IBO -Chapter 63 Double “Cub” Status?

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Steaming red bean cakes and sweet milk had already been set out on the dining table.

Song Yiran wiped away his sweat, then picked up his light-brain and found the donation channel for Rose Star.

He donated some money to Rose Star; the funds would be used for postwar reconstruction.

Xiao Zhong’er also saw that piece of news.

Song Yiran’s tone was somewhat subdued as he turned to Xiao Zhong’er and asked, “Xiao Zhong’er, why do you think wars happen?”

“Aren’t intelligent beings always like this? It’s nothing more than fighting over resources and land.”

Xiao Zhong’er’s tone was rather indifferent. He couldn’t understand such behavior. No matter what spacetime it was, intelligent beings were always like this.

Song Yiran leaned against the dining table, lowered his head, and sighed, his voice filled with melancholy. “Sigh… I just feel that wars shouldn’t appear anymore.”

“Try to see it more openly. War is basically you hit me, I hit you.

If someone attacks you, don’t you have to fight back?

Otherwise you’ll just have to stand there and take the beating.

Wars of aggression are bad, but wars for the sake of counterattacking can be approved.”

“Sigh… If only there would never again be wars waged for aggression in this world.”

Song Yiran pressed his lips together and lifted his head to look at the kitchen window.

Through that window, he saw a stretch of blue sky.

Xiao Zhong’er curled his lips. Song Yiran’s thinking was still too naive.

Unless all intelligent beings were wiped out, that day would never come.

He shattered Song Yiran’s naive fantasy. “Impossible!

So far, I’ve only been to this interstellar world to do missions.

But I’ve heard colleagues talk about how they’ve gone to all kinds of worlds to carry out all kinds of tasks.

Yet no matter what kind of world it is, wars always happen.

There will always be aggressors and those who fight back.”

“My colleagues told me that intelligent beings are greedy!

Even if they already have vast territories, they still feel it’s not enough, so they go and seize others’ land.

Even when they already have sufficient resources, they still feel it’s not enough, so they invade others again and plunder their resources.”

Throughout the long river of history, countless wars have occurred—some invading others, some resisting invaders.

These events have played out innumerable times across different spacetime realms.

Humans wage wars; aliens wage wars.

Animals fight among themselves.

Even the elven kingdoms in the world of elves have wars.

As long as a being possesses intelligence, it will eventually reach this point.

If one still harbors naive fantasies about war, then sooner or later, reality will utterly defeat them.

When Song Yiran pushed open the door, he saw Song Yang sitting on the bed, staring blankly.

He walked over with a smile and said, “Yangyang, good morning! Today your big brother will take you to meet the other little kids at home.

Besides you, there are several other kids just like you in our family.”

“Okay.” Song Yang nodded obediently, then hopped off the bed onto the floor.

He stepped toward Song Yiran.

Song Yiran’s smile froze at that instant.

Song Yang wasn’t truly walking—his two front legs were dragging his hind legs along.

His two hind legs lay limp on the floor, being pulled forward by his front legs.

Song Yiran suddenly felt dizzy; his vision went black, and he nearly fainted.

Xiao Zhong’er hurriedly pinched the philtrum beneath Song Yiran’s nose, and only then did Song Yiran come to again.

But the moment he saw the way Song Yang was moving, his vision darkened again and he was about to faint once more.

Xiao Zhong’er quickly shouted, “Don’t faint yet! Don’t panic!

There’s nothing wrong with his legs!

He has no problems at all—he’s healthy to the extreme. It’s not a leg issue!!”

Relying on sheer willpower, Song Yiran forced himself not to collapse.

He crouched down, reached out to pinch Song Yang’s hind legs, and carefully asked, “Yangyang, can you feel your legs?”

“Yes.”

Hearing that answer, Song Yiran immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He asked again, “Yangyang, do your legs hurt?”

“They don’t hurt.”

“Can Yangyang try to stand up and walk using your hind legs?”

Song Yang shook his head. His emerald-green eyes gazed silently at Song Yiran, as if waiting for something.

‘Song Yang’ mocked him again: “See? No one will ever love you!

Just wait—now that he knows your legs can’t move, he’ll definitely abandon you!”

Song Yang ignored “‘Song Yang.’”

He continued to gaze at Song Yiran, waiting for Song Yiran’s answer.

He knew the best method was to hide the fact that his hind legs couldn’t move.

He could drag things out for now.

Spend some time with Song Yiran first, and once Song Yiran’s feelings toward him had stabilized, then tell him the truth.

But for some reason, he suddenly wanted an answer.

He wanted a clear answer.

He wanted to know—if Song Yiran knew from the very beginning that his hind legs couldn’t move, would he still treat him as a younger brother?

Would Song Yiran keep him?

Or would he drive him away?

“‘Song Yang’ continued to sneer at him.‘Idiot! Couldn’t you have hidden this first?

He definitely won’t care about you anymore!

To him, you’re nothing but a burden!

You’re just a naïve fool!

Sharing a body with you really drags down my standards!’”

Song Yiran felt as if something were stuck in his throat. When he spoke, he couldn’t suppress the sobbing in his voice. “…I’m sorry… it’s big brother who came too late…”

Song Yiran reached out and hugged Song Yang. His hands were trembling uncontrollably.

With shaking hands, he stroked Song Yang’s head again and again, apologizing over and over, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“‘Song Yang’ felt so disgusted by this scene that he was about to throw up.

‘My god, this is too disgusting!

This is what you call “love”?

You two are way too clingy!

You’ve only known each other for a few days, and you’re already this close!

This is revolting! I’m going to puke!

Fine, fine, fine—congratulations to you!

You’ve gotten the “love” you wanted!

Go enjoy it yourself!’”

The dim light in Song Yang’s eyes lit up again as he lay in Song Yiran’s arms.

So warm… Big brother’s arms are so warm.

Is this what family feels like?

Never being abandoned, always being loved.

How wonderful!

“‘Song Yang’ had already started retching.‘Ugh! Stop it! Stop imagining things!

This is too disgusting—don’t think about this kind of stuff in your head!

I’m going to be blinded by your glow!

Do you know what you look like right now?

You’re smiling like a complete naïve fool!

No—wait, I forgot. You were a naïve fool to begin with!’”

Song Yang replied in his heart, “Big brother is a very good person! I like big brother!

Don’t you want to be loved too?

We can be loved by big brother together!”

“‘Song Yang’ snorted, his eyes full of disdain. ‘“Love”? Only idiots like you would believe in something like that!

Can love fill your stomach?

Can love protect you when you’re being beaten?

Can you wake up already?

When we were about to starve to death back then, where was love?

When we were being beaten before, where was love?

Love is completely useless!’”

“‘Okay then. If you don’t like it, that’s fine—but I still really like big brother!’”

“‘Song Yang’ rolled his eyes in disgust. ‘Get lost, get lost, get lost! Don’t let me see this sickening look on you again!

Your brain is full of nothing but “love” now!

I don’t want to say another word to someone like you!’”

Song Yang asked again, “By the way, do you want a hug too? I can let you be hugged by big brother as well!”

He had thought that “‘Song Yang’” would reject him again this time, but unexpectedly, “‘Song Yang’” actually agreed.

“‘Song Yang’ fell silent suspiciously for a moment, then said, ‘…Let me be clear first—I still don’t like the two of you.

I just want to try it. It doesn’t mean I’ve changed my opinion of you two.’”

Song Yiran didn’t notice anything unusual about Song Yang. When Song Yang opened his eyes again, they had turned golden.

Song Yang quietly nestled in Song Yiran’s arms.

Song Yiran stroked his head again and again, apologizing softly by his ear, “I’m sorry, it’s all because big brother came too late.

Big brother won’t let anyone hurt you again in the future.

Big brother will definitely protect you well.

I’m sorry…”

How strange—what does this have to do with Song Yiran?

It wasn’t Song Yiran who broke his leg.

What an overabundance of sympathy…

And yet, tears gradually welled up in Song Yang’s eyes.

One teardrop after another slid down his cheeks, eventually soaking Song Yiran’s clothes.

Song Yang comforted himself in his heart, “Don’t cry, don’t cry. From now on, we won’t be bullied anymore!”

“‘Song Yang’ firmly refused to admit that he was crying, and decisively shifted the blame.
‘I’m not crying at all! It’s your stupid, naïve body that cries too easily! If anyone’s crying, it’s you!’”

Song Yang saw through “Song Yang’s” lie.

But he didn’t expose it directly. Instead, he went along with it and said, “Alright then, I was the one crying.”

“You can play by yourself. I’m done playing!”

When Song Yang opened his eyes again, those eyes had returned to their emerald-green color.

Because of the angle, Song Yiran didn’t see this process.

But Xiao Zhong’er saw everything.

Xiao Zhong’er vividly recounted the whole thing to Song Yiran.

“Whoa! I’m telling you, you’d never guess—Song Yang seems to have a split personality!

His eyes are emerald green, but just now, after he closed his eyes and opened them again, they turned golden!

And his expression was completely different from before, like he’d become a totally different person!

Not long after that, golden-eyed Song Yang started crying.

Then he closed his eyes and opened them again, and they went back to emerald green!

And his demeanor returned to how it was before.

He definitely has a split personality!

And I scanned his legs again—same result as before, no problems at all.

I’m guessing what happened earlier left him with psychological trauma, which is why he can’t move his legs now.”

In the end, Xiao Zhong’er summed it up, “Song Yang is really pitiful—he not only has a split personality, but his psychological trauma has also left him unable to move his legs.

Sigh… that’s really miserable…

Song Yiran, what are we going to do with this cub in the future?

Psychological issues aren’t easy to treat. Maybe his hind legs will never move again for the rest of his life.

Should we get him some kind of walking aid, or maybe a wheelchair?”

Song Yiran let out a sigh.

As he gently wiped away the tears of the cub in his arms, he replied to Xiao Zhong’er in his mind.

“Let’s put the split personality issue aside for now. The priority is figuring out how to deal with his legs.

I’ll find a way to help him overcome his psychological barrier.

If it really doesn’t work out… then we’ll buy a wheelchair.

Anyway, I can afford to raise him. I can take care of him for his whole life.”

Xiao Zhong’er nodded. “Alright then. I hope he overcomes his psychological trauma soon.”