Roaming through the world of Doraemon

"I didn't expect to be chosen either, but since they chose me, I have no reason to disappoint them, right?" Da Xiong said with a chuckle.

"Nobita, in my opinion, you'll definitely win first place in this competition. You can solve such difficult math problems, so this kind of competition is probably no challenge for you!" Suneo, standing next to Gian and surrounding Nobita, talked enthusiastically about the competition.

"Nobita, Nobita, I made this cake myself. You have to do your best! Dad said this competition means the face of both countries. Dad and I hope you can win."

Compared to the way boys like Gian and Suneo communicate their feelings, Shizuka, who arrived a little later, was much more subtle. Looking at Shizuka's travel-worn and sweaty appearance, she must have finished making it immediately and brought it over. When I held it, I could still feel a trace of warmth.

"Shizuka, thank you for the cake. I'll definitely do my best." After taking the cake from Shizuka, Nobita noticed the beads of sweat constantly appearing on her forehead, took a yellow handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to her.

"Yes, Nobita, thank you!" Shizuka immediately understood Nobita's meaning when she saw the handkerchief he handed her. Her pale face flushed red as she ran over.

"It's alright, wipe your sweat. It should be almost time for the meeting with the Mitsui headquarters." Nobita said to Shizuka very gently, then looked around the crowd searching for the Mitsui headquarters.

The timing was perfect. Nobita strolled through the crowd looking for Mitsui's team leader. Mitsui's team leader was also looking for Nobita outside the venue. Because Nobita was different from the other students who were training together for the exchange competition, he hadn't come to the venue together. Mitsui's team leader had only told Nobita to wait outside the venue at this time on this day.

"Finally found you, Nobita! If I hadn't found you, I probably would have notified everyone in this venue to look for you." Mitsui spotted Nobita in the crowd from afar and immediately ran over anxiously. He was afraid that if he didn't find Nobita soon, they would miss this important press conference. After all, Nobita was a key to victory in this competition, and they absolutely couldn't miss this press conference.

"I really don't understand. Since I've already confirmed my participation in the competition, why do I still need to attend this kind of public TV press conference? Wouldn't it be better to keep it hidden as a trump card?" Nobita didn't understand why the Japanese Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology knew his strength, so why didn't they hide him as a sure-fire way to defeat their enemies, instead of announcing it so publicly?

"Well, actually this is the rule of the competition. Today, in addition to announcing the rules of the competition, there is also the meeting and declaration of the official team members. We also wanted to keep you as a trump card, but we were also afraid that the other side had other uncertain factors. So this meeting requires both sides to send all their team members. This is both a conspiracy and an open strategy."

Mitsui explained to Nobita the purpose of the Ministry of Education's press conference, which stemmed from the cautious and timid nature of the Japanese. They wanted to keep Nobita as a trump card to deliver a heavy blow to the opponent, but they were also afraid that the other side had a player like Nobita, so they decided to let both sides lay out their cards.

"Alright, since that's what you think, there's nothing I can do." Thinking about the strategies played by these Japanese politicians, Da Xiong was also helpless. Japan is really used to being a little brother, and they are born with a servile mentality. They are afraid of both the wolf in front and the tiger behind. They want to ride on the head of their boss, the United States, but they are also afraid that their boss will turn around and fall on them.

"Come in with me quickly, the press conference will start in a few minutes." Mitsui, dressed in a black suit with a name tag on his chest, led Nobita through the crowd into the venue of the International Sports Center.

Stepping inside the International Sports Center, Da Xiong was astonished by the sheer size of the venue. Hundreds of electronic screens, each several tens of inches in size, covered the entire space. Keep in mind that in this day and age, a single high-definition electronic screen was incredibly expensive, yet Japan managed to spend hundreds of dollars on them. It seemed they weren't just trying to showcase their cultural prowess, but also flexing their economic muscles. 963

Below the electronic screen in the venue were rows of neatly arranged seats, which should be the seats used for this competition. Nobita scanned the area with his mental power and found that there were more than a hundred seats. It seems that the two countries have sent more than a hundred mental contestants. I really don't know where they found all these people. But this also shows the power of the state apparatus. As long as the country needs something, there is nothing they can't find.

Da Xiong followed Mitsui's team to the backstage area of ​​the competition. The backstage area was quite large. At this moment, the youths from both countries were already dressed in their uniforms and ready to go up to receive the cheers and admiration of the audience outside the venue.

However, compared to the team members wearing uniforms of two different colors, Da Xiong, who had never participated in training, followed them backstage in ordinary casual clothes, making him stand out from the crowd.

However, Nobita didn't show any fear. Instead, he waved and smiled in the direction of the team. Nobita's greeting made a big difference. Having grown quite a bit taller, Nobita, without his glasses, was full of energy and confidence, radiating his charm at all times. Immediately, the female members of the Japanese and American teams screamed.

Chapter Nine: A Vicious Bet (Fourth Update, Please Subscribe)

Wow, how could there be such a handsome boy in Japan!

"That, wasn't that Nobita Nobi who rejected Professor Kumamoto?"

"He...he actually smiled at me! I'm so happy!"

"Nobita's smile is so heartwarming, I'm totally smitten with him."

"This neon boy is so cool, I want him to be my boyfriend."

The female team members on both sides praised and commented on Nobita in their own languages, all captivated by Nobita's confident charm.

Meanwhile, in a relatively secluded corner of the US team, a girl with long brown hair stood in the team and murmured as she looked at Nobita, "It really is him. He's grown up, more confident, and even more handsome."

"It's one thing for these girls to be like this, but why are you like this too?" A blond boy wearing a blue US team uniform and captain's armband stared at the girl next to him and asked in surprise.

The blond boy is named Sarkozy. He is the captain of the US team in this Japan-US exchange competition and the heir to a famous political family in the eastern United States. He received an excellent elite education from a young age, which gave him a significant advantage over many of his peers.

Because of his superior intelligence, Sarkozy won numerous mental competitions and became a renowned child prodigy in the United States. However, because of this, he looked down on his peers even more. He even thought that if he were the right age, he would probably be running for president by now.

Until this famous young man met a brown-haired girl at a competition. In that competition, the American prodigy Sarkozy lost completely, almost being utterly crushed by this girl. However, for some unknown reason, Sarkozy began to approach this girl, regarding her as his own possession, and always wanted to become her boyfriend. But for a long time, the girl did not agree to the seemingly perfect Sarkozy.

"Because he's already outstanding. He has many things you don't have, things you don't have now, and things you probably won't have in the future..." The brown-haired girl stared blankly at Nobita, her face full of smiles, as if she had thought of something happy.

But the brown-haired girl's comment was a problem. Sarkozy, who should have been enjoying the girls' compliments, felt that his spotlight had been stolen by the boy in front of him. With the brown-haired girl's added insult to injury, Sarkozy was furious. Why was everyone like this? Other ordinary American and Japanese girls were like this, but even the girl he had his eye on was like this. Sarkozy couldn't stand it anymore.

Thinking of the brown-haired girl's constant praise of Nobita, Sarkozy walked straight out of the group and headed towards Nobita's position. He wanted to prove that he was superior to the neon boy in front of him in every way, and that he was just all show and no substance.

"Hey, what's your name?" Sarkozy walked up to Nobita aggressively, glancing at him sideways and asking arrogantly.

"What's my name? Shouldn't you state your own name before asking someone else's name?" Da Xiong replied calmly, sensing the agitated state of the blond boy in front of him.

"Hmph, my name is Sarkozy, and I'm the captain of the US team in this Japan-US exchange match. And you?" Sarkozy was shut down by Da Xiong's words. He held his head high with immense pride, like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, showing off his assets at all times.

"So you're the captain of the US team. My name is Nobita Nobi, but I'm not the captain. I just win a few championships when I have time." Looking at the blond-haired boy in front of him, who looked a bit like a peacock, Nobita shook his head helplessly. So what if you're the captain of the US team? So what if you're the president? Nobita still has the courage to ignore you.

"Hmph, you think you can just take a championship back with you? I think you Japanese are really too arrogant. There's no team in all of Asia that can beat us Americans in mental competitions. I think you should just admit defeat." Having participated in many major competitions, Sakko knows that no one in Japan can compete with the United States in this kind of event. They can only get crushed. I really don't know what they're thinking.

"Why not give it a try?" Nobita shook his head, not wanting to get entangled with this blond boy who was so delusional and lived in his own world. Because everyone has a different worldview, sometimes even if you explain it to the point of exhaustion, some people just won't understand.

"Try it, do you dare to bet with me? If you lose the bet, you have to kneel on the ground and crawl into someone's pocket after the game, how about that?" Sakko frowned, suddenly thinking of a way to mess with the boy in front of him. Facing such an outstanding Japanese boy, only by crushing him to an absolute disadvantage could he destroy their dignity.

"Kneeling on the ground and crawling into someone's pocket, are you sure you want to play like this and won't regret it?" After listening to Sarkozy's suggestion, Da Xiong smiled and confirmed the contents of the bet again.

"Yes, it's kneeling on the ground and crawling into someone's crotch. Don't you dare?" When Sakko saw Nobita asking him again, he thought Nobita was scared and became even more smug. He thought that the Japanese boy was cowardly and that he was so scared by his words that he couldn't even hear what he was saying.

"Since you put it that way, let's find everyone to be witnesses. Otherwise, it might be difficult for someone to deny it later." Da Xiong couldn't help but chuckle. There are fewer and fewer good people who would willingly give money to others, but there are quite a few who would actively seek to embarrass him. He's offered his face, so it's hard not to embarrass him.

I don't know what this American team kid was thinking. Why did he have to mess with Nobita? If he knew how overpowered Nobita was, he'd probably want to die. But it seems it's too late now.

“I’ll witness it then, in case you Japanese people deny it.” Sarkozy said, then found the team members on both sides and told them about the bet between him and Da Xiong. They agreed that whoever lost would have to do it in front of tens of thousands of spectators. This bet was incredibly vicious.

When Mitsui, who was on his way to handle the matter of Da Xiong's participation in the competition, heard that Da Xiong and the heir of a political dynasty in the eastern United States had actually made such a bet, he almost fainted. He couldn't afford to offend either of them. If Da Xiong won, Japan's national image would be ruined. If Sarkozy lost, it would probably lead to diplomatic negotiations.

"Dear Sarkozy, may I ask if this bet can be cancelled?" Mitsui asked Sarkozy, who was standing next to Nobita, with a smile, trying to salvage the bet that was supposed to be a big one.

"Hmph, I have already made a bet with this student from your country, and I will faithfully fulfill the bet. How could I possibly cancel it? Is your country such an irresponsible nation?" Born into a political family, Sako immediately adopted the smooth official tone of his family.

“This…” Mitsui Eibu, a civil servant of the Ministry of Education, was no match for Sarkozy, a member of an American political family. He was speechless for a moment and stood there dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, Da Xiong, standing nearby, nonchalantly remarked, "Why did you cancel? It's rare for someone to come knocking on my door!"

Chapter Ten: Nobita, Long Time No See (Fifth Update, Please Subscribe)

"Alright, Sarkozy, haven't you caused enough trouble?"

Finally, someone couldn't stand Sarkozy's arrogant attitude and his haughty way of speaking. A girl in a blue collared uniform immediately stepped out from the US team and loudly reprimanded Sarkozy.

"Lisa, I... I did this entirely for the honor of our United States!" Sarkozy panicked as soon as he saw the girl walking out of the crowd, his face turning red as he stammered in a flustered manner.

"For our honor, or rather for yourself, I think. What I hate most is self-righteous people like you. You always think you're unique and never really care about other people's feelings." The girl in the blue collar stood straight in the crowd, clenching her hands, her face full of resentment. "963" wished she could kick Sarkozy in the face to vent her anger.

"Lisa, I really didn't mean to do that. I did it entirely to help you see what was so special about that Japanese kid you praised, afraid you'd be fooled by his appearance." Sarkozy, pushed to his limit, blurted out his jealous thoughts about Nobita.

But the girl acted as if she hadn't seen or heard Sarkozy at all, completely ignoring him standing to the side. Instead, she walked through the crowd to Nobita's side, with a warm smile, and extended her hand to Nobita, "Nobita, it's been a long time!"

"Ok!"

Nobita looked at the girl in front of him, who was wearing a blue collared uniform, had long brown hair, and a warm smile. His body trembled involuntarily, and his eyes welled up with tears. He also reached out his hand to the girl. When the girl saw Nobita also extending his hand, she quickly reached out and grabbed Nobita's hand tightly in her own.

"Lisa, it's been a long time." Nobita couldn't help but squeeze the girl's hand in front of him. Fragments of memories inadvertently surfaced in his mind, and his emotions were brewing over those years, those months, and those moments when the two of them were together.

"Ha, looks like you haven't forgotten me!" Lisa's smiling face suddenly twitched into a playful pout, which was quite amusing and added a touch of cuteness to her delicate face with eyes as bright as the starry sky.

"How, how could I forget?" Da Xiong answered immediately, looking at Lisa who was smiling at him, afraid that answering too late would upset Lisa.

"It's good that you haven't forgotten me, but you have to give me back what you stole from me when I come back this time!" Lisa playfully stomped on Nobita's foot, leaving a dark footprint, and then jumped back to the side.

"Definitely, definitely." Looking at the footprints on his red sneakers, Da Xiong laughed and nodded in agreement to Lisa's request.

"Hmph, that's good, you know what's good for you!" Lisa gave a soft, coquettish hum, her little face showing an expression of "I forgive you," making her look extremely petite and adorable.

"Do you want it now? If you do, I'll go back and get it right now?" Da Xiong suddenly said to Lisa with a whimsical idea.

"No, not now. Let's talk about it after the competition. By the way, Nobita, why are you participating in this kind of competition?"

Lisa has been living abroad for several years, and her impression of Nobita is mostly from when she was in kindergarten. At that time, Nobita's mental development was almost zero, and he had no foundation at all. After Lisa went abroad, she trained for many years and finally had the opportunity to represent the United States in this competition. So she was also very curious about Nobita's participation in the competition.

"That's how we participate in the competition. I'll represent Japan, and you'll represent the United States. I'll give you a good performance then."

When the topic of participating in the competition came up, Nobita immediately made a confident promise to Lisa.

"Hmph, you think you can beat me by putting on a show? You should know I'm a top contender for the US team. It's going to be very difficult to beat me." Lisa has won numerous mental competitions in the US. Except for some competitions in remote areas that she didn't participate in, she has always been among the top mental competitors in the US. To beat her, unless you're an extraordinary genius, there's almost no chance.

"Hahaha, you'll see!" Nobita left a slight cliffhanger. With his current mental strength, unless he were given every single word and image on Earth to memorize, there was practically nothing that could stump him. Take, for example, the Oxford Dictionary, with its thousands of pages; Nobita could memorize and even use all the words in it in just five minutes. His talent was so extraordinary it could only be described as monstrous...

Nobita and Lisa's reunion was like that of close friends who had parted ways just yesterday. They were inseparable and could talk about anything, from the funny things that happened in kindergarten to the sadness of parting. Every memory resonated with their feelings for each other.

Meanwhile, Mitsui and Sarkozy, who were watching from the side, seemed to have witnessed something unbelievable. They could never have imagined that the two people in front of them would know each other and talk about everything. If their close relationship could be described in two words, they would be childhood sweethearts, inseparable since they were little.

"Lisa, how do you know him?" Seeing the two of them embracing each other like strangers, Sarkozy finally got jealous and immediately pointed at Da Xiong next to Lisa and asked in confusion.

“I’ve known Nobita since kindergarten. We’ve been neighbors since we were little. My dream when I grew up is to be Nobita’s bride and make him the happiest man in the world.” Lisa immediately retorted when she saw Sarkozy pointing a finger at Nobita.

"Lisa, how could you say that? He's just an ordinary Japanese citizen, and you're the heiress of the DuPont Group, how can you like him!" Sarkozy was like a bomb that had already been lit when he heard Lisa's words, and it was in danger of exploding at any moment.

Standing next to Lisa, Da Xiong was both touched and amused as he listened to Lisa's retorts to Sarkozy. He was touched because these were the words Lisa had said to him when they were little and playing house together. He never expected that after so many years, she would still remember them all...

P.S.: I probably can't write ten chapters now, so I've only done five today. Including the two people who gave me tips today, I still owe you seven chapters. I'll make it up to you slowly over the next few days. I used to always want to give tips, but now I'm suddenly a little scared. So, I'm shamelessly asking for subscriptions...

Chapter Eleven: Be Careful When Getting Slapped in the Face (Please Subscribe!)

"You have never interfered in my affairs. Please stay away from me from now on!"

Lisa frowned, her lips pursed, and her fists clenched tightly. Anyone could see that the girl in front of her was angry and very unhappy.

Normally, Sarkozy would hover around Lisa like a fly, impossible to get rid of. But today, everything Sarkozy said to Lisa, from his family background to his character, was aimed at Da Xiong. He practically pointed his finger at Da Xiong and called him a short, poor, and ugly man, which infuriated Lisa.

Lisa has known Nobita's character and personality since childhood. Although the Nobita Lisa knew was cowardly and timid, the kindness within that body was the most delightful thing for Lisa since childhood. It was precisely because of this that Lisa liked being with Nobita when she was a child, and that their relationship was so good.

“But…” Having been with Lisa for so long, Sarkozy could tell that she was really angry. He quickly ran up to her and tried to explain, but Lisa didn’t listen to a word and turned her head away to walk elsewhere.

Sarkozy, having been humiliated by Lisa, realized that it was all the fault of this unknown Japanese kid. He immediately strode up to Da Xiong, intending to teach him a lesson. He knew that as the heir to a powerful family in the eastern United States, the Japanese government would turn a blind eye and remain silent as long as he didn't go too far.

Thinking of this, Sarkozy rolled up his sleeves, mustered all his strength, and swung the sword at Da Xiong's face. Da Xiong saw that this American kid had been provoked and was now desperate, so he gently pushed Lisa aside and kicked Sarkozy in the face.

Da Xiong's kick was swift and fierce. Sarkozy didn't have time to react, and his face looked as if he had been hit by a train, which caused him to spin 360 degrees.

Watching Sarkozy being kicked away, Da Xiong casually rubbed his hands together and muttered, "I really don't know what you're thinking. You came up here wanting to slap someone in the face right away. But since you're thinking of slapping others in the face, you should be prepared to slap yourself in the face."

With Da Xiong's kick, a deep shoe print was immediately left on Sarkozy's face, making his face swell up as if it had been soaked in water for days. Da Xiong, the one who caused this effect, didn't actually exert much effort. If Da Xiong had really gone all out, he would have added his mental power, and it would have been hard to say whether the American kid in front of him would still be alive.

However, Da Xiong secretly laughed when he looked at Sarkozy, whose head was swollen like a pig's. He had wiped out countless aliens and robots, and he didn't know where Sarkozy got the confidence to think of provoking him.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, you better remember this, my family will make you regret this..." Sarkozy clutched his swollen, red face, writhing in pain, lying on the ground and uttering threats to Da Xiong.

Da Xiong looked at Sarkozy, who was crying and threatening him, and felt helpless. In the end, he was still a child who hadn't even grown up yet, and all he could do was threaten people with the power of his family. Thinking of this, Da Xiong walked straight up to Sarkozy. When Sarkozy saw Da Xiong coming, his body immediately reacted and he kicked his legs wildly and backed away.