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

A violent impact swept through Baosheng Mag's body from bottom to top, and this similar impact made Mag recall his past almost instantly.

The dark rented room, the hideous man, the body being repeatedly beaten, the insults reaching my ears, and the mother's indifferent disregard that chills to the bone.

Margaret's body tensed up as if by reflex, a defense mechanism she developed from experiencing domestic violence during her childhood.

"Calm down, Margot. This is Witch Island, a Witch Island without any danger."

Just as Marge was about to curl up, the boy's voice came from beside her ear. Although the voice was calm, it seemed to have some kind of magic, causing her stiff and cold body to gradually relax.

Ah, that's right. This is Witch's Island, not that cold and dark 'home' from before. And what I'm experiencing right now isn't some kind of unreasonable, meaningless violence.

“I can’t comfort you, Margot. The hurt you’ve suffered, the wounds in your heart, I can’t erase those things. Only time, only you yourself, can forget and heal them.”

Chang Rong gently pulled Mag into her arms. The heavy front armor prevented their hearts from touching, but the warmth of Chang Rong's body and the pulse of her heart could still be felt by Mag's slowly opening body.

"So... all I can do is stay by your side, until you can muster the courage to make peace with yourself and take another step forward."

The boy gently cupped Marg's cheeks in his hands, and the two looked at each other in that moment.

The reflection of herself in Chang Rong's eyes was utterly pathetic, flustered, and shameful, lacking any of the elegance and ease of a 'con artist'.

But compared to the 'perfection' that is always disguised with a fake smile, Baosheng Mag prefers the self that Chang Rong sees at this moment.

"Brother Changrong"

Looking at the boy in front of him, Baosheng Mag took a deep breath, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

In any case, any 'deception' is meaningless in this situation. So... just this once, just once, try to muster up the courage to follow your true heart.

"Please... hold me tight and don't let go, I will try my best to accept it... okay?"

"--Um"

Although she said, "You're doomed this time, you're in deep trouble," Chang Rong didn't actually do anything out of line. It wasn't until Marge said those words with a smile that Chang Rong finally slowly brought this con artist, this girl who claimed to know what love was but had never truly experienced it herself, the most precious thing she had been searching for, hoping for, and running away from.

Margot's last little prank before her execution at the first witch trial has now become a truly anchored fact.

"Brother Chang Rong..."

—I love you.

Marge endured the stinging sensation in her body mixed with a strange, blissful joy, and this time, she made no attempt to hide it, letting her smile freely.

Then--

"Okay, warm-up is over. Next up is the final reckoning, settling all old scores and new grudges. Marge, are you ready?"

"……what?"

Baosheng Mag was panting heavily as she slumped on the sofa. When she heard these words from Chang Rong, who showed absolutely no sign of 'enjoying herself' from moving her waist, a question mark popped into her head.

What is this guy talking about?

If you include me, that's already a four-kill streak... Isn't that enough...?

"Don't look so surprised, Mag. That was a moment to prove our feelings for each other, but I haven't settled the score with you for the mess you made, right?" Chang Rong said with a smile.

Chang Rong is petty and narrow-minded; I'm sure everyone already knows that!

“But…but I…” Marge swallowed and blinked. She was covered in a layer of damp sweat. Even if Chang Rong pushed open the bedroom door, she probably wouldn’t have the strength to leave.

"How about this, since I'm not some kind of demon, how about we play a game? Mag, you just need to cosplay as someone who hasn't had sex with me yet. If you guess right, then I'll do as you wish, okay?"

Chang Rong smiled and proposed a deal to Marge, a deal that was practically a dead end. "I've just completed the full CG collection achievement, so how are you going to deal with this, Marge?"

Just as Chang Rong was feeling smug, a familiar voice suddenly came from Mag's mouth:

"[Hiss hiss hiss—]"

"Ugh...!?"

"Oh...a bet's a bet, right, Brother Chang Rong?"

The smile shifted to Marg's lips; the voice she had just cosplayed was that of the headband-wearing guardian sister.

“Fine… you win, Marg.” Chang Rong lowered her head, her voice filled with utter dejection. She hadn’t expected Marg to actually break free from her predicament.

"That was a truly enjoyable experience. Well then, I'll be going now—"

"Since you've won, I guess I'll have to use the 'family meal mode'."

"……Um?"

Marg blinked, hoping for a moment that it was all just her imagination.

"Can...can I refuse?"

"Sure, after all, how can it be called a 'close-knit fan mode' if you don't refuse?"

Chang Rong smiled, flexing her wrists as she lunged at Marge again.

Let me repeat myself: Chang Rong is petty.

"Ugh... Eek!?"

As Chang Rong was settling accounts with Mag, Tono Hannah slowly opened her eyes, but she was almost instantly startled by the tattered Noah lying beside her and Mag, who had lost all strength to beg for mercy, not far away.

Well, it's best to just keep playing dead.

"Ah, Miss, you're awake."

"Hey!?"

However, before Tono Hannah could even pretend to be asleep, Chang Rong came to her side carrying Marg, looking down at Hannah with a condescending expression. As for Baosheng Marg in his arms, she was completely unrecognizable from her usual cunning and scheming demeanor; she was simply a limp, lethargic, obedient black-haired girl.

"Now that you're awake, don't just lie around living like a princess. Let's get back to normal."

"No, stop, Desuwa...!!!"

This isn't a world of shoujo manga... Let me out!

Hannah Tono [99/100] → [100/100]

Baosheng Mag [90/100] → [100/100] (Knows Love) → (A Deceitful Person Craving Love)

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Still tactical segmentation

Thanks to Chenguang for the quick help, but my stomach hasn't been feeling well lately, so I'll hold off on buying drinks for now...

I'm so drunk I need to take a day off.

My friend got dumped and sent WeChat messages late at night asking people to go out and drink.

Although I can't hold my liquor, I still drank a little to create a lively atmosphere. The next day, my head felt like it had been thrown into a blender. I happen to have three months' worth of tickets every month, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, I should be able to finish this month, so I might as well use them.

Guys, time to relax, have some water and go back to sleep.

Volume 1: 278. I've finished the entire walkthrough, and you're telling me my save file is dead?

"Now I'll ask you one by one, do you know you're wrong? —Noah Kinosaki, do you know you're wrong!"

In Chang Rong's bedroom, the white-haired boy stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, looking down at the other three prospective witches in the room while asking questions in a forceful tone.

Upon hearing his name, the colorful little balloon, Noah Kinosaki, who had been lying motionless on the bed, suddenly trembled and sat up.

"No, no, no... Noah knows he was wrong... He will never do it again..."

Noah, who usually reveals her cunning and mischievous side unintentionally, was incredibly docile at this moment. She lowered her head and responded in a trembling voice, her hands gripping the bed sheet that had become a canvas, just like a tamed rabbit.

"Then tell me where you went wrong."

Seeing that his little darling had become so docile again, Chang Rong nodded in satisfaction. However, he did not intend to let Noah go so easily. Instead, he pressed her to tell him exactly where she had made a mistake in her play.

"Noah... Noah shouldn't have taken Rongrong's affection as boundless indulgence, repeatedly provoking Rongrong's authority... Noah shouldn't have ignored his best friend An'an's advice, treating Rongrong like a fool who could be manipulated at will... Noah shouldn't have easily started a fight without recognizing the difference in combat power, causing everyone to be badly harmed by Noah..."

Teacher Balloon blushed and quietly listed her sins. If it were before, Noah would have just pouted and shouted, "Rongrong is an idiot!" and then thrown a tantrum. In that case, Chang Rong would have lost her composure first, and after a moment of panic, she would have honestly apologized to herself.

However, she had just tried this combo a few tens of minutes ago, and the result was that Chang Rong just snorted, "Hate me, I don't care about your opinion," and then increased her attack speed, leaving her no chance to beg for mercy.

The gentle, kind, and tender-hearted father Rongrong of the past is dead! What stands here now is nothing but a bloodless, tearless, and heartless monstrous tunnel boring machine.

"Hmm, it seems Noah, you have fully realized your mistakes. Very good, very good. After being taught what true 'filial piety' really is, Noah has made great progress!" Chang Rong nodded with a gratified expression. His little darling had finally grown up after their close communication, and he, as her father, was very proud.

"No, no, no..."

Noah didn't have the courage to refute. She could only obediently lower her head, blushing as she felt the aches and pains in her body that felt like it was about to fall apart, yet mixed with some strange pleasure. She silently wiped away the sticky paint with her hands, having no energy left to use magic to clean it up with a single click.

—Waaah… Although it’s completely different from what Noah thought, especially since the relationship between the canvas and the painter is completely reversed… No, however, as long as I deliberately do some ‘bad things’ I can become closer to Rongrong, so… it’s not impossible.

Although the cunning and colorful little balloon verbally admitted her mistake, she secretly planted a mysterious little code in her heart: 'As long as you rebel, you'll be favored by Rongrong.' And this mysterious code was quietly written into the little balloon's underlying logic.

Sigh, Chinese-style education, sigh, dysfunctional families, you win.

"Now it's Miss Hannah's turn—do you have anything to say?"

After confirming that the little girl had given in and become docile, Chang Rong turned her attention to the blonde girl with pigtails standing to the side.

"I have nothing more to say..."

Tono Hannah's voice was weak and listless, but there was nothing she could do. In the recent all-out battle in the bedroom, Tono Hannah had ended up in the absolute T position for various reasons, which meant she was the one Chang Rong was paying the most attention to. As a result, she couldn't even sit up and kneel on the bed to admit her mistake like Noah next to her. She could only slump on the already soaked and messy sheets, like a dead fish or a puddle of mud.

"I'm just curious... you stupid knight... do you have a problem with me? Why are you targeting me like this..."

Hannah struggled to turn over, barely managing to lift her head to look at Chang Rong. Her flushed cheeks revealed confusion and dissatisfaction, but hidden within was a subtle hint of pride. It was the pride of "As expected, that stupid knight cares about me the most!"

"Uh...no, Miss Hannah...it's just a coincidence, I guess." Chang Rong replied somewhat awkwardly. Hannah's complaints were not unfounded; he had indeed launched the most offensive attacks on Hannah.

Part of the reason was indeed a matter of luck or order. Noah was the first to initiate the attack, but he was immediately intimidated by Chang Rong's momentum and lost. At that time, Chang Rong was still unable to ascertain Mag's true feelings, so he could only target Tono Hannah.

Noah still couldn't escape the clutches, but the colorful version of the Fiji Cup was only cool in appearance; its other stats were unremarkable, and it lost its feedback after a couple of uses, leaving Chang Rong with no choice but to go solo with Mag.

Although Marge eventually agreed to overcome this psychological hurdle, she was still essentially the same as Noah, a "Xiao Chunu" at heart. Unable to keep up with Chang Rong's pace, she was quickly "sunk." Just then, Hannah woke up, and Chang Rong, who was still thirsty, naturally took the opportunity to continue riding Hannah on the maglev.

If we were to ask what mistake Hannah made that caused her to be hit the most times... it would probably be simply because she had the strongest physiological tolerance among the three, and also possessed memories of her past life's body, which allowed her to cater to and cooperate with Chang Rong to a certain extent.

"Um, cough cough... Miss, you should continue to rest. There's no need to reflect on your actions for now—by the way! Don't try to carry people away so easily in the future; it's very dangerous!"

Chang Rong coughed awkwardly twice, then, after much effort, thought of a point that could be used to teach a lesson, and quickly instructed Tono Hannah.

"You're such a stupid knight, why did you have to try and use maglev...!"

It would have been better if she hadn't said anything, because upon hearing "manned flight," Hannah Tono's forehead veins popped out. Although she did initially pull Chang Rong along, intending to combine their powers while flying, it was actually that sadistic knight who ended up using her twin tails as a steering wheel to prevent her from landing and allow her to continue taking off!

"Uh... well, I'll be more careful next time, cough cough." Knowing that he had inadvertently engaged in some high-risk play when he got carried away, Chang Rong scratched his head and decided to let the matter drop for now.

As everyone knows, Chang Rong is not only petty, but also knows how to admit his mistakes but never corrects them. Every time he talks about becoming a Sigma man, he actually just works harder next time he starts digging.