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

While groping and scratching, he said something like, "Idiot rabbit, how can you be so stupid? You're definitely the worst class I've ever taught, but at least you're the class with the best touch..."

Although Chang Rong considered pretending to go to the toilet to secretly run away and report to the head of discipline (warden), her plan was exposed, and the retaliation was extremely cruel...

That's all for today, we'll continue tomorrow.

"Huh? We have to continue...?" Chang Rong felt like the sky was falling when she heard that.

"What else can we do? Let you run around everywhere and then die in some weird corner like a husky rabbit?"

"Don't portray me as some lowly NPC who will die if you're not careful during an escort mission..."

Chang Rong complained softly, but after seeing Xi Luo's terrifying "You want it again?" look, she obediently chose to shut up and stop arguing.

In the end, Chang Rong could only grit her teeth and watch the morally bankrupt and sadistic teacher, Hiro, leave before angrily imitating Milia by banging on the table to express her indignation.

This won't do...it absolutely won't do! Things have come to this point, the only option is to go find 'that person'!

Chang Rong seemed to realize something, and raised her head, her eyes flashing with a dark will.

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"So that's how it is, Rhea-sama! After I ended up lying on the infirmary, everyone's perception of me has inexplicably changed! I used to be a reliable, handsome, and powerful Sigma man who made everyone feel safe! But just because of one unavoidable lie down, I've inexplicably become a sickly type! Now, whether it's Sakura-san, Nikaido, or even Noah-fuji-san, they all treat me like a patient! They won't let me help them, and they won't agree to let me explore Prison Island like before... What am I going to do?!"

"Uh... um? Is that so, Chang Rong? Although I feel that you have a slightly skewed judgment about your own identity, I also think that you need to rest more recently..."

Inside the entertainment room, Chang Rong poured out her grievances to Renjian Leia, recounting how, after being hospitalized and discharged, she was gradually treated like a sickly pet by those around her.

"So, what does Chang Rong want from me? Is it that my top fan has finally realized the charm of our idol? Or is she looking for a safe haven with her idol? Cough cough... No, no problem! Although I've never received a role-playing project like that before, since I'm your idol, Chang Rong, I definitely won't let you down. Come on, come on... come on, Chang Rong!"

As Hasumi Ryota stammered, her cheeks flushed slightly. She sat upright on the sofa in the entertainment room, her legs together, her body stiff and straight. In an extremely unnatural posture, she patted her thighs, extending an invitation to Chang Rong to rest her head on her lap.

"Léa-sama's lap pillow... (laughs)"

"Hey Chang Rong, did you just accidentally let out a laugh that you couldn't hold back?!"

"Ahem, no, no. Leia-sama is a professional actress, why would I laugh? Right? (laughs)"

"You laughed out loud again, didn't you? What... what do you mean, Chang Rong?"

Hasumi Ryoya looked at the white-haired boy with a puzzled expression. She had gone to great lengths to give her fans a limited-edition treat, but why were they completely ungrateful?

"I was just thinking about something funny... cough cough, anyway, I have something very important to discuss with Rhea-sama!"

Chang Rong looked away from Renmi Rhea's overly stiff lap-resting posture, which was not only inferior to Milia's but also far inferior to Emma's. After coughing twice, he spoke seriously.

"Is it something important? Don't hesitate to tell me, Chang Rong. I'll definitely do my best to help you answer it!"

Ryota Hasumi's attention was diverted by Chang Rong's words, and she stopped worrying about her laughable lap pillow. Instead, she patted her chest and said that she would take care of it.

"So what I want to ask is—how can I reverse the impression I have in everyone's mind and regain my former glory!"

The white-haired boy looked at Hasumi Ryoua with a determined expression and said.

"...Huh? Um...why are you asking me this kind of question, Chang Rong?"

Hasumi Ryoya blinked and asked Chang Rong with an incredulous look on her face.

"Oh, because you're really good at unleashing your masculine charm, right? So I wanted to come and learn from you, hehe~" Chang Rong said with a smile, giving Renjian Leia a thumbs up.

Looking at the innocent smile of her top fan, Ryota Hasumi's forehead veins bulged.

"As your idol, I (two g) Qiu Er Er Yi Ba Bei really have to stab you with a simple spear, Chang Rong."

"Huh?"

"What girl in the world would actually be happy to be praised for being 'manly'? Are you an idiot?!"

"I thought you, Rhea-sama, didn't care about this kind of thing, after all, we're buddies—Goo-wah!!"

"Who said we're buddies! Seriously... Chang Rong, you idiot... One day I'll make you look at my photo album!"

Boom!

The door to the entertainment room was slammed shut, and Ryota Hasumi, fuming, abandoned her top fan and ran away.

"Uh……"

Left behind in the recreation room, Chang Rong rubbed her nose and blinked in bewilderment.

Could it be that Rhea-sama also...?

"Click!"

"Whoa!?"

The door to the recreation room, which had just been closed, was suddenly pushed open again. Ryota Hasumi, who had just stormed out and made some rather terrible statements, returned to the recreation room with a red face and her head down, looking embarrassed. Chang Rong was so startled that she accidentally cried out. Fortunately, upon closer inspection, she realized that Ryota Hasumi was empty-handed and had not come to kill Tu Wu Hui with a simple spear.

"It suddenly occurred to me... something... that I asked Hannah to sew for me (inside the costume for the play), and the outfit I wore was in the style of a prince on a white horse... while the 'princess' costume was left for Emma..."

She had just made a bold statement about letting Chang Rong experience her feminine power when she suddenly remembered that she had positioned herself as a 'handsome prince' in the stage play, which made her look embarrassed.

"...Sorry, I misspoke earlier. What I meant was that Rhea-sama possesses a reassuring and cohesive force and a strong sense of execution, an ability that others don't have. That's why I admire Rhea-sama and instinctively want to take her as my role model."

Knowing that the opportunity was fleeting, Chang Rong quickly put on a smile and told Renjian Leia a half-truth and half-false testimony to appease her.

"Is that so...?"

Ryota Hasumi wagged her tail, half believing Chang Rong's story.

—Very well, since that's the case, let's strike while the iron is hot!

"Of course! Everyone can see that Leia-sama is responsible, brave and valiant, but only I know that Leia-sama has a gentle, girlish heart hidden beneath those appearances!"

This time it was Chang Rong's turn to sit on the sofa. He patted his knees and assumed the posture of a lap pillow. However, unlike the stiff lap pillow of Ryota Hasumi, it was a master-level lap pillow posture that he learned from Milia and that almost no carbon-based life form could resist.

"It would be good to relax a little, wouldn't it, my idol?"

"If you're saying this, Chang Rong..."

Faced with the white-haired boy's invitation to a lap pillow, Hasumi Ryoya did not hesitate for long and ultimately chose to follow her desires.

She slowly moved to Chang Rong's side, and lay down with her head facing Chang Rong's thigh.

"Mmm..."

"Lea-sama, you've worked so hard! Oh, Lea-sama, nobody knows how hard you work, nobody knows how delicate you are..."

Chang Rong gently stroked the golden retriever's fur, and Ryota Hasumi, who had originally wanted to say something, could only wag her tail, twitch her ears, and make purring sounds of enjoyment under Chang Rong's gentle touch.

"I feel... I haven't felt this kind of warmth since Mother's condition worsened... Thank you, Chang Rong..."

"I'm lying in Chang Rong's arms," ​​Renmi Reiya whispered.

"It's okay to take a break now and then, and to be a little spoiled, right, Rhea-sama? I'll always be here for you~"

Chang Rong responded with a smile.

"Mother... oh dear..."

—By the way, didn't I come here to ask Rhea-sama for advice on how to restore the glory of Sigma men?

As Chang Rong rubbed the large golden retriever in his arms, completely enjoying the moment, he suddenly realized, belatedly, that he had originally wanted to be the blond, handsome guy on the pool...

How did I suddenly become a mother figure again?

No, being able to soothe the restless and delicate heart of a teenage girl is also one aspect of the Sigma man!

Chang Rong comforted herself in this way, while gently stroking her idol, who was gradually falling asleep, in the quiet entertainment room.

Volume 1: Chapter 103. Lately, the monster-spawning pool in the study has been getting deeper and deeper.

If my wife were to describe what 'human hell' means, then perhaps the place I'm in right now perfectly fits that description...

Cries of agony, screams of agony, and shouts of anger mingled together as helpless people ran about in all directions, while many more lay scattered on the ground, their fates unknown.

Thick, black smoke engulfed everything, and crimson flames gradually spread, seemingly intent on burning everything to ashes.

Why...why is this happening?

The girl, kneeling on the ground, stared blankly at the crimson hell before her. She couldn't understand, nor did she want to understand. After all... this purgatory was one she had summoned herself.

The most devastating and horrific event in the history of Prison Island has befallen everyone in a way that no one could have imagined.

Earlier—

"Coo coo coo... What a peaceful day, peace is so good..."

"..."

Although the suspension that had been fixed to his shoulder had been removed, Chang Rong, a white-haired boy whose left arm was still wrapped in bandages, sat at the entrance and watched the warden fly past the prison gate from afar.

"Xiao Rong? What are you doing?"

"Oh, Saeki-kun?"

The girl's voice behind him interrupted Chang Rong's thoughts. He put away his notebook, turned around, and greeted the blonde girl with long, wavy hair who was dressed in overly revealing and provocative clothing.

"I'm observing the warden."

"Observe...the Seven Chiefs of the Otherworldly Prison?" Isobe Millie tilted her head, somewhat confused by Chang Rong's answer.

“That’s right, because I’m still ‘grounded’ by everyone else… so I can only investigate things around here. It just so happens that the warden occasionally flies around the entrance, so I was thinking of whether I could gather some information about that idiot warden.”

Chang Rong sighed and pointed to the front door.

"Ah, Qiha, Zhuohasan... Ling... Si Da, everyone is also worried about Xiao Rong (Xiao Rong is injured), after all, although Xiao Rong looks like the kind of honest and docile type, her actual ability to move is surprisingly far ahead."

"【Rebuttal】Nikaido is much more efficient than me; she dared to jump and slash the guard."

"?"

Saeki Miria responded with a wry smile, swallowed hard, and sat down next to Chang Rong.

Thinking about it carefully, this white-haired boy seems to have been relatively docile only during the period from when he was pulled out of the basement to when he was lying on the board in the infirmary and had just woken up. From the first witch trial, he had been very active, and even did things like storming the execution ground.

Saeki Miria didn't actually dislike Chang Rong's actions. Perhaps Hiro would think that Chang Rong's reckless behavior would only put others in danger as well, but Saeki Miria felt that it was precisely because of "reckless" guys like Chang Rong that everyone had a chance to find a way out of prison.

In a way, Chang Rong is indeed a true man who can be described as a 'brave man'.

"Ahem, Saeki-kun... um, you see... right...?"

And right now, this real man was sitting right next to him, twisting his body, swallowing, coughing, and frantically giving him... no, explicitly hinting, with his eyes.

"Ha... Uncle, I'll just consider this a way to comfort Xiao Rong during this boring time of being confined. It can only be for a little while."

Saeki Miria couldn't withstand the white-haired boy's advances, so she could only sigh, smile wryly, pat her thigh, and indicate that Chang Rong could lie down and enjoy a lap pillow.