Shirou's clones number 30 million

However, while watching the show is one thing, the duties of a disciplinary committee member still must be fulfilled.

After recording for about ten seconds, Shirai Kuroko put away her phone, took a few steps forward, and said, barely suppressing a laugh:

"Stop! How dare you bully a girl! As a member of the Disciplinary Committee, I order you to cease your criminal behavior!"

Shirou glanced back at her, and Shirai Kuroko immediately froze, lost in the illusion, standing there blankly.

Snapped!

"This time, it's all because of what happened yesterday. They actually accused me of playing such a low-class prank. Do you know how angry I was?"

Chapter 235 I'm Leaving If You Don't Change It

Chapter 235, Section 236: I'm Leaving If You Don't Change It

"I will never let you get away with this!"

Inside the alley, Misaki Shokuhou clutched her buttocks, glaring angrily at Shirou.

“It’s only fair to reciprocate. You’ve seen my memories, so we’re even now,” Shirou said nonchalantly.

Seeing this, Misaki Shokuhou's already embarrassed and annoyed expression turned even angrier, and she asked in a deep voice:

"Stop talking like a senior! Who are you anyway?"

"I am the real Shirou Makino."

"Impossible! I don't believe it. Who are you?"

"Well......"

Proving that you are who you are is a very difficult thing.

Moreover, this is a girl who has become extremely suspicious due to her psychological control abilities.

If we continue, we'll probably get stuck in an endless loop of "I am—you are not—I really am—I don't believe it."

Shirou pondered for a few seconds, then suggested:

"In that case, I can remove all my protective gear so that you can see my memories."

"After reviewing my memories from this period, you should understand why I've suddenly become someone you can't recognize."

"But in exchange, I also want to see your memories."

"Otherwise, it would be too unfair that only you know my memories, but I don't know yours."

Since she's already seen my past memories, it doesn't matter if I let her see them again.

In exchange for this, once I see her memories, we'll be truly even.

Otherwise, I would always feel a sense of humiliation and inferiority in her presence.

"this..."

Misaki Shokuhou fell silent, lowering her head to ponder.

Is this person really a senior?

He actually let me see his memories, could he really be a senior?

If he really is a senior, the change is too great. What exactly happened in the past few days?

If their memories were swapped, they could indeed find out whether he was their senior or not, but everything about themselves would also be exposed.

By combining his past experiences with the memory swap, he would know everything about himself.

This is just too shameful.

"Can we exchange only a portion of the memories?"

“No way,” Shirou said without hesitation. “If we’re going to trade, we have to trade everything! There’s no reason to trade only a part.”

After all, who knows how much of his memories she has seen?

She might have seen all those little things in life.

Eating, sleeping, bathing, certain small actions... just thinking about it is terrifying.

"Don't you already know everything about me? In that case, to be fair, I should also know everything about you."

Misaki Shokuhou lowered her head, deep in thought, constantly weighing the pros and cons.

If the other party is a senior, it wouldn't be a big deal to do this. Although it would be embarrassing, since I've been secretly looking into his memories all along, it's barely acceptable to be looked into in return.

However, if the other party is not a senior, once their memories are seen, they will instantly be at the mercy of others.

This person is really strange and extremely dangerous.

"You claim to be a senior, but even if you have the exact same memories as your senior, there's no way to prove it, right? After all, with today's advanced technology, copying a memory isn't absolutely impossible."

Shirou looked at her speechlessly and said slowly:

"You're just being dishonest. If you can't even tell from your memory, what other way is there to be sure that it's me?"

"If you don't want to, then forget it."

"Anyway, for me, we've already settled things."

Sensing the distance in his words, Misaki Shokuhou bit her lip, her face full of hesitation.

Just as Shirou turned to leave, he couldn't help but call out softly again:

"Wait a moment."

"What? Are you going to agree?"

"Let me think about it some more."

"Why think about all that? If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another one. I'm not really interested in you; I'm only suggesting this exchange out of fairness."

"Um... wait a minute, just a moment, let me... think about it for a while."

Misaki Shokuhou couldn't help but tug at Shirou's sleeve, her face filled with hesitation.

I kept telling myself that this was an exchange, a perfectly fair thing. If you want to know everything about the other person, you naturally have to give everything you have.

But that indescribable sense of panic lingered.

Lost in thought, she suddenly noticed Shirai Kuroko standing motionless not far away and couldn't help but ask:

What's wrong with her?

"You've fallen under my illusion spell; it will dissipate automatically in a while."

"Isn't this state of being completely unaware extremely dangerous? What if some scoundrel suddenly walks in?"

Shirou naturally understood what she was talking about, and at the same time became even more certain that she already knew a great deal about his memories.

"It won't take that long, just a few minutes. One more question, do you want to exchange? If not, I'm leaving."

"Don't you think it's a bit too much to want to take everything away from a girl, senpai?"

"In that case, aren't you the same? You've taken everything away from the young without them even realizing it."

"Waaah..."

Misaki Shokuhou was speechless for a moment, then nodded slightly and said softly:

"Okay, I agree!"

"In that case, I'll release all my defenses. Try reading my memories."

"Ah."

Misaki Shokuhou nodded slightly, then tiptoed and moved closer.

"What are they trying to do?" Shirou instinctively took a step back.

"Don't move. If it's just about reading memories, a distance is fine, but if I want to present my memories to you as well, it's best if we're in skin-to-skin contact."

The next moment, Misaki Shokuhou grabbed Shirou's collar, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her forehead against his.

In that instant, their memories began to surface in each other's minds simultaneously.

Unlike the first-person perspective when exchanging memories with other versions of myself in the white mist space, this time it was entirely a third-person perspective.

In elementary school, I made a friend named Dolly, and was deeply affected by her death.

In the first year of junior high school, I was very dissatisfied with my thin physique. Later, I used my abilities to develop rapidly, but it seems that I developed a little too much.

Lately, I've been troubled by the extra fat on my stomach and thighs because I'm often lazy.

In my memory, Shiro Makino appeared many times; his photo was even used as a decorative phone wallpaper.

Our initial encounter stemmed from a chance meeting last summer.

I was walking down the street when I was suddenly bumped into.

At the same time, a low complaint was also heard:

"Ouch! Did you hit your ribs?"

Thinking the other person was talking about them, they became angry and embarrassed and tried to control the other person to do something shameful.

However, after glancing at the other person's memories, she was suddenly surprised to find that the other person was very special, so special that they were not from this world.

The further back you look at your memories, the more novel they become.

So, the world I live in is just a light novel written by some author?

how can that be!

Chapter 236 Please Take Responsibility Properly

Chapter 236, Section 237: Please Take Responsibility Properly

But the contact only lasts for a brief moment, and you can't see much.

So afterwards, she deliberately created several more chance encounters.

Each time, anticipation is accompanied by a touch of anxiety.

I want to know more, but I'm also worried that I might learn things I shouldn't know.