My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 11 Disciplinary Committee Member Ningning

It was completely silent outside the window; only the shadows of the telephone poles could be seen under the streetlights.

After finishing her homework, Yingyu Ningning glanced at the time; it was already past nine o'clock. She packed her schoolbag, turned off the desk lamp, and went to listen to her brother's room first. There was no sound, so she went downstairs.

She pushed open the living room door and looked around, only seeing the game screen on the TV, not a single person in sight.

Walking around the back of the sofa to the coffee table, I finally saw the two people piled up on top of each other.

Shiraishi Saku lay on his side inside, using a cushion as a pillow, while Yukimiya Natsumi lay on her side outside, using Shiraishi Saku's arm as a pillow. The slight difference in their head heights allowed Shiraishi Saku to see the screen clearly.

Yukimiya Natsumi's long golden hair draped over Shiraishi Saku's waist, and Shiraishi Saku's hand was around Yukimiya Natsumi's shoulder, the two of them pressed tightly together.

If they weren't holding game controllers and looking so focused, Sakura Nene would have thought they were cooking on the sofa.

Both of them noticed Sakura Nene, but neither of them moved, focusing on their own game.

Sakura Nene, hands on her hips, blocked the TV: "What time is it? Haven't you guys done your homework yet?!"

Shiraishi Saku reacted quickly, pressing pause. Yukimiya Natsune looked at her sister and replied briefly, "It can be finished in a little while before bedtime."

"You don't have any homework, it's your brother who has to do it!" Sakura Nene glared at Yukimiya Natsume, displeased that this wild woman was making decisions for her brother. "It's too late, and it'll be taking away from your brother's sleep time!"

"It can be finished in a little while before bed." Shiraishi Saku repeated, having just switched channels. It should have been the girl's voice pausing, and the boy's voice answering.

"Ugh—!" Sakura Nene puffed out her cheeks, interpreting her brother's repetition as favoritism.

She strode forward, grabbing one controller in each hand and snatching them both away: "Stop playing! Brother, go do your homework! Sister Yukimiya, if you don't have anything to do, go play by yourself and don't bother brother!"

"Alright, Ningning's mom." Shiraishi Saku pulled his hand out from under Yukimiya Natsune's head and sat up.

"You're really strict, Nene's mother." Yukimiya Natsune left Shiraishi Saku's arms.

"Why do you two call me that!" Sakura Nene blushed.

As a newly promoted JC from JS, the girl couldn't ignore the title and seriously considered the scenario of fulfilling her motherly duties, raising her brother and the bad woman.

This is roughly the difference between a police officer and an adult woman. If you call the latter "Mom," she will not only not want to raise you, but she will also want to drain you dry, physically.

"I'm not your mother." Sakura Nene pushed their backs hard, urging them to go upstairs quickly.

Although she thinks being a mother is nice, she's not confident she can earn enough to support two children. Leaving aside tuition, living expenses, and pocket money, after the children finish school, there's the cost of a house and a car—at least ten million yuan, an astronomical figure for a junior high school student.

I think it's better for me to just stay an older brother.

Pushing Shiraishi Saku into his bedroom, Sakura Nene pulled Yukimiya Natsune into her own room.

She handed her tablet to Yukimiya Natsune and said seriously, "Yukimiya-neechan is playing games here, so don't disturb brother!"

Yukimiya Natsune felt like a child visiting someone's house.

She opened her sister's tablet, thought for a moment, then clicked on the browser to check the browsing history.

"Why did you click on this?!" Sakura Nene snatched the tablet back, quickly cleared the history, and locked several apps.

"That's really dishonest." Yukimiya Natsune took the stripped-down tablet.

"That's privacy! Why are you so much like your brother in this aspect?!" Sakura Nene was a little exasperated.

"Don't you often look at my browsing history too—look at your brother's browsing history?" Yukimiya Natsune almost let it slip.

"How did you know?! Did my brother find out?!" Sakura Nene was a little flustered.

It was just a guess at first, but now it's been discovered.

Yukimiya Natsune swiped the tablet, her gaze sweeping over the various apps, and finally tapped on the photos, which were unlocked.

The photos include pictures the girl took randomly, including some selfies.

Although Sakura Nene was a little shy, it was nothing compared to the browser history she had just encountered.

Yukimiya Natsune sat on the edge of the bed, while Sakura Nene went out to prepare the bathroom.

Passing by Shiraishi Saku's room, she gently opened the door and peeked inside.

At the desk, the boy's back was bathed in the light of the desk lamp. His left hand rested on the table, with a pen and an open notebook beside him. His right hand held another pen, and he wrote at a rapid pace.

Sakura Nene breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door.

After confirming that the girl had left, Shiraishi Saku continued writing his English homework with his right hand, while at the same time, his left hand moved to grasp the mechanical pencil and press it onto his math workbook.

In Ningning's room, Yukimiya Natsune was flipping through photos on her tablet. Her bright blue eyes were lifeless, her attention not on the photos, but rather on the notebook on Shiraishi Saku's desk.

Her brain was working at full speed, controlling Shiraishi Saku's left eye and left hand to quickly solve math problems.

When you encounter a difficult problem, stop using both hands and use both brains together to tackle it before continuing with your own problems.

In less than an hour, Shiraishi Saku finished all the assignments.

These twins are so useful.

After finishing his homework, Shiraishi Saku packed his schoolbag, lay down on his bed, and turned his attention to Yukimiya Natsune's body.

He controlled the girl's left hand to open the tablet's split-screen mode, and together with his other self, they secretly looked at the data on Sakura Nene's tablet.

However, apart from the photos, all the other interesting apps were password protected by my sister, so they weren't very interesting.

Regaining his attention, Shiraishi Saku recorded another of the twins' abilities.

[Two brains can not only control two bodies separately, but also achieve split-screen operation on a single body.]

Compared to twins, abilities like drawing a circle with the left hand and a square with the right are worthless.

"Sister Yukimiya," Sakura Nene said, wearing a strawberry-colored nightgown and drying her hair with a towel as she returned to her bedroom, "Go take a shower."

Japanese people love bathtubs, and even in tiny studio apartments where space is at a premium, they often manage to squeeze in a small bathtub that can only be used for sitting.

In Japanese anime, it's common to see a family taking a bath in sequence.

Moreover, the bath water is never changed, and it is common for the whole family to bathe in the same tub. Some people living in single apartments will even cover the bathtub and soak in the same tub of water for several days in a row.

However, unlike the customs on the other side of the sea, in Japan, one takes a bath after showering, first lathering up with soap, washing one's hair, and rinsing one's body clean before entering the bathtub.

At the Shiraishi family home, every time they take a bath, Sakura Nene goes first, followed by Shiraishi Saku, who is often too lazy to take a bath.

Today, with the addition of Yukimiya Natsune to the household, Sakura Nene placed the girl in the middle.

Yukimiya Natsune put down her tablet and left her sister's bedroom. At the same time, Shiraishi Saku also left his bedroom, and the two of them entered the bathroom together.

"No!" Sakura Nene hugged Shiraishi Saku's waist and pulled her brother out of the bathroom.