IBO -Chapter 88 Education of Love

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Song Buli lay on the soft bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. His eyes were wide open as he stared at the star graffiti on the ceiling.

Then he hopped off the bed and ran over to the toy box beside the wardrobe.

Inside the toy box were the birthday gifts Song Yiran had given him back then.

He took a candy out of the candy jar, stuffed it into his mouth, then reached out with one little paw to flick the pinwheel.

The pinwheel creaked as it spun under his paw, blooming like a pretty little flower.

Then he fiddled with the crystal ball. After playing with that, he stretched his “evil paw” toward the toy spaceship.

The little pull-cart wasn’t inside the toy box, but placed next to it.

After finishing with the toy spaceship, Song Buli leapt straight into the little pull-cart.

The candy in his mouth was sweet, just like his mood right now.

All of these were gifts from Big Brother—proof of love!

They all reminded him that he was a child who was loved.

Someone cared about his birthday.

Someone gave him birthday presents.

Someone gave him a home.

Someone would gently hold him in their arms.

Someone would affectionately pat his head.

He was a loved child.

Back when Song Buli had been wandering the streets, he had envied ordinary children countless times.

He envied that they had homes to return to, that they were always loved by their parents.

He was different from ordinary children—ordinary children didn’t wander the streets.

But where, exactly, was he different from them?

He was also an interstellar human.

He was also born from a mom and a dad.

He could also speak Interstellar Common.

Was it just because he looked different?

But there were plenty of aliens on the streets who weren’t excluded either.

Some of them had beast forms, some had wings, and some even had tentacles.

He once felt there was something wrong with this society, but he didn’t know exactly where the problem was.

Song Buli shifted position and lay in the little pull-cart, his tail naturally draping over the edge. He looked completely at ease.

Ah, whatever. Beast-form citizens had already regained their civil rights anyway—why should he worry about all that?

And besides, things were different now. He was a loved child now!

He had a brother who loved him, and lots and lots of younger brothers!

Hmph! He didn’t need to envy other kids anymore~

But…

Song Buli pursed his lips and lifted one paw, examining it carefully.

The difference between him and Big Brother was so big.

His whole body was covered in fur, but Big Brother didn’t have that much fur.

His fur was all short, but Big Brother’s hair was very long.

He walked on four legs, but Big Brother walked on two.

His hands were paws, but Big Brother’s hands were normal hands.

He had a fluffy tail, but Big Brother didn’t.

He had lots of sharp teeth, but Big Brother didn’t.

He and Big Brother looked like two completely different species…

At this thought, Song Buli’s little face scrunched up. No—he couldn’t think like that.

At his core, he was still human. He wasn’t a beast at all!

When he grew up, he would be able to turn into a human form just like Big Brother~

That’s right! He and Big Brother were the same species!

Song Buli climbed out of the pull-cart, then vigorously shook his head, trying to fling all those strange thoughts out of his mind.

Then he jumped back onto the bed and dove straight under the blanket to sleep.

As time passed, Song Buli gradually fell asleep.

But the dream he had wasn’t a friendly one.

He dreamed that Big Brother was going to kick him out of the nursery. He clung desperately to the nursery gates, refusing to leave.

Big Brother stood by the gate and coldly threw him out.

“Get lost, get lost! I don’t have a brother like you!”

“You’re beast-form, I’m human-form. How could we possibly be brothers?”

“Look at your hands—those are paws. Mine are hands. You don’t even have hands, how could you be my brother?”

Then, in the dream, a torrential rain poured down. After being kicked out, he wandered the streets in the rain.

Song Buli was jolted awake by the nightmare, still shaken.
“Don’t… don’t kick me out…”

“Huff… huff… That just now… was a dream?”

“Thank goodness… it was only a dream…”

Song Buli let out a long breath, then raised a paw to gently pat his chest, which was heaving violently from the emotional shock.

Luckily it was just a dream. Big Brother would never abandon him!

But… he and Big Brother weren’t related by blood, and he was beast-form while Big Brother was human-form.

Would Big Brother come to dislike him?

Would Big Brother dislike that he couldn’t walk on two legs?

Dislike that he had too much fur?

Dislike that he only had paws and no hands?

At the thought of this, Song Buli’s ears drooped sadly.

Yes… the difference between him and Big Brother was too great.

Would Big Brother really love him forever?

Even his own parents didn’t love him—would Big Brother really love him forever?

What if one day Big Brother stopped loving him?

He wanted to be loved.

He wanted to be loved by Big Brother—forever and ever.

The feeling of being loved was so wonderful, like a light, floating dream.

Someone would give him a home.

Someone would care about his health.

Someone would care about his emotions.

Someone would cherish him.

Someone would care about him.

His past life had only been about surviving—living like a stone.

In other people’s eyes, his life was no different from a stone. No one cared about him. No one worried about him.

If a pet died, its owner would at least feel sad.

But no one would feel sad if he died.

Even if he starved to death beside a trash bin one day, no one would care.

But after meeting Song Yiran, he experienced the feeling of being loved for the first time.

If he had never experienced this feeling, he could confidently say that even if love ended, it wouldn’t matter—being loved once would be enough.

But now that he had truly experienced it, he could never say something so open-minded again.

He wanted to be loved forever—forever and ever.

Song Buli clenched his little paws. He had to work hard to become more like Big Brother.

If he could become more like Big Brother, would Big Brother like him a little more?

Song Buli jumped off the bed and held onto the bed frame, practicing walking using only his two hind legs.

Big Brother walked on two legs, so he had to practice walking on two legs too. That way, he could get one step closer to Big Brother!

He was so smart~

Holding onto the bed frame, Song Buli practiced standing and walking on his hind legs again and again.

At first, his hind legs just felt a little uncomfortable, but he grit his teeth and kept going.

For the sake of getting closer to Big Brother, this little difficulty was nothing!

But gradually, his hind legs began to hurt more and more, until finally he couldn’t move them at all.

Losing the support of his hind legs, Song Buli went plop and fell face-first onto the floor.

Song Buli completely broke down. He lay sprawled on the floor and started crying. “Waaah… why is it like this…”

Were his legs broken?

Would he never be able to walk again?

The more he thought about it, the sadder he became. Why was he so unlucky…

Tears spilled out of his eyes one by one, soaking his fluffy little face.

He cried and cried, and then suddenly the door to the room was pushed open.

Song Buli’s eyes were blurred with tears, and for a moment he couldn’t clearly see who had come in.

But very quickly, a hand gently rested on his head.

Song Buli recognized the owner of that hand—it was Song Yiran.

“Sorry, I opened the door without your permission.”

Song Yiran had been a little sleepless tonight, so he’d decided to take a walk in the courtyard.

When he passed by Song Buli’s room, he faintly heard crying. Worried that something might have happened to him, he opened the door without thinking.

Now, Song Yiran was looking at Song Buli with a face full of concern.

“But I heard you crying just now. I was worried something had happened to you, so I opened the door.”

Song Yiran helped Song Buli up from the floor and asked gently, “Lili, did something happen?”

Sensation had returned a little to Song Buli’s hind legs, just enough for him to barely maintain his balance.

He stood there awkwardly, twisting and fidgeting, unwilling to tell the truth.

Staying up late in the middle of the night practicing walking upright on two hind legs, only to end up losing feeling in them—

That really was way too embarrassing to admit!

The moment Song Yiran saw how hesitant Song Buli looked, he knew the little one was hiding something.

“Lili, no matter what happened, you can tell big brother.”

Song Buli pressed his lips together. In the end, he still told the truth.

After hearing the whole sequence of events, Song Yiran felt a pang of sadness—for the unease buried deep inside Song Buli’s heart.

His poor little brother…

But right now, the most important thing was Song Buli’s legs.

The good news was that there was nothing wrong with them—they had completely regained sensation.

The bad news was that Song Yiran was about to begin educating little Song Buli.

“Lili, you think I’m different from you, right?”

“Do you dislike big brother now? Do you dislike that big brother doesn’t have fur like you?”

“That I don’t have claws like yours? That I don’t have a tail like yours?”

Song Yiran knew very well that changing someone’s way of thinking wasn’t easy, so he chose to fight magic with magic.

Song Buli was stunned by Song Yiran’s words and hurriedly refuted him, “No! That’s not what I think! I’ve never disliked you, big brother!”

Song Yiran shamelessly escalated, “That’s exactly what you think! Don’t you think I’m different from you? Then that means you’re disliking me!”

“And really, you’re in beast form and I’m in human form. You must’ve already disliked me as your human-form big brother long ago, right?”

“You dislike me! You just want a beast-form big brother! Waaaah, waaah, waaah—this hurts my heart so much!”

Song Yiran covered his face and started fake-crying, then conveniently flopped down onto the floor, rolling around and throwing a tantrum.

“Waaaah! You’re too much! You actually dislike that I’m not in beast form! I’m going to make a fuss—I’m so heartbroken!”

Song Buli was completely stunned by Song Yiran’s performance. Was that really what he had meant?

But there was no time to think it through now. He hurried over to clear his name.

“Big brother, I’ve never disliked you! That’s really not what I meant!”

“Really! I think you’re amazing just the way you are! I’ve never disliked that you’re not in beast form!”

Song Yiran felt that the act had gone on long enough—any further and it would be overdoing it.

He smoothly rolled over and sat up from the floor, still pretending to sniffle as he asked, “Waaaah… are you really not lying to me?”

“I promise! I’m absolutely not lying!” Song Buli nodded earnestly.

Song Yiran immediately stopped pretending to cry. With a big sweep of his arm, he picked Song Buli up and put him on the bed, even tucking him in properly.

Then, Song Yiran began his loving lesson.

“Lili, just like you’ve never disliked me for being in human form, I’ve never disliked you for being in beast form either.”

“You will always be my little brother. No matter whether you’re in beast form or human form—even if one day you turned into a flower or a tree—you’d still be my little brother.”