Big Adventure In Doraemon

"Well, what kind of letter should I write to Uncle?" Nobita sat on the table biting a pencil and didn't know what to write. It's impossible for Nobita to write an article! Forget it, just write something casually, Nobita wrote while reading.

"Well, Uncle, thank you very much for the automatic pen you gave me. Well, I'm done writing, and I have to sign... Sincerely, Nobi Nobita!" As if finishing a huge problem, he quickly packed the letter Then put a stamp on it and you're done. But Nobita hesitated again, looking at Doraemon who was sitting aside and reading manga.

"Doraemon!"

"Huh? What's the matter." Doraemon looked at Nobita a little confused.

"Well, Doraemon, do you have any props that can see through this envelope? I'm afraid I wrote Nobi Nobita as Nobi Inuxiong. But the stamp has already been pasted on it. If you tear it off, the stamp will be useless , so... Doraemon~~~~~~" However, as Nobita has already made his own plan on how to use Doraemon props correctly, there is no difference between Inuxiong and Nobita, and Nobita is on the side Covering his mouth and laughing: Hey, look at what kind of props Doraemon took out, maybe it will have a miraculous effect.

Doraemon frowned and looked at the well-attached envelope in Nobita's hand, shook his head and stretched his round hand into his three-dimensional pocket and said to Nobita.

"Really, you have no choice but to use it for a while and don't use it as a prank!" Basically, Doraemon would say this to Nobita every time he lent props to Nobita, but Nobita didn't listen every time That's all.

"Perspective stickers!" Doraemon took out a yellow shell with a few buttons and remote sensing props like a drawing board from his three-dimensional pocket. Nobita asked Doraemon in a daze.

"What is Doraemon?"

"Look! Nobita, if you paste this special stamp for props into the item you need to see through, you can see through the packaging or other things that block the outside and then you can directly see the content inside. It looks like That's it." Doraemon took the envelope in Nobita's hand and pasted the strange stamp in the lower right corner of the envelope, then pressed a red button on the yellow shell prop, and then the picture inside the envelope appeared on the drawing board. content.

Doraemon squinted at the content on the drawing board and read it word by word.

"Wild.. Bi.. Dog.. Male?!"

Doraemon stroked his forehead, that Nobita was completely out of control. Nobita hurriedly typed haha: "Okay, okay, the two words look almost the same, that's it, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed... Hehehe. By the way, lend me the prop Doraemon for a while what."

"I can borrow it from you, but you want Nobita..." Before Doraemon finished speaking, Nobita turned off the lights and went to sleep. . .

The next day, Dekisugi woke up very early. Not only did the original body maintain the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, Dekisugi himself also did this in his previous life. The exhaustion of work, the pressure of life and the hopeless future almost overwhelmed Dekisugi. Only then did Dekisugi begin to miss how happy his student days were, without any pressure to survive.

But now that he is sure that he will definitely learn the knowledge and skills of the martial arts department, Dekisugi does not hesitate to exchange his points for fighting, directly turning his fighting into an entry-level level. After all, it’s a constant reaction to the chaos. Dekisugi’s physical fitness obviously hasn’t been strengthened at the moment of clicking on it, but Dekisugi himself seems to have gone through several years of hard training in winter and summer. His own fighting skills It can be compared to the level of a martial arts genius who has trained hard for three years. Of course, the body is still the same body, entry-level fighting skills and a few explosive tricks, but with the current body of Dekisugi, it can be used, but there will be side effects, which will be milder with the degree of use and the length of time. Consequences of severe or severe muscle strain.

After all, Dekisugi is just the body of a fourth grader. Don't think about anything that can reach the sky in one step, even if Dekisugi can have master-level fighting skills, a fully armed special soldier can defeat Dekisugi with strength and skill. Well, let’s not talk so much, it’s time to go to school, Dekisugi rolled over slightly and landed firmly on the ground, then picked up the schoolbag he packed up last night and went downstairs, when he ran into his current mother, Xiaoshan's mother (from now on she will be called Xiaoshan's mother, and her father is Xiaoshan's father.) smiled.

"Xiaoshan is up, hurry up and go to school for breakfast, by the way, the test is going to be tomorrow, how do you feel confident?" Although it was a questioning sentence, it was in an extremely positive tone. Because Dekisugi (original body) has never let her down, of course, now Dekisugi with college knowledge is even less likely to let Xiaoshan's mother down. Just like what is said in the novel, a genius should be given time to grow. Of course, the ten-year-old original body is absolutely inferior to Dekisugi.

"Of course mom, I will definitely get full marks and be number one! By the way, mom." Dekisugi decided to ask for the opinions of his parents after thinking about it, which is a respect for his own parents.

"What's wrong?" Xiaoshan's mother looked at Dekisugi with some doubts.

"I want to learn how to draw manga in my spare time, can I? Mom, I promise I won't get worse grades!" Dekisugi wiped his sweat in his heart, this is really a sense of sight of the dead elementary school student Conan, but Conan It is the first grade of elementary school, and Dekisugi is only the fourth grade of elementary school.

"Well, if Xiaoshan's grades don't get worse, then mother agrees!" For her child, Xiaoshan's mother is still very relieved, although Xiaoshan's mother sometimes feels that Xiaoshan is so stable and mature. It is definitely very difficult for a child to become so stable and mature.

Afterwards, Dekisugi casually drank the glass of milk on the table, took a piece of bread in his mouth, said hello to his father, and went to school.