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

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I logged out today, and I expect to log out for the next few days as I'm helping my sister Nie climb the tower.

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【39-5.5=34.5】

214. You are all my wings.

(The previous chapter has been restored. Please refresh the chapter list to access it. The changes are not significant; some adjectives describing divine power have been modified and replaced with more descriptive ones.)

The infirmary at night seems particularly sacred. Don't you think it's sacred that a room originally intended to save lives is being used as a place to vent, ravage, and freely shed sweat?

At least Hiro didn't know where God was. At this moment, her mind had already ascended to the Witch Planet. Like those hermit masters who meditate under the waterfall, she was stunned by the huge external force and her consciousness was blurred. Her mind was blank, as if she had reached a state of selflessness.

It wasn't until the boy beside her slightly twisted his arm that Hero snapped out of her endless emptiness.

Why is it... completely different from what I expected?

I originally thought that Emma Sakura was the number one war criminal who gave the idiot rabbit the activation key. If it weren't for Emma dragging me down, I would have been able to easily conquer this dungeon.

But in reality, it's not like that at all... That drop of poison was me, that wound was me, that mispronunciation was me, that pest was me...

I was wrong. I simply don't have the strength to fight this guy.

Even if I admit that my attempts to shift blame and the pressure I felt back then were all wrong, the fact that we were utterly defeated by that idiot rabbit cannot be erased...

But if it were Emma, ​​she would definitely forgive me with a smile, right? Because I know Emma; if it were her, she would definitely smile and say to me—

We're bubble buddies, Hero.

"Ugh...!"

After realizing that the most useless war criminal in the team was the number one contributor who had successfully weakened Chang Rong by torturing him every day with his Demon Killer Physique, Hiro squeezed out his little strength to try to sit up, covering his eyes with one hand to escape reality.

At this moment, Hiro lay curled up on the hospital bed in the infirmary, with Chang Rong, the instigator of everything, to her left. And to Chang Rong's left was the young streamer with orange highlights, Ze Du Ke Ke.

Coco seemed to have fallen asleep, completely exhausted. Unlike Hiro, who often dressed up as the sports committee member to put out fires in various sports clubs, Hakimi usually spent most of his time at home playing games and streaming, so his physical stamina was naturally incomparable to Hiro's.

In fact, Coco had completely given up by the second half. Heero even thought about calling over the strategic weapon Emma, ​​but she never got a chance to make her second call before she was completely exhausted by the idiot rabbit.

Thinking of this, Hiro glanced at Chang Rong, who was staring at the ceiling for some reason, and felt a mix of emotions.

Despite having prior experience and preparations, a 1v2 match is fundamentally different from a 1v5 match, and I almost suffered a heartbreaking defeat... What a terrifying guy.

It can only be said that the difficulty of soloing Lu Bu is indeed different from the difficulty of ganging up on Lu Bu with Soul Chains. At least before this guy returns to his normal body, Hiro doesn't think anyone can withstand accompanying him through the single pure love route. Perhaps Meruru, who has retained her magic, can—oh no, kids, I have a magic-suppressing field.

Hakimi's magic team fight against Heero didn't provide any bonuses, and Heero almost forgot that magic could be banned when they were in close combat.

But then again, is this really due to his witch factor constitution? Or is it simply his inherently beastly and cruel nature...?

"Is Hiro awake?"

The white-haired boy noticed Hiro getting up to think about the problem and asked him gently. This was a completely different person from the terrifying dictator who used to say "No means yes!" "Don't want to mean yes!" "Don't do it means do it!"

"More or less—how are you?"

Hiro rubbed his hair and sighed, then looked at Chang Rong and asked her a question.

"I feel a little unsatisfied..." "I didn't ask you that...!!"

Chang Rong revealed the same expression that Xi Luo had seen on Emma before. Back then, when she accompanied Emma to the supermarket to buy snacks for a picnic, Emma hadn't eaten enough at the tasting booth, and her face showed the same expression that Chang Rong was now wearing.

"You better watch yourself... Look at the mess you've made of Coco, and me too—ugh, my calves are so sore..."

Hiro initially wanted to get up and get out of bed, but after trying twice, he could only grit his teeth and obediently lie back down to continue conserving his energy.

"Sorry, Hiro, I shouldn't normally be that excited... It's probably because I was short of witch factor at the time, which is why I ended up like that, 'Oops, I couldn't control myself,' hehe?"

Chang Rong tilted her head and stuck out her tongue. "I'm sorry I almost fed you grass, but that was fate, not my fault."

"...You'd better really only mean that."

Hiro rubbed his eyebrows, then looked at Chang Rong's right wrist, which was wrapped in bandages.

How badly are you injured?

Because Hiro himself is usually full of brainstorming, when it comes to actual combat, regardless of whether he can win or not, he will at least accept the challenge, emphasizing that if you want to fight, then fight!

But the reason why Zedu Coco joined so readily was because Hakimi also knew that this method could cure Chang Rong, so he flapped his arms and panted a little, and then he was comfortably made to meow.

"I feel much better. The weakness and dizziness I felt before due to insufficient blood supply have subsided a lot, and my right hand has almost recovered, except that I can't chop down trees with my bare hands."

Chang Rong patted his chest with his right hand, struck a confident pose, and gave Hiro a thumbs-up.

"A normal person can't cut down a tree with their bare hands—so what about other aspects?"

"In other respects, I feel that you are cuter when you beg for mercy, Hiro."

"I didn't ask you about that...!!" Hiro blushed and breathed heavily. Isn't it perfectly natural to beg for mercy when you can't win? It's more like that idiot rabbit who 'attacks even faster when he hears the other party begging for mercy' is the real social scum!

"Isn't that the case? Well—compared to a somewhat empty room like the infirmary, I'd definitely feel safer in the study or bedroom."

"So I already said I didn't ask you to give a post-competition acceptance speech... etc."

Hiro frowned and muttered a complaint, then suddenly widened her eyes and looked at the white-haired boy in front of her.

Keke and I hadn't told Chang Rong about the battle in the study in the previous timeline, but Chang Rong had just said something that meant the white-haired boy in front of us had regained his memories.

“Yes, I remember everything, Hiro.” Chang Rong nodded, and the girl in front of her smiled.

"—"

"It's been found."

"Hmm..." "Hmm...that's good."

The two looked at each other, and then fell into an awkward silence.

After all, normally, scenes involving the retrieval of memories are usually placed in serious or sad storylines, providing a powerful emotional impact on the protagonist and his interpersonal relationships, moving countless people to tears.

However, the situation where someone suddenly remembers everything after a back massage is completely unrelated to the word "touching".

It's more like the ridiculous excuse someone would use to explain to the "hat uncle" when they're caught red-handed doing illegal ticketing...

"Anyway, now that I've retrieved the Second Boss's memories, let's immediately call President Emma and Arisa Hannah over as well—"

"Wait a minute!!"

After a moment of eerie silence, Chang Rong immediately stood up and prepared to call over all five sisters of the first generation of the Rabbit Fighting Team, but this action was naturally rejected by Hiro on the spot.

"Is your brain filled with nothing but lewd nonsense besides all the old stories...!?"

This guy usually seems harmless, even making people wonder if he has a problem with his orientation, but once he gets going, he turns into a terrifying mode that he can't control and has to go all out, which is really unbearable.

"Hey, aren't we going to call everyone over for a catch-up?"

"Are you trying to catch up? I can't be bothered to call you out on it—besides, only you, you idiot rabbit, have regained your memories. The others still haven't fully recovered their memories from the second timeline. Suddenly calling the other side over in the middle of the night to participate in a strange ritual would definitely get you sent to trial and execution, right? Although if it were those people, even if they were in a state of amnesia, they would probably accept it without a second thought..."

As Hiro spoke, she seemed a little less confident. She thought for a moment and realized that even in the amnesia mode, based on the goodwill she had with this group of people in the third playthrough, she would probably still be able to shout "Come out and eat rabbit meat!" and the next second everyone would be gathering in a grand rabbit alliance.

Who knows, there might even be more unofficial staff mixed in...!

"Hmm, that makes sense. Although the club president and the others have reached similar conclusions as before in many ways, they are still quite far from 'regaining their memories.' So, should we cover it up a bit now?"

Chang Rong nodded. Before, Shirley called him Watson, which sounded familiar but he didn't know why. Now that he'd regained his memories, he guessed it would be the same old story: he'd call Shirley "President," and Shirley would tilt her head with a question mark in her eyes.

"Just continue to get along with them normally, there's no need to bring these things up specifically. You're not the kind of clueless guy who goes around bragging about your glorious achievements, right?"

Hiro shrugged. The boy in front of him, though he might eat peanuts and steamed buns on the battlefield, was usually still that overly innocent, idiotic rabbit who you'd almost want to kill. And there was no need to worry about any of those photo-for-blackmail scenarios that only exist in erotic novels.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that quite a few people would love for Chang Rong to find some 'weaknesses' so they could come over every day to sample the rabbit meat.

"As for whether to cover it up or not, that's something Coco and I need to consider. Chang Rong, you don't need to worry about it."

When he said this, Hiro's tone was filled with barely suppressed pride and superiority.

After all, there are many things that can be left unsaid or not used, but they absolutely cannot be absent.

Although it has absolutely no connection to the original plan, in the end, I still managed to reverse the future, steal the trophy, and win big in Season 3!

What a long and winding road... a really long, long way. But as they say, taking the long way is my shortcut. The fact that I couldn't execute Chang Rong on the spot on the first day of opening the coffin was precisely so that I could happily raise a glass and play the golden rain today!

From now on, Hiro will be able to act with ease and confidence when facing anyone, and this will still be true even if the other person is Sherry.

Hey hey hey, isn't this the veteran champion from S2, the glass cannon stat monster who can switch between two forms (witch/normal) at any time and has exceptionally high damage output? Where have you been making your fortune lately? Where were you when I was battling the rabbit head? Where were you when I was being shoved by the rabbit until my eyes rolled back, my tongue stuck out, and I was vomiting?

Even Hero, who was bedridden and unable to get out of bed, couldn't help but smile happily at the thought of this scene.

"Since you've said so, let's pretend nothing happened for now and continue at our original pace. Besides, the most important thing we need to do now is not to dwell on the past."

Chang Rong nodded in agreement with Hiro. The main reason for the previous chaotic battle was that the situation had completely reached a dead end, leaving only the option of fighting to the last moment and committing suicide. That's why Chang Rong agreed to hold a meeting to boost morale before dying.

Now, Hiro and Coco have retraced their steps to the beginning, and Hiro has regained his memories. More important than throwing a party is ensuring everyone's safe departure from Witch Island.

“We need to find a way to reconnect with Xiaoxue now, and speaking of Xiaoxue, I… don’t care about her, forget what I said.”

Chang Rong looked somewhat embarrassed and conflicted when he mentioned the Great Witch's name, but he shook his head and didn't intend to continue the topic.

"What's wrong with you now..." Chang Rong had only been back in her memories for less than 3 minutes when Xi Luo was already starting to miss the innocent and naive rabbit who could easily trick the six-star UR max-constellation story-limited character into bed with just a few words.

—It just so happens that the study and bedroom have been converted into a confessional. I'll find some time to go and properly repent... Chang Rong thought to herself with a bit of embarrassment.

Afterwards, Chang Rong, with Hakimi on her left and Hakishi who was gradually calming down, looked at the infirmary ceiling, which was more familiar than her face, and chatted idly, while digesting what she had observed about the unfamiliar Witch Island from the perspective of 'utter ignorance' during this period.

After a while, Hiro finally rested enough to get up. She slowly climbed up with the help of the bed and then put her clothes back on one by one.

Normally, one should definitely take a shower at this time, but considering that the castle only has showers and no bathtubs, Hiro wasn't sure if he could stand until he could wash off all the sticky liquid on his body, so he could only endure it for the time being.

After putting the black and red uniform back on, the girl who had been screaming and begging for mercy instantly disappeared, transforming back into the elegant, poised, and flawless student council president.

"Ugh..."

However, with each step this 'student council president' took, he would have an expression on his face as if he were walking barefoot on Lego bricks.

"Let me help you, Hero."

"What—Ugh...!?"

Chang Rong's voice came from behind. Before Nikaido Hiro could understand the meaning of those words, the next second, her calves and waist were gently lifted up, and her whole body was held in mid-air.

"This, this position..." Hiro blushed instantly as she was lifted up in a princess carry. She blinked frantically in embarrassment, her feet kicking wildly in mid-air.

"I suddenly remembered there's something I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."

Chang Rong did not let go of Xiluo's hands despite her shy struggles. He maintained the princess carry position with some force, his light gray eyes looking at the girl who was leaning against his chest and always had a serious and earnest demeanor.