My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

Just a few days ago, Makoto Aoki was stirring up trouble, acting as both the boss and the savior, but now he continues his ordinary school life.

There's no way around it. Even a savior needs to eat. After graduating from high school, it's hard to find a job without a diploma. You can't exactly write on your resume that you once impersonated King Arthur, Oda Nobunaga, or many other famous figures to save the world. You'd probably be seen as crazy.

Although Makoto Aoki has achieved initial financial freedom through plagiarism, as a Chinese person from his previous life, he still values ​​academic qualifications. They can be average, but they cannot be without them. Moreover, continuing his campus life will help him conceal himself.

Aoki Makoto lay listlessly on the table, his unusually deadpan expression revealing a lack of energy.

Naoki Hiroshima, perhaps suffering from social anxiety, leaned over again: "Aoki-kun, you don't look well. Are you sick? Should we go to the infirmary?"

"Need not."

"You should know that when someone's had their fill of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), this is what I'm like." Aoki Makoto completely regretted letting BB send back the information about the two Heroic Spirit clones. He didn't know if BB did it on purpose, but he didn't see many people monitoring them, but he certainly got his fill of dog food. It's outrageous!

There's no such thing as a clone chasing girls; his original self is single! So, when is my dear Ritsuka coming?!

We chat every day, but we've never met in person!

With such a resentful feeling, Makoto Aoki turned over.

At that moment, the people at the next table also arrived.

"Good morning, Shinomiya-san."

Good morning, Aoki-kun.

Two more unremarkable greetings exchanged. Despite being at adjacent tables, the two continued tidying their desks without even glancing at each other.

Naoki Hiroshima, sitting in the seat in front of him, wiped his face. "No wonder you two are considered prominent figures at Shuchiin High School. You've been sitting next to each other for so long without a single scandal. What a waste of your good looks."

Naoki Hiroshima couldn't help but secretly ask, "What do you think of Kaguya? Isn't she pretty?" Humans are inherently gossipy.

Without a second thought, Aoki Makoto replied, "Not as good as me." (Alternate identity)

Naoki Hiroshima: "???"

Aoki Makoto then realized what was happening and continued, "Friend."

Naoki Hiroshima's eyes gleamed with gossip: "Girlfriend?"

Makoto Aoki chuckled: "No."

Naoki Hiroshima lost his dream.

Makoto Aoki thought for a moment and decided to preview today's textbook to calm himself down. Regardless of whether he became a savior or not, he still needed to maintain his grades. After all, even if a high school student saved the world, he would still face the college entrance exam. What's the use of being a savior if you can't get into a good university? You'll still get beaten up by society. Of course, even if you do get in, you'll still get beaten up by society.

Sometimes Makoto Aoki couldn't help but think, no wonder the saviors are all junior high or high school students. If it were a corporate slave who had been manipulated for decades, he might have just given up and wanted to destroy himself, wanting to take the capitalist down with him.

After all, Aoki Makoto had this thought when he was a corporate slave in his previous life. In this life, he gained a certain social status and money through plagiarism, so his mentality is much better now.

However, they were far inferior to those born into the upper echelons of Roman nobility.

Thinking of this, Makoto Aoki couldn't help but shift his gaze to the "Roman noblewoman" next to him, Kaguya Shinomiya, the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya family. Even in the prestigious Shuchiin Academy, she was among the top students, known as "Ice Kaguya" because of her beautiful appearance and cold temperament. She consistently held the top spot in academic performance.

With her crimson eyes and black hair, her porcelain-like skin rivals that of Eriri, who is of mixed race, and her exquisite features surpass even the Nakano sisters. This is not because she was born with a better appearance than the aforementioned women, but because, as a true heiress, Kaguya Shinomiya's perfection is cultivated with a vast amount of money.

In comparison, Eriri comes from a well-off family, but unfortunately she's a shut-in who stays up all night. The Nakano sisters were so poor a few years ago that they couldn't afford to eat, and their father, a doctor, is far less well-off than the Shinomiya family.

However… Makoto Aoki compared them in his mind and realized that they were indeed not as good as his alternate identity.

After all, Kaguya Shinomiya was a beautiful girl right beside him, so Makoto Aoki naturally compared the two when he saw BB.

The result is that Kaguya Shinomiya, who is most likely the female lead of a slice-of-life anime, was completely outclassed.

Not to mention that BB's prototype, Matou Sakura, is the source of the Sakura-type Heroic Spirits in the Fate series, as a cybernetic life form, BB is practically flawless. You know, even the most well-maintained girl can't be without any acne scars on her face, let alone her absolutely crushing figure.

Ah, Kaguya Shinomiya is truly a flat-chested princess.

Even Makoto Aoki would shake his head at this. What's so great about Ping? He's like a primary school student. So I wholeheartedly agree with Oda Nobunaga's taste and despise King Arthur's aesthetics.

Of course, Gudako is an exception.

"Aoki-kun, please look away." Kaguya Shinomiya's crimson eyes looked over, as if they could draw ice from them.

"I'm sorry." Aoki Seiya realized that his gaze had been a bit too rude.

“Aoki-kun,” Kaguya Shinomiya looked at Makoto Aoki with a cold, slightly disdainful gaze, “I thought that although you were hypocritical, you should at least be somewhat polite, but now…” Kaguya Shinomiya hesitated.

"...Hey, where did I act hypocritical?" Aoki Makoto never imagined that Shinomiya Kaguya had already seen through his adult-like politeness. He just felt quite wronged, but he didn't deny that her gaze had been a bit too obvious.

Kaguya Shinomiya showed no intention of answering, calmly shifting her gaze away as if Aoki Makoto were nothing.

She carries the arrogance and indifference of a top conglomerate's heiress.

Makoto Aoki: ...

Aoki Makoto was both amused and exasperated. Oh well, she was just a little girl. He was a mature adult at heart and wouldn't hold it against her.

At most, he'll show up at the last minute to help when there are monsters, but he won't scare her to death.

And if she ever falls in love with some commoner, he'll definitely laugh at her and cause her all sorts of trouble!

Aoki made this decision with a magnanimous and forgiving attitude.

After another day of wasting time, Makoto Aoki returned to his humble abode.

"..."

Makoto Aoki rubbed his eyes. Why was his front garden such a mess? Even though he wasn't home yet, he could hear the TV program playing loudly from the doorway.

Suddenly, Makoto Aoki's eyes sharpened, and he picked up a small tuft of white curly hair from the ground.

"That's right, there's only one truth!"

Makoto Aoki stormed into the living room, pointing at the white squirrel-like creature sitting on the sofa drinking cola and eating potato chips: "You're the culprit!"

The next moment, he grabbed the thing by the neck: "Spit it out!"

Fake Fufu was furious: "Are you that stingy? It's just a little something I ate!"

Aoki Makoto was even angrier: "Taking without asking is theft, okay! I can forgive the real Fou, but what kind of prestige do you have, you fake Fou? I'd rather throw it away than give it to you, you scumbag!"

The two started playing wildly on the sofa, and the end result was that Makoto Aoki had three claw marks on his face, and the fake Fufu had a small patch of baldness.

"Shameless, utterly shameless." Aoki Makoto touched the wound on his face and hissed, "Using someone else's body, yet he himself remains unharmed."

"Isn't this perfectly reasonable!" Fake Fufu said, hands on her hips. "And you actually dared to hit me! That's outrageous!"

"Get out of here." Aoki Makoto swept the fake Fufu off the sofa and sat down himself. "Speak up if you have something to say, or shut up if you have something to say."

Fake Fufu was annoyed: "Hey, that's such a rude attitude!"

Makoto Aoki rolled his eyes: "Because you never come here with anything good!"

Fake Fufu scoffed, "This is great news! If we succeed, we won't have to worry about running out of mana!"

Makoto Aoki sat up: "Tell me about it."

Fake Fufu rolled her eyes and started scratching again with her two furry paws: "You're the kind of person who's all talk and no action!"

Makoto Aoki deliberately turned his head away: "Fine, don't tell me then."

Fake Fufu held back for a long time, but finally couldn't help but reveal the secret: "The Holy Grail is about to appear."

Makoto Aoki: "??!! What—"