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

Chang Jiurong was instantly stunned. He couldn't believe that Nikaido Hiro's first words under these circumstances were so precise as to incite hatred and tarnish his own reputation.

Is he truly the most shameless person in the courtroom?

however--

"Although I don't know what you're planning to do, considering my previous mistake... well, it's not impossible."

Nanoha Kurobe tilted her head slightly and responded softly.

"...???"

Now it was Hero's turn to widen his eyes and have his brain freeze.

Is there anything more embarrassing than this scene? Yes, bro.

"Wait—the guard will be checking the rooms, what should we do in this situation!?" Kurobe Nanoha suddenly thought of something, she put away her originally subtle shy expression and looked nervously at Nikaido Hiro and Chang Rong.

—I knew the guard on patrol was 'it', which is why I came during my lunch break curfew, but now that Nikaido is here too, what am I going to do...!

Nanoha Kurobe looked helplessly around the corners of the room, looking as helpless as an abandoned cat.

"Room checks? It's fine either way."

Unlike Kurobe Nanoha, who was pacing anxiously, Hiroki Kaido simply frowned in confusion, without a trace of tension in his tone.

"How could anything be acceptable! We're under lockdown now, our behavior is—"

“We haven’t done anything illegal. We’ve genuinely stayed in our ‘cells’ during the curfew. What’s the problem with that?”

"Ugh... Eek!?"

"So that means...!"

Upon hearing Hirol's words, Chang Rong and Nai Ye Xiang, after a brief moment of confusion, simultaneously revealed expressions of belated realization.

From beginning to end, no one ever said that 'you must be in your own dormitory room when the dorm is checked'. As long as you are in a state of confinement during curfew, nobody cares which cell you are in.

"—What's with those expressions on your faces? Seriously, even if there really is a strict room check, how are you planning to escape?"

"This..." "That..."

Nikaido looked at Nanoha and Tsuneyuu with a puzzled expression. The 'sleeping together in bed' duo, however, avoided each other's gazes and remained silent on the matter.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became even more eerie and deathly silent.

Is there anything more embarrassing than this scene? Yes, bro.

Click!

The door to the room was pushed open, and the head of the 'hairband guard' poked his head in.

"—"

The three faces of confusion turned into four faces of confusion.

"...#"

After a moment of confusion, the guard with the headband focused his gaze on Chang Rong.

—It's me again! It's always me! What did I do?! Why is this guard with the hairband staring at me and increasing his killing intent?!

Chang Rong, the person involved, was completely baffled.

The only good news is that going into someone else's room during the lockdown is not considered a violation.

Even if the guard wanted to use the knife to make dumplings, it would only turn around and leave angrily.

The room was once again filled with three bewildered faces.

Volume 1: 49. You, Hakimi, born evil, I will deal with you... (4K)

At lunchtime, Chang Rong finally made it in. And for some reasons that are not convenient to mention, Nanoha Kaori and Hiro did not sit near Chang Rong, but instead formed a large triangle shape with their distance between them.

This gave Noah's little balloon plenty of space to float over.

"Noah drew a picture for Rongrong!"

"Really? Please let me see this—it's so beautifully drawn! This shows Jack fighting two monsters at the same time, right?"

Chang Rong took the catalog from Noah and, after examining it, offered her expert commentary as a refined person.

"...It was Hiro and Rongrong who took Noah to the beach to build sandcastles." Noah instantly went from 'hehe' to 'no hehe'.

"Hmm... Hmm... No wonder he's Noah, he can reach the highest level of painting with ease!"

"The highest level?"

"【False Evidence】: That's right, true art is a mirror, reflecting the different inner landscapes of different viewers. Noah's paintings are no longer just Noah's personal expression, but have become a bridge for me to communicate with my 'ego, superego, and id'. Ah, just one glance and I feel like I'm about to be possessed!"

While rambling on and on, Chang Rong used her secret technique, "Angry Dog Head Rubbing," to ruffle Noah's hair into a "hehe" shape.

"Hehehe... Although Noah doesn't quite understand, I'm still very happy to see Rongrong working so hard~ Anan-chan, Anan-chan, you should also prepare for this~"

"This guy is just a complete fraud; don't play along with him."

Noah, delighted by the petting, happily floated over to the side of the 'gloomy, taciturn bean sprout girl' Natsume An'an. As for An'an, she angrily wrote these words on her sketchbook, which she always carried with her, and then glared fiercely at Chang Rong.

—Oh dear, it seems Noah's friend is jealous. Heh, I'm such a sinful man...

"Hey Changrong! I thought something had happened when I didn't see you at breakfast, but Hiro said you just overslept again, and it seems that's true."

When Renmi Ryo noticed Chang Rong, she immediately came over and greeted him with a cool, sunny, and warm smile.

"Well... I guess it's because I have a lot of nightlife. Anyway, good afternoon, Leia-sama." Just thinking about how Hiro solemnly announced to everyone that 'Chang Rong overslept,' makes me want to find an elevator, run to the underground morgue, and just lie down in any ice coffin.

"By the way, your posture was wrong just now, wasn't it? That kind of incorrect hair gel hand only makes people think you're an arrogant and brainless idiot."

Why does everyone always jump out and criticize me for being a cool girl when I'm feeling arrogant? Am I really?!

"This is how the true attitude should be—how about it?"

Hasumi Ryouya placed her right hand on her bangs, then flicked her short hair back, her head following suit, before suddenly snapping it back into place and tossing her head.

So tacky! So greasy! But... damn it, he's undeniably handsome!

"As expected of Rhea-sama!"

This time, it was truly a heartfelt praise; idols with formal training are just different.

"Haha, that's just basic stuff! Chang Rong, what are you planning to do during your break time? I'm thinking of wandering around looking for suitable filming locations for the stage play. Want to come along?"

Having finished praising her 'fan leader's flattery,' Hasumi Ryouya smiled and invited Chang Rong.

"Well..." The white-haired boy rubbed the rabbit's head sheepishly.

If it were in the past, if such a handsome and dashing young woman invited him to go shopping together, Chang Rong would definitely not hesitate for a second and would immediately agree while fantasizing in his mind what to name his third child.

But in this special environment, Chang Rong has many unexpected things to deal with.

The investigation into the identity of his own "corpse," and the search for knowledge about the so-called "witch," "witch factor," and "warden."

There's also something that's directly related to my life and death—I need to think of a way to avoid being killed on the spot by a fire poker, and to tell Hiro in a tactful yet sincere way: 'The fact that you and I are allies will never change,' and 'All those things you said about collecting dark history to use as boomerangs to hit your head were lies.'

Oh, and she died before Miss Lu Bu, the famous underworld detective, was released. Er went to change her clothes and cover her wounds. If we leave her to do it herself, the child will probably have to be sacrificed and have her blood sold to speed up the process again.

There are many things to do, but the highest priority among them is—

"Hmm...? Hehe, I understand. Although Chang Rong, you are the number one veteran of the fan club, I'm not the kind of person who argues unreasonably. Actually, I support you in this matter, Chang Rong! There's no need to blame yourself too much. Her situation is partly due to her somewhat awful personality."

Seeing the hesitation on the face of the white-haired boy, Ryoua Hayami immediately knew she had been politely declined. The reason Chang Rong refused her invitation lay in the girl he was looking at at the end of his line of sight—Ze Du Ke Ke.

The cat-eared girl, who usually acted like a little devil, sneered at everyone and had a foul mouth, was now sitting quietly in a corner of the cafeteria, eating her meal without making a sound. If it weren't for the cat-ear headphones she was still wearing, she might have been mistaken for a passerby who had accidentally wandered onto the wrong set.

According to Hiro and Nanoha, after Zetsu Coco was permanently banned from her live stream for "doing some crazy things," she became very listless. She looked like this even during breakfast, and even her signature way of breathing on her face was gone.

Moreover, according to the progress of witch transformation compiled by YUKI's romance system, the pressure on Sawatari Coco is indeed increasing.

Whether from a moral or logical standpoint, I cannot turn a blind eye.

"Thank you for your understanding, Leia-sama. Let's go for a stroll together again sometime."

After confirming the target, Chang Rong and Lei Ya nodded their thanks, then got up and went to Ze Du Ke Ke's side.

"...Go away, I have no interest in talking to you."

As soon as they got close to Hakimi, they heard Zetsu Coco's voice. Although the content was as sharp as ever, which was naturally spiky, the tone of her voice was weak and listless, as if she had no will to live.

"And what about behind you, Coco-chan?"

"……Alas!"

The familiar 'monster rabbit' voice suddenly rang out, startling Ze Du Ke Ke. She turned to look at Chang Rong, intending to exhale, but the air wouldn't come out. In the end, she could only turn her head away again, refusing to interact with Chang Rong.

"Don't be nervous, Coco-chan. I'm not here to cause trouble, but to apologize."

Chang Rong sat opposite Ze Du Ke Ke with a gentle and kind smile. Her tone and manner of speaking both reflected the composure and kindness of someone who was psychologically mature.

"Huh? An apology...? Then can you go die?"

Zedu Coco looked up at Chang Rong. Although her tone was no longer as effeminate as before, her aggression had increased.

"—"

—Don't get agitated, Chang Rong. You were wrong to do this. The child's mental state is very unstable right now because of your behavior. What you need to do is to guide her patiently, not make her explode again.

Chang Rong's lips twitched twice, but she still managed to maintain that 'calm and composed' smile.

"I know I unintentionally went a bit too far before, and I've reflected on my actions extensively. I've realized that my behavior not only jeopardized the group's survival but also genuinely harmed the personal interests of certain individuals. Therefore, I hope to speak out here as a representative of—"

"Ugh, what nonsense are you spouting, you disgusting bastard... Can you please stop bothering me while I'm eating, you idiot, trash, white-haired brat? If you're going to have a fit, why don't you go chat with that garbage can over there? It'd suit you perfectly, wouldn't it? www"

"..."

Although a mechanical smile still lingered on her lips, the veins on Chang Rong's forehead were about to bulge.

Different people have different ways of getting along, and when Chang Rong looked at the keycaps in front of him, he realized something.

The prerequisite for having a 'normal conversation' with this guy isn't genuine sincerity, mindless kindness, or a sincere, humble apology. It's—

Chang Rong sighed, stood up, walked around behind Ze Du Ke Ke, put a hand on her shoulder, leaned down and whispered in her ear:

"What I really want to say is—you could easily get secretly strangled like this."

Instead, he fed her the Undying Grip until she was full.