My girlfriend is actually myself.

Chapter 3 Synchronization rate 100%

Having an extra body is certainly a good thing, but the extra body is a young girl's body, which makes people feel complicated, especially since this beautiful girl is someone they created themselves.

Saku Shiraishi quickly searched his mind for entertainment works, hoping to find relevant experiences to refer to.

Unfortunately, works featuring a single soul in two bodies are already rare. The few that exist are either fantasy or feature two bodies of the same sex, which are very different from my own situation and have basically no reference value.

I'll have to figure it out myself.

The above exploration has no additional meaning.

Bai Shishuo raised his head, and the girl's body followed suit. Bai Shishuo lay down, and the girl's body lay down as well. Bai Shishuo reached out and pressed his hand against the chest of his other self, and the girl's body's hand also pressed against his chest. Bai Shishuo sighed in regret, and the girl's body grabbed his wrist in return.

"This ability is such a waste in the everyday world," two voices lamented simultaneously. "We should be flying mechs in the Pacific!"

This synchronization rate is simply unmatched!

However, the world they lived in was an extremely peaceful one, without alien monsters or giant mechs, so this synchronization was completely useless.

Being too synchronized is not a good thing either, because the world will not cooperate with them. The same action may allow one body to sit down, but another body will only fall flat on its face.

"Do something else," two voices said.

"Don't say the same thing twice." Two voices spoke in unison again.

"If we go out like this, we'll be arrested as some kind of miracle patient." The two of them covered their foreheads together.

Shiraishi Saku sighed, got out of bed, and went to get a water glass from his desk to calm down.

The girl followed his movements. Because of their different positions on the bed, when Shiraishi Saku stepped onto the ground, the girl was still on the bed. She followed Shiraishi Saku forward, and then her foot slipped, causing her to fall to the floor.

Shiraishi Saku turned around and supported the girl's body, and the girl followed suit, supporting herself against the air beside her.

Two sighs rang out.

Oh no, this other body is practically an idiot!

No matter what he does, the girl's body will only make the exact same movements!

What is this, the Nara clan's shadow imitation technique? It's completely useless!

With one hand supporting the girl's body, Shiraishi Saku picked up a water glass with the other. The cool water entering his throat made his mind much clearer.

He looked at the girl's body as she drank air and wondered, "Is it really only possible to make the exact same movements?"

He suddenly remembered something.

Earlier in bed, he used both his bodies to pick up his younger sister, one in front and one behind, and left her at the foot of the bed.

They were facing each other, with his left side on her right. If their movements were synchronized, his sister would be pulled in different directions, subjecting her to torture.

But in reality, they successfully lost their younger sister in one direction.

They are not only synchronized.

Why was it possible then, but not now?

Holding the girl's body, Shiraishi Saku returned to bed.

If there's any difference between then and now, the only difference is that back then he didn't realize she was him.

It was his own consciousness that interfered with their performance.

When playing games or exercising, this often happens: actions that you can usually perform smoothly by relying on your senses and muscle memory can be messed up if you think too much or pay too much attention.

The human body has two programs: the subconscious and the conscious. The subconscious can do a good job, but if the conscious mind tries to interfere, it will fail.

That might be the case now.

Shiraishi Saku stopped looking at his girlish body, closed his eyes, withdrew his conscious mind, and allowed his subconscious mind to return.

He tried to feel his body, not only his original boyish body, but also his newborn girlish body. Like an infant first controlling his left and right hands, he tried to make the two bodies perform different movements.

He opened his eyes and saw that she had chosen scissors, while she saw that he had chosen rock.

"I won," said Shiraishi Saku.

"You... won," the girl stammered.

It worked!

It wasn't just due to his subconscious; it was also because Shiraishi Saku had only focused on the boy's body and hadn't fully experienced the girl's body. Although he understood that he had one soul in two bodies, he still subconsciously regarded the boy's body as himself and the girl's body as someone else.

If you don't even consider yourself as yourself, how can you control yourself?

In reality, many people treat their rationality and sensibility differently, and treat the self they expect from them and the real self differently. This is also a kind of split. The other half of themselves that is ignored and forgotten will fall helplessly again and again, like a young girl.

That's getting off-topic. Shiraishi Saku stopped his delusional thoughts and returned to the matter at hand.

He closed his eyes again, trying to adjust his consciousness and give more attention to the girl's body.

When he opened his eyes again, he pointed to himself: "I am Shiraishi Saku."

She pointed to herself: "I, Yukimiya... Natsune."

This time it was much smoother, without any stuttering, just a bit slow.

"You've mastered the knack so quickly, as expected of me." Shiraishi Shuo crossed his arms and nodded in satisfaction.

"As expected of us," Yukimiya Natsune added, crossing her arms as well.

Talking to yourself and criticizing yourself is a required course for every chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) teenager and every veteran otaku, and Shiraishi Saku is no exception.

The conversation, which would normally only exist in one's mind, has now come to life.

"So what happened to us?" Shiraishi Saku stroked his chin.

"That's not important," Yukimiya Natsune pointed out, "the past is the past."

"That's true, the important thing is what we do next."

"Think about how to monetize it?"

"Thinking about how to monetize every extraordinary encounter is too consumerist, too utilitarian, too capitalist," Shiraishi Saku criticized.

"That's true, let's think about life now," Yukimiya Natsune corrected in time.

The two of them quickly started talking, one after the other, about their current situation and future plans.

In this dialogue practice, Shiraishi Saku became more and more proficient in controlling the girl's body, and the girl's words and expressions became more and more natural.

"Why aren't you all up yet? We're going to be late!"

Their conversation was interrupted by the younger sister's knocking on the door.

Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune got out of bed. This time, their movements were very skillful, and no accidents occurred.

Shiraishi Saku was barefoot, while Yukimiya Natsune was wearing slippers as they opened the door.

"Wow, put on your clothes!" Sakura Nene covered her eyes.

Shiraishi Saku doesn't have the habit of sleeping naked; the girl was referring to Yukimiya Natsune. Whether it's mitosis or amitosis, cells don't carry clothing.

"I have no clothes." Yukimiya Natsune looked down at her body.

"Ningning, help me, help her get her clothes," Bai Shishuo said to his sister.

The girl parted her fingers, revealing her eyes, and asked in confusion, "Why aren't you wearing any clothes...?"

She suddenly had a guess, her eyes widened, and she looked at her brother with the eyes of someone looking at a wild beast: "Did it...tear it off?!"

What have you been reading in private?

Even the cheapest clothes aren't something just anyone can tear. Shiraishi Saku and Yukimiya Natsune exchanged a glance and nodded.

This younger sister probably doesn't usually watch realistic works.

Unaware that her fetish had been exposed, Yingyu Ningning shook her overloaded little head as she rummaged through clothes for her brother's girlfriend.

Hers definitely won't work, it's too small. Luckily, Mom still has some of her old clothes at home.