woo, ah-woo—really! It’s so yummy~ Little brother is awesome!”

“Big brother is awesome too!”

“No, little brother is even more awesome!”

“No, no, big brother is more awesome!”

“No, no, no, you’re the more awesome one!”

……

Listening to the two cubs exchange their enthusiastic commercial-grade compliments, Song Yiran felt a sense of peaceful, gentle years.

He was working, and the little ones were happily playing beside him.

Wasn’t this exactly the life he had always wanted?