Shirou's clones number 30 million

At the same time, investigate every boy who tries to approach Erina and try to "drive him away".

At that moment, she felt extremely alert.

If she continues to live here, Erina will definitely go from being a private chef to a business owner someday.

"Do you think you can replace me?" Erina Nakiri sighed speechlessly.

"It's not a matter of whether I can or can't, it's that I must take your place!"

Hisako Niito paused for a moment, then bowed to Shirou again:

"Please spare Ms. Erina. I don't care what happens to me, but please don't harm her!"

Erina Nakiri paused for a moment, thought for several seconds, and then blushed as she said:

"What are you thinking? I'm just a private chef, that's all!"

Huh...? Erina-san can understand what I'm saying? Could it be... that she's no longer pure?

Hisako Shirato's gaze involuntarily shifted towards Erina.

"What are you looking at! Don't think like that!"

Snapped!

Erina Nakiri couldn't help but flick her forehead with her finger. Noticing Shirou staring at her from the side, her face flushed slightly, and she said:

"Since Hisako thinks she can replace me, let's have a long-awaited showdown. If I win, you shouldn't say things like that anymore."

"Okay! I'll definitely find a way to win!"

"Go to the kitchen. They have all kinds of ingredients there, including the medicinal cuisine you're good at."

Who will be the referee?

“Sakurai… no, let the bodyguards and maids in this mansion be the referees.”

Watching the two leave the living room and quickly head towards the kitchen, Shirou paused slightly, thinking to himself:

What's my opinion?

Why didn't you ask me? Does that mean you assumed I already agreed?

......

Of course, within the white mist space.

"Congratulations, you've added another member to your harem!"

After shaking hands and sharing memories of the day, Shirou Asami began to tease him with a smile.

Shirou Sakurai scoffed at this.

What nonsense are you spouting?

"Isn't that right? When the secretary said she could replace Erina, you looked her up and down with a burning gaze, weren't you looking for the parts of her that could replace Erina?"

"I was looking for something to say, like: You're completely no match for Erina, but I just couldn't find the right moment to say it."

"Haha... It's really hard to find the right moment to make a comment; you can easily miss it if you're not paying attention."

Thinking about his own experience, Shirou Asami couldn't help but laugh.

"It's the same here. There are always a bunch of girls at my house. When I'm halfway through speaking, someone interrupts me. I can't even get a complete sentence out, let alone something as difficult as complaining."

"Serves you right! Who told you to be so reckless? Since you knew the characters in the novel were right next to you, in the same city, then you should have just changed the book, or changed the protagonist's name, even just one character."

"That would be no fun. Spoilers are my greatest joy in life. Oh... that's a good line. I've been wanting to say it for a while now, and I've finally found the chance."

Shirou Sakurai looked at him speechlessly, then laughed and cursed, "Idiot."

As they were talking, the other Shirous came in one after another.

Appearing in front of the two at the same time was a boy with a sword at his waist and an eye patch on his face.

He had short black hair and was wearing a high school uniform, making him look like a modern person.

Judging from his appearance, he's clearly a newcomer.

"Is there only one newcomer this time?" Asami Shirou leaned closer. "Who are you? Why are you dressed like that? The school uniform and sword don't match at all. By the way, what's wrong with your eyes?"

“Uh… my eyes are fine, something’s not right.” The newcomer cleared his throat, drew his sword and assumed a knightly stance, and said solemnly, “I am the strongest swordsman in heaven and earth, Sigias*Dragon*Satan.”

"So it's just chuunibyou, huh? You've been through three lifetimes, how come you're still like this?"

Before he could finish speaking, Asami Shirou suddenly thought of a possibility and quickly stepped forward to shake hands:

"Didn't you suffer from amnesia in your previous two lives?"

Chapter 145 Only Today Did I Realize Who I Am

Chapter 145, Section 146: Today I Realize Who I Am

Kitahara Shirou is 16 years old and a second-year high school student.

Because I was the first one to arrive at the classroom on the day of enrollment, I was able to occupy a seat in the second row by the window.

As a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) patient who has not yet graduated, he always wears strange clothes, carries a decorative long knife at his waist, and covers his right eye with an eyepatch.

Living a solitary life and never communicating with others, he was a problem student in the eyes of his teachers.

This year, apart from her mother and teacher, only two girls in her class have spoken more than ten sentences.

One is Mayuri Shiina, who has no prejudice against chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) and can communicate normally with others; the other is Setsuna Ogiso, her childhood friend and childhood sweetheart.

Although they were childhood sweethearts, their relationship gradually drifted apart after the second year of junior high school.

As my chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) continued, we gradually went from talking about everything as children to now just "saying hello when we bump into each other on the street".

As the other person's memories flooded his mind and his own gradually became clearer, Kitahara Shirou couldn't help but rub his forehead and let out a long sigh.

"I never imagined I was a time traveler. Sixteen years have passed, and I only find out who I am today. You've come too late! Any later, and I might have lived my life as an ordinary person."

"Haha... How about it? Has your chuunibyou been cured?" Tianlong Renshi Lang teased.

"Ahhh...! Don't make me remember this, it's so embarrassing!"

Kitahara Shirou crossed his arms over his shoulders, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"What was I thinking before? I really want to beat up my past self, how could I say so many embarrassing lines without batting an eye?"

"When I'm on the tram, when I'm shopping at the supermarket, when I'm eating at a restaurant... Ugh...! I'm going crazy."

"It's decided! I'm going to live out my days here alone and I'm not going back."

Slime Shirou extended a hand from his blue body, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed:

"Is it really that exaggerated? Loneliness is the coolest thing, I really like what you said."

"Ah...! Don't say it out loud. I just thought the main character on TV was handsome after watching it, that's all I felt."

Because I really liked this sentence, I wrote it on the ceiling of my bedroom with a ballpoint pen so that I could see it every time I opened my eyes.

"I want to travel back in time and give my three-year-old self a good beating. Why did I have to learn such chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) of all things!"

"Not handsome at all! Really, not handsome at all."

Slime Shirou grasped his hand, pondered for a moment, and then looked back on his memories.

"So you learned it from Rintaro Okabe. A hybrid world of Steins;Gate and White Album? That sounds interesting."

"Ugh...! How am I supposed to face school tomorrow morning?"

"Just go normally. You haven't spoken to any of your classmates in the past year. Even if someone is curious about you, they certainly won't dare to strike up a conversation."

"That makes sense, but I still feel really embarrassed. Should I take a break for a while? Or should I just transfer schools and start over?"

"You've transferred schools, what will happen to your childhood sweetheart?"

"What childhood sweetheart? We just lived close by and played together a lot when we were little. In the past three years, we've definitely exchanged no more than 30 words."

"After all, it's just chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). If it were me, I wouldn't really want to talk to you either."

"As expected! There's only one way left."

Kitahara Shirou nodded slightly and said seriously:

"I want to travel through time and go back to the past to rewrite my three years of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) experience."

"Is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of nothing?" Shirou Sakurai glanced at him speechlessly and continued, "You're too self-conscious. In reality, nobody cares about you at all."

"Uh......"

"No one cares what you say or do. Whether you're a chuunibyou or a normal person, the only person who cares is yourself."

Kitahara Shirou fell silent. In truth, that was indeed the case.

"Hey...you're right, nobody cares about me at all. I've really been a failure these past few years, haha..."

He chuckled dryly a few times, and gradually calmed down.

"Although I have Ogiso Setsuna and Touma Kazusa on my side, it seems there is no one named Kitahara Haruki."

"Those slightly obsessive, overly nice people are actually very noticeable. If there are such people among my classmates, I will definitely not forget them."

"Kitahara Haruki and Ogiso Setsuna crossed paths when they were about to graduate from high school, which is around this time next year."

"There's a possibility of me being a transfer student, but comparatively speaking, I think... maybe I'm Kitahara Haruki named Shirou."

"Rintaro Okabe is currently a freshman in college. In that case, the time jump machine, the precursor to the time travel machine, is almost ready to be developed."

"It's mid-June now, so there's still about a month to go."

The man from Tianlong looked at him in surprise, then laughed:

"So, what do you plan to do?"

"I plan to go to Okabe Rintaro's base and steal all the equipment related to building the time jump machine. Time machines are indeed very powerful, but humans have a hard time using them properly."

Kitahara Shirou paused for a moment, then added:

"Doraemon is ultimately just a children's cartoon. If a time machine were to actually appear in reality, it would definitely be abused."

"Oh...? If you do this, Okabe Rintaro will just be an older chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) sufferer, unable to experience the legendary protagonist's life."

"What does this have to do with me? Even if he from another timeline knew, he should be thanking me. Ugh... I really don't want to see him."