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

Chang Rong looked at the fluffy, colorful little balloons rubbing against her, thanking her older sister for clearing out her stock of ammunition beforehand, otherwise she was afraid she would have been seriously overwhelmed by such a terrifying offensive. At the same time, she sadly pondered where her parenting methods went wrong, turning her cute, gentle, and angelic little girl into what she is now.

What do you mean by saying that my daughter, whom I raised with so much care, not only has tattoos all over her body (referring to body painting) but also keeps saying she wants to be fed grass by her father?

"Ugh... I, I don't care anymore! You stupid monster, hurry up and tell me your wish! No matter how rude, how grotesque, or how twisted it is, I, I will grit my teeth and persevere in pursuit of the pinnacle of literature!"

Even a rabbit will overturn a grasshopper when cornered, let alone a terrifying pigeon spirit with [Word Power] magic. Seeing Noah's onslaught growing stronger with each wave, Chang Rong knew she would definitely lose control. Xia Mu An An could only blush and grit her teeth, moving closer to him while forcing herself to utter those terrible lines that would lead to her, this rising literary star, being blacklisted.

"An'an... An'an can just be a background character, or you can use your sketchbook to fan Noah and Rongrong to cool them down when they're feeling hot."

"You cunning and irritating balloon...!"

Noah glanced at An An with a slightly contemptuous tone, and An An immediately bristled, seeing that the ship of friendship was about to capsize again.

"Think about it carefully, Noah and Rongrong's artistic ideas don't need your tissue at all. An'an, you'd better leave now—"

"Our biggest mistake was choosing to create a great collection of stories with you. Let's just end this twisted and cheap friendship here...!"

"You, you guys stop rubbing against me...!"

Noah Kinosaki's face was fierce; even a balloon that could burst with a single poke could possess a dark will capable of stabbing an iron fence into her best friend's back.

Natsume An'an's eyes widened in anger. Even the stepping stones and small fry in the second cycle of the game have something they will never give up to protect. At worst, they will just have to eat peanuts and steamed buns again.

Chang Rong gritted her teeth and desperately counted sheep, prime numbers, and the night-time servants on the branches of the trees in front of her house.

Although the friction between the two little ones has not yet developed into a real conflict, Noah's 'painted' and An'an's stockings are constantly vying for territory, and the witch-like pressure value that was originally released by the older sister has visibly increased again.

Just moments before the situation became completely out of control—

"Noah—! What's with the waste paint in the incinerator and those clothes that look like they've been thrown into a dye vat? Come out here and explain yourself!"

"Hey An'an~ I think I've at least written the first chapter of my romantic love story with Watson by now~ If I keep putting it off, I wouldn't mind sending An'an to the little dark room on the moon to cultivate her inspiration~~"

"Eek...!?" "Ugh...!!"

Suddenly, the voices of Hiro and Sherry came from the courtyard outside the painter's window and the corridor outside the door. As Noah and An An's respective strict fathers, these two voices instantly made the two childhood sweethearts, who were originally at each other's throats and discussing rabbit meat, become docile and even flustered.

"No, no, no... Noah just had a burst of creative inspiration...!!" "I left my manuscript in the restaurant, but Emma might have already eaten it. I'll go check right now...!"

Little Balloon hurriedly grabbed a coat from a nearby cabinet and crawled inside, while An'an, who was next to her, grabbed a fluffy set of pajamas from somewhere and wrapped herself up haphazardly. The two of them looked like they had been caught red-handed at a concert, covering their heads and running away from the art studio in a panic, scattering like birds and beasts during the Dunkirk evacuation.

No matter what, Rongrong is guaranteed to get food at tomorrow's ceremony, but if she gets caught by the false witness/gorilla woman, she'll probably be whipped like an eagle and sent spiraling into the sky today... It might even affect tomorrow's battle for the main wife!

After weighing the pros and cons, Noah and An'an naturally chose to make a tactical escape first.

"—"

In an instant, the art studio, which had been so chaotic that it was on the verge of killing someone, became completely quiet, with only Chang Rong wiping the sweat from his forehead as he leaned against the table.

Not long after the two little ones ran away, the studio door was pushed open again—but it was neither Shirley nor Sherry who walked in, but Baosheng Mag.

"Oh dear... was this something you expected, my dear husband?"

When Mag entered the studio, he still had his usual smile on his face, but he seemed less at ease and more irritable.

“I learned one thing during my brief period of being fought over: Margot—sisters are enemies, and it’s better to lose together than to win alone.”

Chang Rong snorted coldly, tossed her hair, and revealed a smug smile of triumph in her clever outmaneuver.

"Although your initial goal was to use Noah and An'an to force me to use the 'call for help' option, if I really obeyed them, you definitely wouldn't just stand by and watch me be divided up by them. You would definitely take the initiative to do something!" Chang Rong stretched out his finger, showing off to his heart's content.

"That's why, even without receiving my husband's wish, I took the initiative to use magic to disguise Hiro and Sherry's voices to lure Noah and An'an away—I didn't expect you to have foreseen this... It seems your growth is truly terrifying, my husband."

Baosheng Mag sighed and shook his head slightly, revealing an undisguised expression of disappointment.

"So, now that I still have the [Wish], shouldn't I take a good look at the mess you've made for me lately, Mag?"

Chang Rong flexed his wrists, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he slowly approached the black-haired girl in a kimono.

It's time to settle all these old and new scores, Mag, you didn't expect this, did you! The winner is me, Chang Rong!

"Oh dear...we've been husband and wife, my dear husband, please don't look so serious..."

Marge wiped the sweat from her forehead and forced a smile. Just as Chang Rong lunged at her, in a blind spot unnoticed by Chang Rong, the corners of Marge's mouth suddenly curled up in her signature way once again.

—My dear husband…did you think I was on the first floor and you were on the second? What a pity…I’m actually on the third floor!

Only by arousing Chang Rong's interest and sexual desire in this way, making him think that he has the upper hand, and by giving him a little anger, will my husband give me all his energy to 'punish' me severely.

Then... please vent your anger on Mag, my dear husband...?

Marge wore a mysterious smile until she was pinned against the table and Chang Rong skillfully performed a dragon dance on her. Only then did she realize that the water temperature seemed off.

Although Chang Rong had been nearly drained dry by a group of people during this period, and although he couldn't use direct, fast-paced mana-draining techniques to launch a strong attack in order to prepare for the ritual—Marge forgot one thing:

Chang Rong has become weaker, but that doesn't mean Bao Sheng Mag has become stronger.

"Huh...huh—my dear husband, I've never heard of this method before—Milia? What do you mean Milia is much more skilled than me? And what's with Meruru—ugh!?"

In the end, it turned out I was actually in a basement...

Despite all the scheming and elaborate preparations, Mag was ultimately defeated by Chang Rong, who was in poor condition, without even having to resort to any real fighting techniques.

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Thanks to Chenguang for the sudden burst of attention.

Volume 1: 300. If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles.

In this battle of wits in love, did I win or lose?

To say he lost... well, in terms of the result, he did teach Baosheng Mag a lesson, making this guy, who seemed to have high stats but was actually incredibly stubborn, once again show a pathetic and pathetic state.

After spending time together, the two knew each other quite well. Chang Rong knew that Mag's fear of the opposite sex was almost completely cured, so she could attack without any reservations. Even though she wasn't at her best right now, she could still easily crush Xiao Chunu, who thought she had amazing stats.

But if he said he had won, something felt off... Although Marge was sprawled on the studio table with her hair hanging down and sweat sticking to her cheeks, her chest heaving from the intense interaction, and she was sticking out her tongue as if she wanted to say something but had no strength left to even open her mouth—she did look like she had been severely punished, but the fleeting sense of satisfaction in her light purple eyes made Chang Rong wonder if being slept with by him was also part of Marge's plan.

In short, I don't know if I won or lost, but it was definitely awesome!

After venting all the anger that had accumulated from all the various encounters during this period on Mag, Chang Rong felt as comfortable as if she had put on new underwear for the New Year.

“If you continue to mislead others into messing around or spreading strange rumors, you know the consequences. I know where you live and which class you're in.”

"Husband, no more...~?"

"Ugh……"

Hearing Mag's voice, which was clearly exhausted yet alluring, Chang Rong sighed helplessly. Had this guy actually learned his lesson?

However, in any case, at least the most troublesome group of children and the mysterious, scheming woman have been dealt with.

Just as Chang Rong was about to leave quietly and conceal his achievements, he pushed open the door to his art studio and saw two guardian figures standing on either side of the door: a colorful little balloon and a gloomy bean sprout.

"No no no no no—"

"I knew it... I knew it... you, you monster..."

The two children, who had been tricked away by Mag and scattered like birds, were not stupid. They quickly noticed that their strict father, Hiro, and their creditor, Sherry, had not come to chase them. After ruling out the impossible situation of both of them having auditory hallucinations at the same time, the only remaining conclusion was that 'Magne was the one causing the trouble'.

Therefore, the two little ones rushed back to the studio in a hurry. By sheer coincidence, they bumped into Chang Rong, who looked as sage as a great sage, coming out of the studio, and Bao Sheng Ma Ge, who was lying on the table behind Chang Rong, her face flushed and her legs trembling.

Noah's expression went from confusion to surprise, then to extreme redness, and finally he could only shout, "There's a cow!" before exploding on the spot.

Meanwhile, Natsume An'an's already fair face transformed into that of an observer, constantly switching between iron-blue and furious red. In the end, she even forgot her identity as the weakest person on Witch Island, the Chang Rong Fiji Cup's top pick, and the number one maglev trainer. She roared like a tiger descending the mountain and charged forward with her sketchbook, frantically dealing ineffective damage.

"Idiot, you stupid, depraved monster...! What excuse you gave! You just wanted to send Noah and me away so you could have a secret date with Mag... Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!"

"No, that's not it, An'an! You've misunderstood! I was just having a high-level intellectual battle with Mag, and after gaining a slight advantage, I was just going to teach her a lesson—"

"They even took their scolding to bed!!"

Chang Rong's explanations seemed utterly weak in the face of overwhelming evidence. The two children, recovering from their initial shock, began to slowly approach Chang Rong. One of them held a mysterious little sweet drink, the surface of which rippled rapidly due to Noah's eager attempt at magic. The other slowly moved his throat, his words of power about to be unleashed, seemingly ready to control Chang Rong and send him to fight Su Nuo at any moment.

"Wait a moment, I am the King of Witch Island today, I should still have some unused wishes—"

Seeing that the two kids were coming with hostility, Chang Rong quickly brought up her limited-time "King" status to try and cover it up.

"Noah doesn't care about being a king or anything like that. Rongrong has misbehaved, and Noah is going to punish her severely!"

"Let's talk about magic..."

—So it really turned out this way!

Seeing the two little ones activating their dark will and preparing to transform into mouth-to-mouth demons, Chang Rong inwardly groaned.

Although going up against a cunning guy like Mag is very stressful, at least they will abide by the 'adult contract' to prevent the situation from turning into a chaotic battlefield that no one can predict.

However, Noah is different from An'an. Although Noah, the little cotton-padded jacket, often reveals a cunning side that is not at all like a child, when pretending to be a child can bring more benefits in the current situation, Noah will not hesitate to show her childlike demeanor.

As for An An, anyone who has watched JOJO knows that the stronger the Stand, the dumber the user. An An, who possesses such terrifying magic as hypnotic speech magic, naturally has to match the mental state of the imprisoned Purple Man. In essence, she is a child among children.

You can't use 'contracts' or 'reasoning' to control children. Chang Rong had already vaguely seen a skull appear silently behind the option "Present the facts and reason" in the two options that appeared before her.

If I were to try to invoke my identity as the King of Witch Island at this moment... I'm afraid the next second I would just drink a mouthful of sweet water and my vision would go black. When I come to my senses again, I'd probably be in a place where no detector can find me, becoming An'an and Noah's dog, only able to please and satisfy the two kids' ever-expanding desires, becoming a tool for the leaky little cotton-padded jacket to vent her filial piety, and finally crying and reflecting on where my parenting went wrong.

Therefore, the best way to deal with a child's misbehavior is to—

"Okay, okay, what happened just now was my fault. As an apology, I'll fulfill your conditions. But Noah, what kind of mess are you made of with all those colorful things? Go wash yourself first! An'an, you've been fooling around with Noah a lot, haven't you? You're covered in dust."

When dealing with a spoiled brat, if you don't yet have the ability to whip her around like a top with Seven Wolves (a popular Chinese snack brand), the best option is to try playing it safe first.

Chang Rong had no choice but to temporarily comply with the two and cooperate. Upon hearing the words "cleaned up," Noah, who had previously maintained a ruthless expression, instantly blushed.

The two girls had previously learned about relationships between men and women through scattered conversations, which subconsciously led them to believe that 'being clean means the big thing is coming'.

Thinking back on their previous friendly exchanges with Chang Rong, it was all just a sudden, impulsive act without going through the full process. Now that the opportunity to properly enjoy the full service is right in front of them, Noah and An'an have to consider whether this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

"No...Noah knows, but Rongrong needs to help!" "Then, then I will too...!"

After a brief moment of thought, Noah Shirosaki immediately jumped up and raised his hand, looking expectant, requesting to bathe with Chang Rong. An An, adhering to the principle of never letting her best friend have the best, also placed her bet.

"Alright, alright, it's not like it's the first time I've bathed a child—cough cough, anyway, we must pay attention to personal hygiene!"

Chang Rong made up a reason to keep the two kids occupied for the time being. While coughing, she took the children to the bathroom. Although she tried her best to signal to Marge, Marge seemed to be still immersed in the afterglow of Chang Rong's punishment and could not extricate herself. This forced Chang Rong to try to find a way to call for help herself.

Along the way, Noah and An'an clung to Chang Rong like two loyal followers, or like escorting prisoners. Chang Rong, meanwhile, was recalling the process of giving Xiaoxue and Alice a bath, while secretly trying to call for help with her phone in her pocket.

She was completely out of energy; her last shred of passion had been exhausted in the battle against the cunning Marg. Although her little darling and bean sprout's combined fighting power might be about the same as the weakling Marg, she simply couldn't muster any more resources and had to find a way to get by.

Ultimately, it's all Baosheng Mag's fault!

They didn't see any other prospective witches along the way. Those law-abiding and promise-keeping prospective witches, instead, became an aid to the children's reckless behavior. The three of them arrived at the equally empty bathroom, and the president's miraculous, one-versus-three feat of divine intervention did not occur.

"Hmph hmph hmph~ Hmph hmph hmph~ Rongrong is going to give Noah a nice bath~~"

"Let us rest for a bit first..."

The two reacted very differently upon entering the bathroom. Noah, the little cotton-padded jacket, was still full of energy. Like a dragon entering the sea, she happily threw off her coat with a haphazard motion that would make Meruru explode if she saw it, revealing her 'tight, colorful, slender-striped clothing' again. She then cheerfully pulled Chang Rong and extended an invitation.