IBO -Chapter 39 Live Well – Previous Timeline

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555 frowned and asked, “Should we call the police?”

“We can’t. That scumbag was beaten to death. If we report it, the person who saved us will end up in prison.”

Song Yiran shook his head.

555 couldn’t stop muttering, a trace of resentment showing in his eyes. “Right, I almost forgot about that.

But putting that aside—do you have any idea how dangerous your situation was back then?

If no one had come to save you, you really would’ve died there.

Can you not be so impulsive next time? You don’t have any means of self-preservation, yet you still charged in. Why? Grab the chance and run!”

“I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just stand by and watch the babies be strangled to death.” Song Yiran let out a sigh.

555 looked at Song Yiran with a mix of anger and disappointment. “You—you… This is just a mission. You don’t need to put the mission above yourself.”

“To me, they’re like family. I won’t abandon my family.”

555 suspected something was wrong with Song Yiran’s brain. “How long have you even known each other?

It hasn’t even been a day. Where did such deep feelings come from? Is your brain being controlled by some substance?”

“But 555, aren’t you the same? We haven’t known each other for many days either, yet you’ve always sided with me over the babies.”

Song Yiran smiled lightly at 555, his eyes brimming with unconcealed warmth.

Having her inner thoughts exposed, 555 couldn’t come up with a rebuttal. She puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. “You… hmph!”

“555, you’re also my family.” Song Yiran reached out and patted 555’s head.

555’s face instantly turned bright red. Though she complained verbally, her body was honest—she stayed put obediently and let Song Yiran pat her head.

“Ahhh! You… you’re totally unfair! Forget it, I’ve got nothing more to say.” (｀へ´)

“Thank you, 555. I know you said all that because you were worried about me.”

“Hmph! As long as you know~” 555 puffed out her chest proudly.

Song Yiran looked at the babies sleeping soundly beside him, and a surge of strength rose in his heart.

If at the very beginning he had only been thinking about completing the mission and then reviving—

The moment he laid eyes on those fluffy babies, he knew things weren’t that simple.

To him, the babies were no longer a mission, but family.

Song Yiran made up his mind: he would work hard to gain a foothold in the interstellar world, earn more money, and give the babies a better life.

But what should he do next? Keep picking up trash? What if he ran into another scumbag?

Song Yiran had already developed a psychological shadow over scavenging.

But if he didn’t scavenge, how was he supposed to survive?

He couldn’t understand the language here, couldn’t read the writing, couldn’t communicate with the people—let alone find a job.

A sense of rootlessness suddenly welled up in his heart. He was like duckweed with no roots, drifting on the surface of the water.

He didn’t belong to the interstellar world. He was a child of Blue Star.

Born on Blue Star, raised on Blue Star—yet now he had no way to return.

For the sake of reviving, he could only raise the babies in this unfamiliar interstellar world.

He stared blankly at the surrounding buildings. He couldn’t appreciate the architectural style of the interstellar era—strange-looking structures everywhere, and the interstellar people he encountered on the road were all oddly shaped.

Aside from 555, no one here spoke the same language as him.

He still remembered the day he died.

He died in spring, on a bright and beautiful day. The spring breeze gently brushed his face, proclaiming the splendor of the season.

On such a perfect day, he had prepared his résumé and was on his way to an interview—only to be hit by a car while crossing the road.

That damned drunk male driver, driving under the influence after drinking.

When the car rushed toward him, what was he thinking?

Everything happened too fast. By the time he reacted and tried to run, it was already too late. He hadn’t run far before he was dragged under the wheels.

The spring breeze still gently brushed his face—only this time, he closed his eyes forever.

Did it hurt back then? Song Yiran couldn’t remember.

His body was rescued, but he became a vegetable. His soul stayed with his body in that hospital room for two whole months, from spring into summer.

He couldn’t leave that body. He couldn’t return to it, nor could he gain freedom. During those two months, what was he thinking?

He was unwilling. He was furious. Why did he have to be run over by a car just for walking down the street?

Why did a man drink and still drive? Why did he lose his life just like that?

He had never done a single bad thing in his life. He had never harmed anyone.

He had never belittled the value of life—so why did he have to die because of a drunk driver’s disregard for life?

If he were given another chance, he would definitely smash that male driver’s stupid head in!

Before Mom and Dad passed away, the last wish they left behind was that they hoped he would grow up well.

Mom and Dad both died of heart disease. In their final days, they stayed in the hospital the whole time.

He still remembered that day when Mom called him over to her hospital bed. At that time, she was already at death’s door.

With tears in her eyes, Mom looked at him and said, “Ranran, you must grow up well. You have to grow up safe and sound, healthy and strong…”

Mom held his hand, gripping it tightly. She looked at Song Yiran with deep reluctance. “Ranran, Mom really can’t bear to leave you, but Mom can’t stay with you anymore…

“Ranran, you must take good care of yourself. You have to grow up well…”

Those were the last words Mom left him. After saying that, she completely closed her eyes.

But her hand kept holding his hand tightly, never letting go until the moment she died.

Then there was Dad. Dad couldn’t put his mind at ease about him either. Lying on the hospital bed with tears in his eyes, Dad earnestly instructed him, “Ranran, eat less junk food in the future. Don’t stay up late. Remember to exercise more and get more sunlight.”

“Protect your bank card well—don’t let anyone know the password. Rent out those buildings at home; don’t sell them all at once. Money tempts people.”

“If others find out a child like you has that much money, they’ll harm you.”

“Don’t make friends with shady people. Don’t walk alone at night—there are many bad people out there at night.”

“Ranran, when Mom and Dad aren’t around anymore, you’ll have to take good care of yourself. You must grow up well…”

After that day, Mom and Dad became two small boxes, buried in the cemetery.

He no longer had Mom and Dad. His parents had become two tombstones in a graveyard.

That day, Song Yiran realized that human life is extremely fragile—one moment of carelessness, and it can completely vanish.

He had once thought that he and Mom and Dad would have many tomorrows. He always lived each day unhurriedly, thinking there was still plenty of time left for them.

He never told Mom and Dad that he had secretly made a plan notebook. He planned that after he started working and earning money on his own, he would take Mom and Dad traveling together.

He had worked on the plan for a long time; the notebook was packed full of notes.

But… but… how did there end up being no chance at all…?

Leaning against the tombstone, Song Yiran wailed loudly. How could there be no chance?

Why is life so fragile?

Like an unreasonable child, he curled up as if in his parents’ arms and cried, hoping to gain their sympathy.

But no matter how much he threw a tantrum, he would never see his parents again.

That night, he returned home in a daze. The house was pitch-black.

He turned on the lights. Everything in the house was still the same as before.

But it just felt different—everything felt different.

The home had turned into a house, a house without the people he longed for.

His parents’ final wish was for him to grow up well.

After that, he cherished his body dearly. He exercised every day, went out to bask in the sun from time to time, rarely ate junk food, and rarely stayed up late.

He only wanted to grow up well.

But why?

Why couldn’t even such a small wish be fulfilled?

Why did that male driver still shamelessly drive after drinking?

Why are there always people who can so easily disregard other people’s lives?

Song Yiran sighed. He seemed to always be this unlucky.

“Whoosh—”

A white-haired youth suddenly flashed into view in front of Song Yiran. She rattled off a bunch of words at him, but he didn’t understand a single one, staring at her with a blank look.

555 was extremely excited, eyes full of admiration, and reminded him, “Ahhh, it’s her! It’s her!
She’s the one who saved you! She went bang bang bang—three shots, directly killed that scumbag! Super cool!”

Song Yiran hurriedly thanked the youth, but due to the language barrier, he could only use gestures to express his gratitude.

He pressed his palms together and bowed deeply to her with sincerity.

At this moment, the cubs also woke up. They ran over and chattered away at the youth as well. Song Yiran guessed that the cubs were also thanking her.

The youth narrowed her eyes and looked Song Yiran up and down, then began communicating with the cubs.

To Song Yiran, he couldn’t understand a single word they said. He guessed they were talking about what happened in the alley.

After a while, the youth stuffed something that looked like an earphone into Song Yiran’s hand, along with a brand-new light brain.

She gestured for him to put the earphone-like device into his ear. Song Yiran did as she indicated.

“Hello.” The youth’s voice was very cold and indifferent.

This time, Song Yiran finally understood. He was almost moved to tears.

“Oh my god, I can understand what you’re saying now! Hello—hello! Thank you for saving me! Thank you so, so much! If it weren’t for you, I might have died on the spot!”

The youth explained, “This is a translator. Wear it and you can communicate normally with interstellar people. The translator and the light brain are yours.”

Song Yiran felt that fate had finally shown him some favor. There were still more good people than bad in this world. He thanked the youth emotionally. “Thank you so much, you’re really such a good person! QAQ I can never repay such a great kindness. Even though I don’t have much money right now, once I find a job and start earning, I’ll definitely repay you! QAQ”

“I don’t need you to repay me.”

The youth turned to leave. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and turned back, leaving behind one sentence:

“Live well.”

After leaving those words, the youth disappeared completely.

That final sentence wasn’t said to Song Yiran, but to the cubs.