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

"Oh, right, let me help tidy up the art studio!" Chang Rong thought of something and prepared to help the child clean the room.

"Hmm, no need to bother Rongrong, Noah is tidying up his room himself now! Hehehe, although it's not as good as Xiluo and Rongrong's level yet, it's much tidier now, isn't it?"

Noah Kinosaki pointed around the studio. Indeed, at first glance, the scattered scraps of paper were gone, and paint and varnish were no longer splattered everywhere as before. Although it wasn't quite spotless and reflective, it was far from sloppy and messy.

—Look, look, Hero! Our Noah is becoming more and more sensible, but won't that mean we won't need him anymore...?

Chang Rong looked at Noah, who was becoming more and more obedient, and felt a mix of emotions. Although she knew that her child would eventually grow up and become independent, she found it hard to let go when the time actually came.

"Should I tell Noah a few stories?" Chang Rong asked eagerly, but Noah gave her a slightly embarrassed and disgusted look.

"No, no need... Rongrong's stories all sound weird... Noah still doesn't understand why Lin Daiyu uprooted the willow tree..."

"Well, I misspoke!"

"I also don't understand how Wu Gang managed to chop down the Imaginary Tree..."

"It's perfectly normal for kids to not understand now, haha..."

Chang Rong rubbed his hair and responded awkwardly. He had originally thought of combining the two, but in reality, it seemed that he really didn't have the ability to plagiarize.

"In short, Noah should not listen to Rongrong's story."

"Cough...!?"

Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife. Noah Shirosaki's blunt and straightforward rebuttal almost knocked Chang Rong off her feet.

—Look, look, Hero! Our Noah doesn't like listening to those childish fairy tales anymore…

"Oh, right, Rongrong, here, take this—"

Noah suddenly remembered something. The little girl in the colorful cotton-padded jacket crawled into the pile of manuscript papers next to her and, after a long period of dog-paddle-like rummaging, pulled out a tag connected by a rope and put it directly around Chang Rong's neck.

"Huh? What is this...?"

Chang Rong looked at the name tag on her chest, completely bewildered.

The sign read, "I am a patient, please be kind and do not touch," and in the lower right corner, there was a blue-haired Godzilla holding a magnifying glass, specially drawn as a symbol, "especially for you, Emu."

"Because Rongrong looks like she could be easily pushed over, Noah wanted to make a warning sign for her, hehehe..."

"No, this kind of thing is still a bit..."

Chang Rong originally wanted to refuse, but in front of Noah's hopeful and cool eyes, she couldn't refuse directly.

After that, Chang Rong stayed in Noah's studio with Xiao Mian'ao for a while, carrying the strange sign. It wasn't until Noah brought out a strange blue drink for Chang Rong to taste that she made an excuse to run away from the studio.

"Damn it...the situation is completely different from what I imagined!"

After leaving the studio, Chang Rong took down the notice board and put it back in her study for safekeeping, while muttering to herself that things had turned out differently than she had originally planned.

Chang Rong had thought that Noah was the one who could help him "regain his former glory," but in the end, he ended up like Emma Shirley, which left Chang Rong feeling somewhat helpless.

"If this continues, won't it be... mmm..."

What are you doing?

As OD Mask Jiahao's younger sister, Zifang Arisa, passed by the entrance hall, she noticed Chang Rong, who was struggling at the door of the study, and asked her with some curiosity.

"Ah—Wisteria!"

Chang Rong, who was still hesitating, had his eyes light up the moment he saw Arisa. The white-haired boy, who usually kept his distance from Arisa, did the opposite and pounced on Arisa.

"Ugh...!?"

Faced with the aggressive Chang Rong, Arisa was startled and paused for a moment.

"Wisteria, do you want me to whip you hard? Do you always think about being severely disciplined by my thick ruler? Do you get hot and breathless just thinking about it? I know, I know, I know all of that. Now let me whip you hard from the inside out!"

Chang Rong grabbed Zifang Arisa's wrist and spoke in a tone and manner as if she were about to kill him.

"No, no, no, no...!!"

Arisa's cheeks instantly turned as red as a kettle. She quickly pulled her hands away, took two steps back, and distanced herself from Chang Rong, who seemed to have gone mad. At the same time, she covered her hood and looked away.

"Well, even if I wanted to—no, no, I never thought about that kind of thing! Anyway, well… as a patient, you should be aware of your role as a patient, right? Don't do that kind of thing. By the way, um, cough cough… don't misunderstand, I was just doing it on the spur of the moment, really just doing it on the spur of the moment, just burning something for fun, that's right—anyway, if you feel your bedroom is a bit cold, I could… help you warm it up a bit by the fire, after all, you're a patient, be careful not to catch a cold…"

"Tsk! Why is it that even you, Wisteria, are like this...!"

"……Uh?"

Arisa Shito blushed and wandered her gaze, speaking softly. However, Chang Rong, upon hearing this, showed an unhappy expression, clicked his tongue in disapproval, and ran away.

"However, thank you very much, Wisteria. If we really need to keep warm, I will consider your suggestion. In fact, your ability is indispensable to everyone, so please remember to take good care of yourself."

Before leaving, Chang Rong sincerely thanked Zifang Arisa before turning around and running away.

"I...I'm indispensable...Me...Waaaaah..."

Arisa Zifang, who had initially lost her temper due to Chang Rong's somewhat rude rejection, blushed again upon hearing these words. She stood there, repeating "I am indispensable" while pulling at her mask to prevent her bright red cheeks from being exposed.

Since he said I'm indispensable, then... it wouldn't hurt to help him a little... maybe he'll even whip me harder when he's whipping me...?

As Arisa Shito thought about it, her cheeks grew redder and redder. In the end, she had to take a few 'miracle ibuprofen' tablets to calm herself down.

Ignoring Arisa Zifang, who was so excited that she had to rely on OD starch tablets (a placebo) to calm herself down, Chang Rong continued to wander around the castle with her bandaged left arm, looking quite annoyed.

It seems like there's no one left who can help me... Maybe I should just give up and go find that old man.

If you can't handle something, just hide in the magnificent haven of that older man and indulge in the gentle embrace of your body...

"Tsk, you idiot rabbit...!"

However, just as Chang Rong decided to ask Saeki Miria to slack off, he accidentally bumped into the black-haired disciplinary committee girl.

As always, Nikaido Hiro breathed on Chang Rong the moment they met, while simultaneously pulling out his Death Note and muttering to himself as he scribbled down the idiot rabbit's incorrect floor number.

"Hey, Hiro, aren't you going to—"

"Snap!" The sound of the laptop closing interrupted Chang Rong's question.

"Leah and I briefly checked the area across the lake, but we didn't see any wreckage. Considering that going further might be dangerous, we came back first."

Because Shirley wanted to help Chang Rong conceal his 'inhuman' physical condition, she publicly claimed that the remains had simply escaped. As a result, everyone has been cautiously patrolling the area around the castle to check the situation in the past few days.

Although Chang Rong felt a little bad about it, considering that there might be more than one piece of debris, such patrols were not a bad thing.

"And you, you idiot rabbit—why are you running around everywhere when you're clearly sick? Didn't you agree to stay in the library and properly translate the witch's ancient book?!"

Nikaido Hiro took three steps in two to walk up to Chang Rong, stretched out a finger and poked Chang Rong's chest where veins were bulging, and questioned him.

"I'm not sick! Besides, I can't understand the writing in that ancient book at all!"

Chang Rong retorted sharply, but the next second, Xi Luo grabbed her by the back of the neck and dragged her towards the library without saying a word.

"Even if you don't understand it, you still have to read it. What will you do if you become illiterate if you never read!"

"If being illiterate depends on whether you can understand 'witch language,' isn't that a bit too harsh a condition? Does that mean only that shady ice-crystal-wielding mermaid isn't illiterate?!"

"It's not just this one book—click!"

Nikaido Hiro dragged Chang Rong back to the library. She pushed open the library door, dragged Chang Rong to a chair and pressed him down, then threw an all-English mystery novel in front of him.

"Aren't there other books? You should be able to understand this level of English, right? Reading is something you'll definitely gain something from as long as you do it. The important thing is that you stay in the library obediently until you finish this book. Don't go anywhere else, and definitely don't run around causing trouble!"

Hiro tapped the cover of the all-English novel and said fiercely to Chang Rong.

"As if you, Hero, could understand this..."

"Murder on the Orient Express, that level of English should be easy to understand, right?"

Faced with Chang Rong's questioning, Xi Luo simply snorted and recited the contents of the document without any hesitation or pause.

—Oh right, I think Hero is supposed to be a top-performing, all-around excellent student, a true academic ace…

He originally intended to satirize Hero for demanding things of others when he himself couldn't understand them, but now he's shot himself in the foot. He's certainly been warned.

"Not only can you not understand this level of content, but you've also made no progress on the translation of the ancient witch's book I assigned you—it seems you're a complete 'bad student,' you idiot rabbit."

Hiro picked up the witch's ancient book that he had given to Chang Rong to translate that day, and after flipping through it, he was certain that the white-haired boy's translation progress was still stuck on 'Abandon'. He then revealed an evil smile and moved closer to Chang Rong.

"Since they're bad students, we can't use the usual gentle approach to teach them. We'll have to use a little corporal punishment... Come on, you idiot rabbit, what's this word? If you don't understand, then I'll... um, I'll spank you, okay?"

Nikaido Hiro held up the English novel, pointed to a page with words, and handed it to Chang Rong. He swallowed hard and asked in increasingly labored breathing.

—How could anyone possibly understand this?! The number of letters in this word is longer than my QQ number! And that guy Hiro is already mentally planning how to punish me... Damn it!

We can't just sit here and wait to die!

"Ah, Sakuraba-kun?"

Chang Rong suddenly pointed behind Xi Luo and said in a somewhat surprised tone.

"ha--?"

And as expected, Hiro immediately turned on his battle-ready face and looked behind him.

"Hehehe, this is my escape route, Hiro—ga!?"

While Xi Qiluo was being manipulated by her own magic to twist his vision, Chang Rong immediately ran away, loudly mocking her for falling into a trap.

But the next second, Nikaido Hiro, having regained her senses, used her terrifying athletic ability, far exceeding that of an ordinary JK girl, to strike first and pin Chang Rong, who had just run away and hadn't even had a chance to get going, to the table.

"Hmm... Deceiving your teacher, disrespecting teachers, skipping school, tell me, you idiot rabbit, how long do you want to be punished?" Nikaido Hiro asked with a beaming smile.

"Hey, can we... can we make peace...? Actually, I've never been to school either..."

Chang Rong responded with a forced smile and a soft voice, hoping to awaken the lack of professional ethics in the heart of this feisty teacher.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Uh uh..."

"Not bad, at least you've memorized these 30 words. That's enough for today. If tomorrow's check reveals that you, you idiot rabbit, have forgotten them all, don't blame me for spanking you."

Inside the quiet library, Chang Rong stared blankly at the ceiling, drooling, her carefully arranged clothes now looking incredibly disheveled.

Meanwhile, Nikaido Hiro closed his English novel, licking his lips with a satisfied expression, indicating that being a teacher was truly a wonderful experience.

—Damn it, I've already spent my time in prison on Prison Island, working the sewing machine, and why is that damn tutor still chasing after me?!

Moreover, this private tutor had no intention of teaching seriously at all; from beginning to end, all she did was grope and grope her student!

At first, Hiro was quite restrained, only poking his cheek when he answered incorrectly.

But later this guy seemed to have completely embraced Confucianism, standing behind me and hugging me, biting my earlobe, poking my waist, and licking the back of my neck.