I Stand at the Forefront of Popularity Supremacy

"Let's go. I don't want to delay Mikoto's birthday."

Shokuhou decided to be the bigger person.

The car sped away, leaving Short-haired Mikoto still standing there, utterly disheveled in the wind.

"Mikoto... birthday? Was that Shokuhou?"

Why did those few words become so absurd when put together? Was she dreaming right now? Or had she already died, and these were the wild thoughts of her final moments?

Shirai Kuroko: Who Are You? Misaka Mikoto? Never Heard of Her!

[This is killing me]

[Because she's too flat, they thought she merely looked alike]

[This is the greatest insult to Short-haired Mikoto, 233]

[They're already calling her that?]

[Long-haired Mikoto is the star here, so of course they call her Mikoto. The other one can only get a prefix]

[Shokuhou's disgusted face, 233]

[Indeed, these two clearly look a little mentally unstable, and like they took too many drugs before engaging in some unspeakable battle out in the wilderness, 233]

"Suddenly... I'm pissed."

Watching Shokuhou's car gradually disappear, Short-haired Mikoto felt her anger reach its limit.

"So what exactly happened?"

Kamijou Touma was the most innocent one here.

After hearing that Bilibili was in trouble, Kamijou Touma had rushed over without stopping to save her. Yet somehow, as he kept trying to save her, things had turned into this bizarre situation.

Touma sighed. "Anyway, let's get someone to bring you some clothes first. That person just now... huh? Anyway, it seems we've all been mistaken for strange people."

Who was that just now?

Touma could not remember.

A region of Touma's brain had been damaged, making him unable to remember the existence of "Shokuhou Misaki."

It remained the same even after changing worlds.

"Then... let's ask Kuroko."

Short-haired Mikoto looked up at the sky. It was actually morning now.

She