“Don't be impulsive, Your Highness!" the girl restrained the Prince's shoulders from behind, pulling him back. "He's just an elementary school student."

"This kind of brat..." the Prince stubbornly said, "I'll just nip him in the bud, right here in elementary school..."

"That line sounds familiar," Feng Bujue chimed in with a smile. "I must have heard it at least ten times..."

What he was referring to... was naturally "hearing it more than ten times" in real life.

"How did such an unlovable little brat manage to grow up so big!" The Prince was held firmly by the girl and couldn't move an inch, but he still waved his hands at Brother Jue, undeterred.

"Hmm... I've heard that line at least a hundred times..." Feng Bujue calmly replied.

"I'm going to kill you!" the Prince continued to yell.

"That one... countless times..." Brother Jue muttered, stroking his chin. "If I got a dollar every time someone said that to me, I'd be a millionaire by now."

...

Three minutes later...

"Haa... haa..." The Prince was kneeling again. "I can't... I have no strength left."

"Your stamina is a little lacking," Feng Bujue said, looking down at him.

The girl, Ono no Komachi, didn't seem tired at all, and wasn't even out of breath: "I guess it's because he's hungry."

"Tch... You're supposed to be my comrade, yet you're stopping me..." The Prince glared at the girl. "The reason I can't get school lunch... is all your fault, Komachi."

"So it's all my fault, huh..." the girl immediately retorted.

"In that case..." The Prince's face suddenly turned gloomy. "There's no other way... I'll have to frame Komachi with a fabricated crime and sentence her to life imprisonment..."

"He seems to have suddenly realized he's a regent," the girl said, looking slightly flustered.

"I've got it... I'll use the crime of 'giving other people's dogs ridiculous names' to deal with her," the Prince said after thinking for a few seconds.

"Speaking of which... When I was an envoy to the Sui Dynasty, I did give the Prince names like 'Loves Poop Poop Poop Maru'," the girl replied.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue looked at the pair, whose relationship was like that of a comedy duo (a special relationship that exists in the story "The Comedy Duo Life" in *The Twilight Zone*, in which forming a "comedy duo" is a more important life event than marriage), and thought to himself, "This is more difficult than I thought... The Prince is usually abused too badly by Komachi. If I want to seriously damage his mental state and get him to leave... it seems I have to come up with something even more ruthless."

...

Second period...

"Haha~ Art class~ It feels like it's going to be interesting." Because it was an arts course, the Prince's enthusiasm returned, and his mood improved a little.

"Teacher," Feng Bujue raised his hand to report as soon as class started. "The Prince didn't bring any paint or brushes."

Before he could finish speaking, the whole class looked over.

"It's that brat again..." The Prince glared at Brother Jue, somewhat at a loss.

"Ah~ There's nothing I can do..." The art teacher looked impatient. "Prince, just borrow some from the other students."

"Uh... okay..." The Prince awkwardly replied.

But... the Prince's seat was against the wall, with an empty seat in front of him, the wall on his right, and Feng Bujue on his left...

"Komachi, you brought some, right?" the Prince said, turning back to the girl.

At this moment, the girl had just taken some paint and a brush from Kumakichi: "I didn't bring any, but Kumakichi-kun next to me lent me some."

"Komachi..." The Prince's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to say something.

But the girl interrupted him directly: "I don't have enough for myself, ask someone else, Prince."

"What!" The Prince's expression turned serious, and he said sternly, "As the Black Warrior of the 'Ink Brigade', is that really okay?"

"I don't remember joining any strange organization like that..." the girl replied coldly.

"The Red Warrior has high hopes for you!" The Prince continued to spout nonsense in a serious tone.

"Who's the Red Warrior!" the girl exclaimed.

"The Red Warrior is Fish Takenaka-san, who can swim a thousand li in ink," the Prince quickly replied.

"Even if you're just pulling my leg, I don't have any extra art supplies to lend you..." The girl was too lazy to even retort.

So, the Prince's eyes shifted helplessly... to Feng Bujue.

"Hehehe..." Brother Jue met the Prince's gaze with an ill-intentioned look, "... I won't lend you any."

"You bastard!" The Prince jumped up from his seat. "I won't let you get away with this!"

The girl once again restrained him in the first instance: "Hey... the teacher's still in the classroom!"

"Don't stop me!" The Prince leaned forward. "I'm going to use my ultimate technique, 'Flying Regent Poseidon Attack', to finish him off!"

"Oh... that sounds like a good skill..." Feng Bujue said. "I really want to see it once, if possible."

"Eh? You really think so?" The Prince looked happy.

"I'm lying." Feng Bujue's tone suddenly turned cold. "Just hearing the name of the move makes it sound lame."

"Ah—that's outrageous!" The Prince was about to go crazy. "I'm going to squeeze your blood out and make ink!"

Feng Bujue shrugged and replied, "It's paint..."

...

Third period...

"Hoo hoo hoo... Music is my forte..." The Prince came to the music room and immediately picked up a guitar.

"I feel like it's useless to humiliate this guy... This guy is definitely a natural idiot..." Feng Bujue watched him from afar and muttered to himself, "Was my strategy wrong from the start..."

"Lalalala~ Komachi and fish bones are good friends~" The Prince over there hugged the guitar and started singing. "Inside the pillow~ all fish bones~ Ah—hahahaha—"

His lyrics were adorably silly, and the guitar didn't produce any normal melodies at all. In short, he was doing things full of points to ridicule without a care in the world...

"Hey, old man." Brother Jue pondered for a moment and walked over. "I think... you should know when to stop..."

"Ah, it's you again, you little brat." The Prince looked down at Brother Jue. "What do you want this time?"

"It's nothing," Feng Bujue replied. "I just wanted to ask you a question."

"Hmph hmph... A brat is still a brat after all." The Prince smiled triumphantly. "Speak, if there's anything you don't understand, ask me, an adult... no... me, the Regent, and you'll be right."

"Old man, you... you suddenly ran to elementary school to do a trial day or something, you seem very free..."

At this moment, Feng Bujue unleashed the ultimate secret technique that the world of taunts considers a forbidden technique.

If this trick doesn't work, he can only give up...

"Don't you have anything else to do? Like... seeing your girlfriend or something?"