Doraemon: I have a book of Kuro's magic

A week of classes is coming to an end soon, and today is the first day of the weekend.

Logically speaking, weekends are the time to sleep in, but Cen Feng got up early today. Xiao Ke, who had just woken up next to him, asked doubtfully: "Xiao Feng, isn't today the weekend? Why did you get up so early? "

Obviously, I had to let it help wake me up during school hours.

Cen Feng, who was getting dressed, explained, "The school gave each of our classmates a ticket for an art exhibition yesterday. The teacher asked us to use this ticket to go to the art exhibition on the weekend."

"Today happens to be the first day of the open day. Nobita and the others have made an appointment to go see the art exhibition together."

"What about me?" Xiao Ke pointed at himself.

Cen Feng said directly without thinking: "Of course you are with me, just stay in your schoolbag for a while like before."

"OK, remember to put some food in your schoolbag."

Cen Feng nodded helplessly, "I know, I know."

……

At the dining table, Aoki Tianyan looked at his brother, who got up so early even though it was the weekend. He was a little curious and asked.

"Why did you get up so early today?"

Cen Feng explained: "I made an appointment with my classmates to go to an art exhibition later, and the tickets were distributed free of charge by the school."

"Oh, that's it. Remember to be careful on the road."

"Know it!"

……

In his luxury car, the man in black, who was sitting in the driver's seat and was both a bodyguard and driver, asked, "Young Master, are you taking you directly to your destination?"

Cen Feng shook his head, "No, you follow my route, I'm going to pick up the classmates who are going with me."

"Okay, young master." The driver in black drove in the direction pointed by Cen Feng.

……

Shizuka: "!!!"

Fat Tiger: "!!!"

Young husband: "!!!" Ugh...

This is too rich! He is truly worthy of being a young master!

Shizuka and the other two people who had already gotten into the car looked at the facilities in the car in surprise.

"Hey, Xiaofeng, did you bring your schoolbag?" Fat Hu asked, looking at Cen Feng putting his schoolbag aside.

"Pang Hu, don't you have anything with you?" Shizuka asked, looking at the empty Pang Hu in her hands.

"No, Fat Tiger. We are going to an art exhibition. We won't be back soon. If you don't bring anything, what are you going to eat for lunch?"

The husband didn’t expect that Fat Tiger didn’t bring anything, but after thinking about it, he thought it was normal. After all, it was in line with Fat Tiger’s character.

"Oh, it's not a big deal." Fat Tiger pulled the husband into his arms carelessly.

"Xiao Husband, remember to share some with me when the time comes!"

Young husband: "..."

Xiaofu, who heard the hint of threat in Fat Hu's words, could only nod in agreement.

Soon we arrived at Nobita’s house.

Nobita had been waiting at the door for a long time. He was shocked when he saw the luxury car parked in front of him.

Opening the car door, Cen Feng found that besides Nobita, there was also a fat blue man standing next to him.

Cen Feng knew that this should be Doraemon, who was also one of the protagonists.

To be honest, although he has a Wanjie sign-in system, he can obtain various items, abilities, etc. by signing in.

But Doraemon's props are pretty good, and maybe I can use them some other time, so it seems like it's better to build a good relationship with them first.

Cen Feng opened the zipper of his schoolbag and took out the high-grade Dorayaki, got in the car and handed it to Doraemon.

Doraemon first looked curiously at this boy who was even prettier than girls in terms of appearance and skin.

"This is for you, it's a meeting gift." Cen Feng handed the packaged high-grade Dorayaki to Doraemon, who was still looking at him.

Doraemon was curious, "What is this!"

"Dorayaki."

"What!" Doraemon stuck out his tongue and licked it. He excitedly pointed to the bag containing high-grade Dorayaki and asked again.

"Is it really possible?"

Cen Feng put it directly on Doraemon's hand, "Of course it's okay."

Doraemon cheered happily, "That's great, it's Dorayaki. Thank you so much."

"By the way." Doraemon stretched out a hand and said, "My name is Doraemon."

Cen Feng also extended a hand in response, "Aoki Cen Feng, you can call me Cen Feng or Xiao Feng."

"Okay, thank you so much, Xiaofeng." Doraemon expressed his gratitude again, and then pushed Nobita over.

"Nobita, please take care of me."

Nobita: "..."

"Don't worry." Cen Feng grabbed Nobita's hand and asked him to follow him into the car.

Nobita looked back at Doraemon as he walked, but don't get me wrong, he was not looking at Doraemon, he was looking at the high-end Dorayaki bag in Doraemon's hand.

Cen Feng knew what Nobita was looking at, and he said silently to Nobita: "There are also snacks on the car."

Hearing this, Nobita looked at Cen Feng in surprise and asked, "Can I eat it?"

Cen Feng nodded, "Of course, no problem."

The snacks placed in the car are meant to be eaten, otherwise what would they be used for?

The five of them ate snacks and chatted, and arrived at their destination unknowingly.

After getting off the car, he told the driver what time he would pick him up and the others. After Cen Feng finished speaking, he walked into the art exhibition with Nobita and the others.

After paying the tickets at the door, the five people walked in smoothly.

Shizuka looked at the beautiful pictures displayed by Kanna and murmured: "Wow! This is so beautiful."

"Yes, yes!" Nobita saw Jingxiang happy, and he was also very happy in his heart.

Cen Feng and Fat Hu also admired the beautiful paintings.

As for my husband.

He looked at a painting not far away and felt a little strange. Why were there so many people in other paintings, but there was no one near this painting.

The husband walked over curiously and looked at the painting in front of him.

The painting shows a big sister wearing a black turtleneck robe.

"Strange, why..." Looking at the painting in front of him, the husband was only halfway through his words, but found that the painting in front of him moved on its own!