The big adventure in Doraemon

“Well, what is the best letter to write to your uncle?” Nobita sat on the table biting his pencil and didn’t know what to write at all, and it was completely difficult for Nobita to write an article! Forget it, just write a little, Nobita writes while reading.

“Well, uncle thank you for the automatic pen you gave me. Well, finished writing, well, there is still a signature… Nobita Keigo! “It’s like doing a big problem, and then you pack the letter very quickly and put it on the stamp, and you’re done. However, Nobita hesitated a little again, and looked at Doraemon, who was sitting on the side reading the manga, and said.

“Doraemon!”

“Well? What’s wrong. Doraemon looked at Nobita a little puzzled.

“Well, Doraemon, do you have any props to see through this envelope, I’m afraid I’ll write Nobita Nobita as Nobita Nobi.” But the stamp has already been affixed, and if it is torn off again, the stamp will be useless, so well… Doraemon~~~~~~” However, Nobita, as a prop on how to use Doraemon props correctly, has long had his own plans, Inuo and Nobita are completely indistinguishable, Nobita covered his mouth on the side and snickered: Hehe, look what props Doraemon took out, maybe it will be miraculous again.

Doraemon frowned and looked at the good envelope attached to Nobita’s hand, shook her head and stretched her round hand into her three-dimensional pocket and said to Nobita.

“It’s really that you can’t help, you can only use it, oh, you can’t use it to play pranks!” Basically, every time Doraemon borrows props for Nobita, he will say this to Nobita, but every time Nobita doesn’t listen.

“Perspective sticker!” Doraemon took out a yellow shell with several buttons and remote sensing from his three-dimensional pocket like a drawing board prop, Nobita asked Doraemon stunned.

“Doraemon, what is this?”

“Look! Nobita, you put this special stamp for props inside the item you need to see, you can go through the packaging that is blocked from the outside or everything else, and then you can directly see the contents inside, you see like this. Doraemon took the envelope in Nobita’s hand, then pasted the strange stamp in his hand to the lower right corner of the envelope, and then pressed a red button on the yellow shell prop, and then the contents of the envelope appeared on the drawing board.

Doraemon squinted at the contents of the drawing board and read it word by word.

“Wild. Compare.. Dog.. Male?! ”

Doraemon stroked his forehead, completely the big nobita was out of turn. Nobita hurriedly snorted: “Okay, okay, the two words look almost the same, that’s it, it’s not early, it’s time to go to bed… Hey, hey, hey. By the way, Doraemon, this prop borrowed me for a while. ”

“It’s okay to borrow you, but Nobita, you want…” Before Doraemon finished speaking, Nobita turned off the lights and went to sleep…

The next day, Chu Mushan got up very early, not only did the original body maintain the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, Chu Mushan himself was also like this in his previous life, the only difference was that he went to bed early and got up early here, and he went to bed late and got up early in his previous life. The fatigue of work, the pressure of life and the hopeless future almost crushed Chu Mushan, and only then did Chu Mushan begin to miss how happy his student days were, without any pressure to survive.

However, since he was sure that he would definitely learn the knowledge and skills of the martial arts department, Chu Mushan did not hesitate at all to directly exchange his little point to fighting, and directly turned his own fighting into an entry-level level. After all, when the break is constantly subject to its chaos, at the moment of going up, Chu Mushan obviously has no physical strength at all, but Chu Mushan himself seems to have been training for several years of winter and nine summers like a hard manager, and his own fighting skills can be compared to the level of a martial arts genius who has trained hard for three years. Of course, the body is still that body, and there are several explosive skills in entry-level fighting skills, but with Chu Mushan’s body now, it can be cast, but there will be side effects, and there will be mild or severe muscle strain with the degree and length of use.

After all, no matter how you say it, Chu Mushan is only the body of a fourth-grade elementary school student. Don’t be delusional about anything that ascends to the sky in one step, even if Chu Mushan can have master-level fighting skills, a fully armed special soldier can defeat Chu Mushan with force. Well, don’t say so much, it’s time to go to school, Chu Mushan gently rolled over and landed on the ground steadily, and then picked up the schoolbag that was sorted out last night and went downstairs, and when he went downstairs, he met his current mother, Xiaoshirt mother (in the future, they will be called Xiaoshirt mother, and Dad is Xiaoshirt Daddy. Smiled.

“The little shirt is up, go to breakfast and go to school immediately, by the way, tomorrow is going to be tested, how do you have confidence?” Although it is an inquiring statement, it is an extremely positive tone. Because Chu Mushan (the original body) has never disappointed her, of course, now this Chu Mushan with the knowledge of college students is even less likely to disappoint Xiaoshirt’s mother. As said in the novel, in the genius, you must also give the genius time to grow, and the ten-year-old original body is of course not comparable to Chu Mushan.

“Of course Mom, I’ll definitely get a perfect score and be the first! That’s right, mom. Chu Mushan thought about it or decided to win the opinion of his parents, which was a sign of respect for his own parents.

“What’s wrong?” The little shirt’s mother looked at Chu Mushan a little doubtfully.

“I want to learn how to draw manga in my spare time, can I? Mom. I promise it won’t get worse! Chu Mushan wiped a handful of sweat in his heart, this really has a sense of death elementary school student Conan, but Conan is the first grade of primary school, and Chu Mushan is the fourth grade of primary school.

“Well, if the performance of the shirt will not deteriorate, then mother will agree!” For her own children, the little shirt mother is still very relieved, although the little shirt mother sometimes blames herself for being so stable and mature, it is definitely very difficult for a child to become so stable and mature.

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