Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

Chapter 162 Eating Lemon

After they got a clue, Nobi Hiroshi immediately suggested, "Let's go to the future world and investigate in that museum!"

After the words fell, Doraemon, who was digging his face with his hind feet, stopped the action, lowered his head with regret, and said with a little frustration on his face: "The Future Prop Museum requires an invitation letter. If you don't have an appointment, ordinary people can't enter."

"Hey~"

"What a hassle! It's just a bell. Doraemon, can't you just change it?"

Nobita waved his hands as if it had nothing to do with him, thinking it was just a trivial matter.

For an ordinary bell, it takes a lot of trouble to send both a notice letter and an invitation letter.

"How can that be? This bell is very important to me!"

"Nobita, have you forgotten..."

Looking at Nobita Nobi who was shaking his head, Doraemon became very angry. His high-pitched voice became weaker and weaker, until it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"It's particularly important. Why?"

Nobita scratched his face and asked in confusion.

"This... this you don't need to know, just cherish him very much!"

Doraemon turned away with a shy face and refused to answer in an evasive manner.

No one knows what the trick is, but Nobi Hiroshi feels that Doraemon has been behaving uncharacteristically since he lost his bell.

Emotions are as extreme as split personality.

"It's very important. Now that you've said so, we can't just sit there and watch."

"But, is there any way you can get into that secret prop museum?"

Nobi Nobita said seriously that although he was a little slow in character, he had a deep understanding of empathy for important things.

"I remember Doremi said she had a museum ticket."

"I've been so busy lately that I almost forgot about it!"

With a flash of inspiration, Doraemon suddenly remembered his younger sister, took out the future phone from his treasure bag and called Doraemon.

"Hello, hello, is this my dear sister?"

"Brother needs a museum ticket now, please come over quickly~"

The voice was so sweet that it gave Nobi Hiroshi goosebumps.

Looking at the humble look with his face pressed against the phone, Doraemon is definitely a sister complex!

……

……

The three of them sat cross-legged and waited quietly in the room. After about ten minutes, the drawer of Nobita's desk suddenly popped open, and a yellow figure jumped out and landed neatly on the ground.

"Brother, I'm coming!"

Standing on the tatami with both feet, Doremi looked at her brother and made a sound as sweet as cotton candy in her throat.

The cute round body looks like it was carved from the same mold as Doraemon, and its delicate facial features are set with big round, watery eyes.

The yellow body also has no cat ears, but I guess it was replaced by a big pink bow tied on the back of the girl's head.

Even without cat ears, it does not affect the appearance of Doraemi.

As a robot, she has the tsundere nature of a little girl. After greeting her familiar brother and Nobita, she looked at the unfamiliar Hiro Nobi and took the initiative to introduce herself.

And the aid...the friendship master Hiroshi Nobi, who was never lacking in politeness, stretched out his hand and shook it, very familiar and natural.

"Nice to meet you Hong. I hope my reckless brother didn't cause you any trouble?"

Doraemi smiled gently, and the blue fat man next to her became depressed when he heard it. His previous reckless character could not be erased from his sister's heart.

After the man and the cat got to know each other, they had a great time chatting. Doraemon took the opportunity to bring some strawberry cake from the kitchen as a bridge to support the relationship between the brother and sister.

Eyesight is very important, especially when you need to ask someone for a favor, even between siblings, a small bribe is inevitable.

"Brother, there's no need to go there. I'll go to the Future Department Store and buy you a new bell."

Soon, Doraemi understood the situation and said happily while eating strawberry cake.

I was very surprised that DX stole the bell, and I was surprised that my brother cared so much about such a small matter.

"Why...why do you say that too?"

"Doramei, I'm telling you, except for that bell, I don't want any other bells!"

Doraemon was lying on the ground, rolling around and making a lot of noise like a little kid.

Doraemi looked at the blue fat man and dropped the plastic fork in her hand unconsciously. She sighed helplessly and said, "It seems that the bell is really important to my brother..."

"But I went through a lot of trouble to get the museum ticket, so I can't just give it to you for free."

Doraemi smiled slyly, took out the invitation from her treasure bag, her almond-shaped eyes showed a blackmailing look, and she gently shook the card in her hand.

"Okay, I understand."

"Doramei, next time I will send you ten pineapple buns!"

Doraemon smiled shyly and took out the bargaining chips for siblings.

Unfortunately, he greatly underestimated the girl's greed for pineapple buns.

"Dudu, I want twenty!"

Doraemon said calmly.

"Twenty... twenty!"

"...Okay, I agree."

Glancing at the smug Doraemi, Doraemon gritted his teeth and spoke after thinking for a long time.

Twenty pineapple buns? It's okay, just eat a few less dorayaki next month.

"Hey, here you go, brother. This ticket allows six people to enter the museum."

"There's a special sale on pineapple bread today, so I won't keep you company, bye!"

Doraemon handed the invitation ticket to Doraemon, wiped the cream from the corners of her mouth, and returned to the future world in her rose-shaped time machine.

"It's a shame that Doraemon can't go. So Doraemon, let's go find Fat Tiger, Suneo and Shizuka and ask them if they want to go together."

Nobita stood up and cleaned up Doraemon's plate after she finished eating the cake, and spoke excitedly.

"Okay, meow~"

Doraemon took out the Anywhere Door and answered, but he became abnormal again. He started to rub against Hiroshi Nobi's trouser legs like a cat and meowed non-stop.

"This...Is Doraemon sick? Should we ask Doraemon to come back?"

Nobita said with a frown.

"No, I think it has something to do with the bell. If the bell is not found, Doraemon's illness will not be cured."

Pushing Doraemon's head away, Nobi Hiroshi pinched his chin and started to guess.

"That makes sense, but what should we do now?"

"Well, I think we can find some substitutes, like something yellow and round."

Hong said as he searched through the drawers, finding a replacement wasn't that easy.

Walking all the way to the kitchen, Nobi Hiroshi found a lemon from the refrigerator and without saying a word, he hung it around Doraemon's neck, which surprisingly fit perfectly.

“Puchi~Hehe~”

Nobita Nobi looked at the lemon on his collar and couldn't help laughing out loud, while at the same time he covered his face to suppress his expression and avoid making overly exaggerated facial expressions.

"Nobita, what are you laughing at?"

Doraemon, who had returned to normal, questioned. Seeing the other person pointing his finger at his neck, he quickly walked to the mirror and took a look.

I eat lemons!

"This is so embarrassing, I must get my bell back!!!"

Doraemon howled to the sky, looking at the cat in the mirror with despair, and almost laughed at himself.

Wearing a lemon around his neck made him look extremely funny, but it was also an impeccable choice.

It's not like he has no memory of his previous cat-like behavior. If he doesn't wear this lemon, the outrageous things that happen later will only become more and more weird.

After a choice, he could only compromise.

"Hong, what are you dressed like? Are you role-playing?"

"But this pink outfit is so ugly, I am doubting your aesthetic taste."

Their eyes met. Fat Tiger, who was called by Nobita on the phone, stood in the yard, looking at Hiro Nobi at the entrance, unable to say anything.

"That's right, it's so funny, only girls would wear this color!"

The young man beside him quickly agreed, and while he instinctively mocked, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

"No, I think you look good in this color, Hong. Who says boys can't wear this color? Suneo, you have such a narrow vision."

The sweet girl with golden light in her beautiful eyes defended loudly, standing in front of Nobi Hiroshi, and stretched out her hand to blame Suneo. The flesh of her legs that were strangled by the white silk stockings trembled in and out, probably because she wanted to be eaten again.

"Okay, okay, this is not the point right now, everyone listen to me."

Doraemon came out from behind to smooth things over and explained the matter about DX to the three of them.

The lemons became moist under the sunlight, causing Shizuka and the other two to laugh secretly.

Chapter 163 Arrival at the Museum

"There is such a thing!"

"As friends, how can we just stand by and watch? Don't you think so, Suneo?"

When he heard that they were going to the Secret Prop Museum, Fat Tiger's eyes turned into small eyes and he put his arm around Suneo's shoulders.

The latter joined in, "Yes, yes, let's go to the museum and get the bell back!!!"

"Thank you then. When we get to the museum, you must help with the investigation."

Doraemon looked at the two of them suspiciously, thinking that they were probably going to the museum to have fun.

Doraemon curled his lips and took out a pencil to sign his name on the invitation ticket when he saw that everyone was present.

When the writing was finished, the card was transformed into a pile of binary codes, with numbers flying in the air, overlapping and combining with each other in an orderly manner.

After a while, a yellow convertible shuttle bus appeared in the yard. It was the kind with built-in voice navigation. It spoke in a mature, mechanized female voice, inviting the guests to get in the car and set off.

“The card turned into a car!”

"Hahaha, that's so cool!"

"Let's sit down and take a look first."

While chatting and laughing, Fat Tiger and Suneo jumped onto the shuttle bus first and sat down, fearing that they would become the lucky ones who had to stay at home because there were not enough seats.

"The space seems a bit crowded, Shizuka, why don't you put your legs on me."

Then the car soared into the sky and entered the time tunnel. Nobi Hiroshi, who was sitting in the front seat, made a sincere proposal to the sweet girl, and took a pair of white silk legs and swayed them by his knees.

It was just a minor matter, he could barely bear it and was a little tired.

"Hmmmm~"

Under the blue sky, Shizuka leaned on the armchair and admired the scenery of the futuristic city below passing by.

With eyes narrowed, her snow-white face was inexplicably flushed red, her thighs crossed, and she made a soft and unbearable nasal sound. Everything seemed normal!

"These legs are so white, ugh, these clouds are so white!"

"The future world is really different. The white clouds feel like cotton candy."