Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

Although I could only see Xueyan's side, she couldn't hide her worried look.

"It's nothing. It's none of your business. Drink your milk and get back to work!"

Giving Kurt an unpleasant glare, Jin Jia snorted in complaint.

If the two of them hadn't wanted to drink milk, they wouldn't have gone out and met the bad guys, and swallowed a mouthful of spoiled milk.

The fishy smell is still fresh in Jin Jia's memory. In the short term, Jin Jia doesn't want to touch any dairy products, even her favorite cream cake.

Until the mouth completely forgets the humiliation.

"Ahem, I feel so bad. I haven't recovered yet. What a jerk!"

Jin Jia clenched her fists tightly and murmured hoarsely.

The rich warmth reaches the stomach in one step, and the hesitating words are full of heartfelt words.

Whenever she thought of her quarrels with him, the girl would blush and her heart would beat fast, with a special and complicated emotion.

Especially the craft work at the end, it almost made her fall completely.

Chapter 172 Fat Tiger's Ambition

In any museum, the jungler and the assistant return together and continue to investigate clues about Phantom Thief DX with their companions.

Hiroshi Nobi was a loyal man and never broke his promise. He did not mention any details of the secret basement, and everyone, including Shizuka, remained silent.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I was delayed for some time because I had something special to do. Please don't tell the curator!"

The legendary King of Slacking Off suddenly appeared, took a step forward, and while running, he apologized with a red face and begged Doraemon and the others for understanding.

His idea was beautiful, but the reality was cruel. As soon as Kurt turned the corner, he ran into the curator who was walking towards him.

The expression on his face was terribly cold, and it was obvious that he had come here to call for punishment.

"Kurt, you actually abandoned the guests again. Where did you go?"

Director Fix frowned and stared seriously through the thick lenses of his glasses at Kurt, who had just returned from somewhere.

This is not the first time this mistake has been made, and it has been repeated despite repeated warnings. If all tour guides had this kind of service attitude, would the museum still be able to operate?

"I'm really sorry, Director. I just went to the bathroom for a while."

Kurt, feeling guilty, pretended to remain calm, twisting the corner of his clothes unconsciously with his fingers.

"I just can't stand it. You always go out to slack off for one reason or another."

He was scolded fiercely, and Fix didn't believe the despicable and old-fashioned excuse at all.

Hiroshi Nobi and the others stood by and watched Kurt being scolded, without any emotion in their hearts.

Fat Tiger and Suneo were even hiding behind and laughing, so it is not difficult to suspect that they were the ones who reported it.

If no one complains, the curator won't know that the employees are slacking off at work.

Ding-Ding-Dang~

Director Fix was halfway through his words when the bells in the museum suddenly rang out. Tourists all around him left, and the lively place gradually became deserted.

"Ah, it's closing time. I'll let you go this time. Hurry up and make amends and send these distinguished guests back."

The curator gave Kurt a long look, as if weighing whether to pursue the matter further.

Finally, he sighed, stroked his beard, and closed the door to refuse visitors.

"Make sure you complete the mission, Director!"

Kurt's worried look disappeared, and he felt relieved. He agreed repeatedly, bowed to the curator and apologized, his heart already filled with joy.

I slacked off during work hours and had snacks with the girl I liked. The key is that I didn’t get any punishment. What a wonderful thing!

With such a mood, Kurt couldn't help but smile. Nobi Hiroshi saw it all and could only say that the boy was too young and was not afraid of his leader doing something bad behind his back.

But considering that he is the grandson of that scientist, it seems that there is nothing to worry about, and all problems seem to be not a problem.

It seems that he is superficial. As a hidden third-generation rich man, Kurt is not afraid of being fired at all.

But speaking of this, the young master's motivation for staying in this museum as a tour guide...

This is puzzling.

Hiro Nobi stretched out his thumb and index finger, made a pistol shape, and put them against his chin, looking at Kurt suspiciously. This couldn't be an experience of life, right?

Even if you want to practice your skills with secret tools, you shouldn't come to this museum.

After all, this island is home to top craftsmen from all over the world. Wouldn't it be nice to just find someone to become his apprentice?

"Director, you said you were going to send us away? But I haven't found my bell yet!"

Seeing that Kurt was about to send them away, Doraemon immediately jumped out and anxiously refused.

"Ah, speaking of you bell, I just checked the museum's security system and didn't find anything unusual. However, DX is so sensitive to system monitoring that it should be easy for me to avoid it. Anyway, the museum is closed today, so please come back tomorrow."

Fix politely raised his hand to thank the visitor.

"Phew, if that's the case, there's nothing we can do. Doraemon, let's go home."

Nobita Nobi put his hands behind his head and turned away leisurely.

Doraemon frowned and thought for a while, then said firmly: "No, I want to stay here. I will never go home before I find the bell!"

"It's fine if you want to stay here, but the museum's restaurant is now full."

Fix looked at the electronic screen full of red marks, his eyes shifted, and a plan came to mind.

"Kurt, you're the only one at home, why don't you let them stay at your place for a night."

"Director, this..."

"Oh, is there any difficulty?"

"No, absolutely not. Let the guests stay the night at my place."

With a professional fake smile on his face, Kurt led the six people towards his home. He wanted to refuse but found it difficult to say it.

I regret it now. Now I'll just consider it as compensation for my poor service.

"This is my home. It's a little small, but if you don't mind, please come in."

Returning to his staff residence, Kurt opened the door and bowed to invite him.

"Then excuse me."

With a nod, several people took off their shoes and walked in. The lights in the house came on naturally, and all kinds of things were piled up around the room.

Nobi Hiroshi took a quick look and saw that the room was in a mess, but he did not find the legendary Youth Training Manual. It might have been hidden under the bed.

"Sorry, the house is a bit messy, I'll clean it up right away."

Kurt scratched his head and quickly cleared the clutter off the desk. This lifestyle was very similar to that of a certain wanted scientist.

"Did Kurt do all this?"

After cleaning the room, Nobita looked curiously at the secret props placed everywhere.

It's a bit like a magnifying glass, but the appearance and details are different.

"Of course. These are the only props in the world. I made them all."

Kurt has a high nose bridge and shows off his "wings" like a proud peacock.

"Tsk, I don't believe this kid has any amazing inventions, show it to me!"

Grabbing the magnifying light on the table, Fat Tiger shone it directly at Suneo with a look of disdain on his face.

With a flash of white light, Suneo's head suddenly enlarged five or six times, while no other parts of his body changed. The function of this item was only to enlarge or shrink a certain place.

"Ah, my head!"

"Fat Tiger, please change me back."

Holding his chin with both hands, Xiaofu felt that his fragile neck was about to be broken, so he could only temporarily put his head flat on the table.

"Ah, it's so amazing."

"Xiaofu, I will change you back right away."

Good news came out of nowhere. Looking at his big-headed son Xiaofu, Fat Tiger's voice trembled as he spoke.

He seemed to have thought of something that could be used to change the short and weak 3.8cm.

Once he succeeds, he will be able to hold his head high and be proud of himself, wielding a three-foot sword and achieving unprecedented achievements.

This is the difference between the offensive and defensive situations.

If you can go, I can go too!

Fat Tiger pressed the switch with great joy, secretly imagining the scene of a tank rolling over the road.

But the development of the situation was not as satisfactory as expected.

When the light was turned on, Xiaofu's head did not recover, but his crow's mouth shortened, slowly changing from thirty or forty centimeters back to the size of a normal person's mouth.

Nobi Hiroshi and others were all shocked.

Maybe it's because we're used to seeing him, without his sharp mouth, Nobita's temperament is much worse and he has no characteristics at all.

"How could this be?"

"Hey, Kurt, what the hell is this prop? It's not a magnifying lamp at all!"

His back felt cold as he looked at Suneo who had turned into a weird creature and felt deeply frightened.

This crappy thing isn't very stable. It can get bigger or smaller.

The hero has limited weapons, and if he makes a mistake again, he will be defeated by even the smallest thing.

How dare you look at the world through a microscope?

Chapter 173 I Look Like Fiji

"Kurt, what the hell is this magnifying glass? It's just pornography!"

Fat Tiger's brows were tightly knitted together, and the flesh on his face trembled with his wide-open mouth. His thick, dark philtrum was particularly distinct, not much different from that of a gorilla.

The way he threw away the headlights by himself looked like a naughty kid visiting his relatives during the Chinese New Year. He is commonly known as the figure destroyer.

"Is this your unique invention? Hurry up and find a way to turn Suneo back!"

His eyes shot towards Kurt like sharp arrows, and Fat Tiger snorted with disdain.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"This prop is called a surprise lamp. It randomly enlarges or shrinks certain parts of the body, so I call it a surprise lamp."

"It only lasts for three minutes, and it will return to its original state after that time."

Kurt moved his feet, slid sideways and caught the magnifying glass that Fat Tiger had thrown away in anger.

Looking at Bonegawa Suneo, who had a big head and a short body, he explained with a smile, without any anger at all, because he had already vented his anger.

You deserved the consequences for touching his props and slandering him. I just hate that stupid big guy for not taking care of me. What a pity.

Big Head Suneo leaned alone on the table in the living room and cursed the unfairness of fate. Nobi Hiroshi and the others glanced at him sympathetically and ignored him.

Kurt came to the bedroom and opened the space closet on the side of the wall. A pink slimy creature flew out and floated in the air.

The outer layer is transparent white gelatin, and the inside is the color of fruit powder. It looks very much like slime, with a soft body without limbs or hair.

"Hahaha, stop messing around, we have guests coming to our house today."

The restless little guy clung to Kurt and bumped around, like a puppy seeing its owner who had finally come home from get off work, begging to play with him.

"Let me introduce you to this. This is Pengpeng. It's my most proud creation. It usually guards the house."

Kurt gently pushed away Bong-Bong, and the jelly floating in the air fell on Nobi Hiroshi's shoulder. It didn't feel socially anxious at all, and it stuck to his body and crawled around.

The itchy spot on his waist was tickled, and Nobi Hiroshi's body swayed left and right uncontrollably. He pinched and touched it, and the touch of his palm was cool and smooth.

It is a delicious-looking jelly, with a pink and white body that looks like Fiji jelly. It should have no problem stretching, and it is soft and can easily hold a large stomach.

"I didn't expect you to be able to create such a successful work, Kurt."

Letting go of Fiji Kita, no, it was a touch, Nobi Hiroshi praised Kurt while putting away those dangerous thoughts.