Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

Nikaido Hiro, with a corn kernel dangling from his mouth, spoke with a resolute expression yet his face was flushed.

"No, no, no, at least we started with vegetable strips and potato chunks before. What's corn kernels? Is this any different from a direct kiss?!"

"Stop talking nonsense and eat."

With a flushed face and a long beard, Hiro looked impatient and, with a corn kernel in his mouth, casually brought it closer to Chang Rong's face.

"Wait, wait a minute! Although I can't move my left hand, my right hand isn't too affected and isn't tied up. It's still able to feed itself. Doesn't it seem strange to feed it under these circumstances?! That must be 'wrong,' right—!"

It seems that Nikaido Hiro developed a strange fetish after that punishment room incident... Now he's obsessed with mouth-to-mouth feeding, and Chang Rong doesn't even dare to think about what he'll feed mouth-to-mouth in the future!

"This, this... gurgle...!"

Since the monster's underlying code still exists, faced with Chang Rong's irrefutable statement, Hiro also showed a troubled expression.

—Hehe, I'm the winner!

I can easily scare away a crazy woman with just one sentence, because I am a Sigma man!

Chang Rong smiled knowingly, but the next second she saw Nikaido Hiro's expression become even more determined. That's right, this was the hidden 'Stage 3 Hiro' mode.

"【False Evidence】: Idiot Rabbit, your right hand is so badly injured that you can't hold the spoon, so I still need to feed you."

"No, no, no, it can move!" Chang Rong quickly raised his hand and made a rock and roll gesture.

"What is this? Was this your last words to your right hand before you lost it?"

"Huh!?"

Her self-justification did not deter Hero; instead, it prompted her to silently pick up the fruit knife beside her.

"Don't turn me into a hand-chopping monster because of something like this! Besides, even if I were in a vegetative state, Hiro, you still have perfectly healthy hands! There's absolutely no need for this 'puwaa ...

Nikaido Hiro's last bit of patience was exhausted, and without saying a word, he kissed her.

During her brief encounter with Chang Rong, Nikaido Hiro realized a truth:

If we're going to have a meal together, then let's have a meal together, why all the nonsense!

"The patient is still talking too much; that's incorrect and must be drastically corrected...!"

—No, where's the rice, sis? Just a close friend?

They're not even going to act anymore!

——5 minutes later——

"Tsk... Emma will be taking over the shift soon. You've escaped with your life, you idiot rabbit."

Nikaido Hiro, still seemingly unsatisfied, wiped her lips and wrote something in her notebook, apparently clearing the 'incorrect number of layers' that Chang Rong had accumulated during the settlement period.

"Uh uh uh……"

Chang Rong lay sprawled on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the sky.

I've been trying so hard to control my 'affection level,' but why did Hero inexplicably win me over? I haven't really raised Hero's affection level much; at most, we've been in jail together, rescued each other, fought together, raised kids together, and slept together.

If someone were to tell Chang Rong, who had just "transmigrated," that the girl with long, straight black hair who used to work the sewing machine with him would later have a flushed face, veins bulging, saying "incorrect" while biting her lip, Chang Rong would definitely think that it was because Hero had been hit by the Blood Cross and was now eating rabbit heads.

"By the way, if you do something so reckless and impulsive again that ends up in a tattered hospital bed, I'll consider locking you in an underground cell," Nikaido Hiro said to Chang Rong as he closed his notebook.

"Hey!?"

"—Just kidding."

Nikaido Hiro gave a smile reminiscent of a Yamato Nadeshiko, but Chang Rong, who knew Hiro well, knew very well that when she gave that kind of smile, it meant she was either about to kill or devour someone...

I feel like I've unknowingly used up my 'parole opportunity' completely. If I do something really nasty next time, this disciplinary committee lady might actually lock me up in jail...

"I'll go tell everyone you're awake, but considering your injuries, I definitely can't let those noisy and disruptive guys swarm you."

Nikaido Hiro stood up, took out his phone, and started typing. He was typing a text message while talking.

"Um, Hiro—"

"how?"

"Thank you so much for taking care of me during this time." Wo Changrong gave the black-haired, straight-haired, aloof beauty in front of her with a genuine smile that was free of any pretense.

"—Waaah!"

Hiro looked shocked, as if he had been punched, then pulled out his notebook and frantically scribbled on it before staring intently at Chang Rong.

"...It's definitely better to keep him in a cage."

Why?!

Chang Rong, who only wanted to improve her favorability and avoid the ending of the sewing machine incident, was completely baffled as to why her actions had actually brought her one step closer to the basement.

After Nikaido Hiro, who was frantically repeating the terrifying phrase "imprisonment is incorrect, imprisonment is incorrect," left, a pink-haired puppy soon emerged.

"Chang Rong-kun, are you alright, Chang Rong-kun!? I heard from Sherry that you guys were attacked by wandering debris while investigating Nai-ye-kun's hairband? You all look so disoriented!"

Emma Sakura looked at Chang Rong with a worried and anxious expression, as if she was about to drop her little pearl at any moment. She was like a little dog who had been alone at home all day and saw its owner open the door at night, covered in wounds and holding a 3.0KD pencil.

"No... well, I'm fine. Did you wrap the bandage for me, Emma?"

Chang Rong shook his head, snapping out of the lingering shock of arguing with Hiro over the air, and asked the pink-haired girl in front of him.

"Hmm... When Meruru was taking care of Mag, I would occasionally come and help, but my technique was definitely not as professional as Meruru's..."

Emma Sakura lowered her head and responded softly, feeling embarrassed by her rough bandaging technique.

"No, thanks to Emma's bandaging, I feel like I'll be fully recovered soon!"

Chang Rong used her still-movable right hand to give Sakura Emma a look of disbelief.

"Hehehe... As expected, Chang Rong-jun is still as gentle as ever..."

Emma Sakura rubbed the beret on her head, then sat down on the small stool opposite Chang Rong's hospital bed. She didn't say anything, just stared at the white-haired boy, occasionally making some strange little noises like "ooh..." or "uh-huh..."

"...Haa!"

Faced with Sakura Emma's various adorable little actions that made people want to rush over, hug and cuddle her, and give her a good cuddling, Chang Rong finally sighed helplessly.

Come on, Emma.

Chang Rong patted the blanket covering her with her right hand, as if calling for her dog.

"But, but my magic... will make Chang Rongjun recover even slower, right...?" Sakura Emma said dejectedly, rubbing her hands together.

After all, they had cuddled and slept together, and Emma Sakura had noticed that Chang Rong would become drowsy whenever he was with her, and that he needed to suck his tongue to perk himself up. This even made Emma start to wonder if she really possessed the magic to absorb physical energy.

"It's okay, it's okay, at worst I'll just take another nap—pfft!"

"I, I was so worried! When I heard that you and Sherry were attacked, I really, really felt like my brain was going to shut down...!"

After receiving Chang Rong's permission, Sakura Emma leaped into the white-haired boy's arms, nuzzling him and telling him about her previous worries about him.

If she hadn't personally confirmed that Chang Rong wasn't in mortal danger, but only that his left arm was the most seriously injured, Sakura Emma would have even wanted to go and question Tachibana Sherry about what she and Chang Rong had investigated that led to this situation.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Emma."

Chang Rong smiled wryly yet contentedly as she rubbed the pink-furred puppy in her arms.

"I'm really worried, Chang Rong-jun... I... we've already lost Mag-chan, Meruru-chan, Coco-chan, An-an-chan... You, you absolutely cannot get hurt again, otherwise I... Sniff."

Emma Sakura's tearful words were interrupted by a loud sniffling sound.

"The smell of... Hiro... sauce...?"

"Alas!?"

Emma Sakura sniffed, then stared blankly at Chang Rong.

—The dog is just a cute trait of the character, right? What's the point of actually smelling it?! And frankly, what kind of scent does Heero even have?!

When it comes to Hiroki, Chang Rong can only think of the smell of his father's vegetable soup; he has no idea how Emma could smell it.

"Well, Nikaido was indeed being cared for in the infirmary before, so even if there was—"

"Hmm...it doesn't matter, as long as I can cover up Hiro-chan's scent, it'll be fine..."

Sakura Emma interrupted Chang Rong's pale explanation. The pink-haired girl once again took the initiative to lie on Chang Rong and rub against him, wishing she could permanently mark her scent on the white-haired boy in front of her.

——10 minutes later——

"Hiro-chan always pretends to be so upright, but behind your back she secretly does things that are absolutely wrong... So, so this time it's my little revenge on Hiro-chan, Changrong-kun~! Oh right, it's also a little revenge on Sherry-chan, right? Hehehe... I guess I'm a bad kid after all..."

—I want to get revenge on Nikaido and the president for staring at me and poking around like that…

Chang Rong, feeling disheveled and powerless, mentally complained, and could only watch helplessly as Sakura Emma left the infirmary with a satisfied and greasy face.

The result of the little dog's retaliatory act of leaving its scent was that Chang Rong inhaled almost all of it.

Does this clinic really have any "medical" effects, teacher? Why is my Xiaorong getting weaker and weaker since she moved in?

Volume 1: Chapter 96. Tachibana Sherry: I don't understand, fast forward to the grass...

After Sakura Emma left, Chang Rong stared at the closed infirmary door with a look of dread.

He had a vague idea that he was currently being visited in shifts. Judging from the behavior of Emma Sakura and Hiro Nikaido, it was probably a mechanism where each person controlled the time limit for visiting to prevent excessive noise from disturbing his rest.

However, in terms of results, this one-on-one mode actually made it impossible for me to rest and recuperate completely...! It even made me wonder at one point whether I was lying in a medical room or a private room on the second floor of some strange brothel.

Click!

Here we go again...!

There wasn't even a moment to mourn Chang Rong, who had been gored by a dog; the next person to rush to the infirmary was—

"Oh Romeo, my Romeo! My Romeo, whom I have never met, yet whose soul I have long yearned for!"

"NEXT"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't try to kick me out as soon as you come up here, Chang Rong!? My performance was so funny, why are you—!"

With bizarre poses, as if performing an opera, Hasumi Ryoya was mercilessly rejected by the magnetic sea hare before she could even finish her first line.

"Honestly, I feel like Chang Rong, you're paying less and less attention to your idol lately...?"

After the entrance special effects were ruthlessly interrupted, Ryouya Hasumi sighed, moved her small stool and sat down next to Chang Rong, complaining softly.

"A qualified idol must one day learn to graduate and reconcile with his/her fans."

"No, no, no, you've got the idol and fan roles reversed, Chang Rong! And... uh, Chang Rong, were you bitten by a dog?" Renmi Ryoya picked up a simple apple knife from the table next to her and asked uncertainly when she saw Chang Rong's messy appearance.