Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

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"Dingling bell~"

The morning self-study time passed quickly and the bell for the first class rang.

However, before class, Eiichiro Terahyouka would check his students' homework as usual.

"Nobita, why is your homework book blank again? What did you do during this long weekend? Stand in the corridor as punishment!"

There was a rage in the classroom, and the poor boy Nobita had to stand there as punishment. He had to stand there for the whole day because he had homework for other subjects to do.

I stood there until school was over and my legs were almost numb and numb.

Nobita dragged his tired body back home and sat down on the stairs, no longer able to climb up.

"You're back, Nobita. Hey! What happened?"

"My legs are so sore, Doraemon, please help me back to the room."

Lying on the stairs, Nobita didn't want to move at all. He was so tired that he was panting like a dog. Doraemon had to carry him up and down. After returning to the room, it was like a servant giving him a massage.

"Yes, that's the spot Doraemon. Use a little more force. My legs are so sore."

"Really? Nobita, you're enjoying yourself while still talking nonsense. Why do I have to give you a massage?"

Doraemon said with a complaining look on his face.

"What can I do? The teacher made me stand outside all day as punishment."

The boy pounded the ground in dissatisfaction.

"Then you should abide by the rules and complete your daily homework on time, right?"

"That's impossible. Even if I wanted to, I would often forget to do my homework. And no matter how loud the teacher lectures, I would fall asleep."

Nobita said this as a matter of course, he was very confident about this.

"Oh, I don't know what to say to you."

Staring at Nobita with a sidelong glance, even Doraemon felt speechless.

There is no point in saying anything to someone who has no ambition.

"That's right!" Nobita, who was lying on the ground, suddenly had his eyes light up, and excitedly pulled the blue fat man, "Doraemon, can you lend me a prop that won't make me feel tired even if I'm punished to stand?"

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly have that kind of prop!?"

There was a look of slight disdain in his eyes, thinking that these words were too lazy and gluttonous, and that they were just waiting for death.

Do you really think that people in the future are so idle that they develop props that can be used to stand in the corner without getting tired? What kind of audience would want such a thing?

"What? I'm sincere. Please, take it out quickly!"

"But……"

Doraemon looked reluctant, but he still spoiled Nobita.

He is clearly asking for help, but he looks aggrieved. He is no different from a gangster who will do anything to achieve his goal.

"Don't shake it, there is actually a way."

After Doraemon's skilled act of acting cute, he finally compromised. He frowned and took out an ordinary square wooden box from his treasure bag.

There is a snake head-shaped decoration on the top, but nothing unusual else.

"What is this?"

Nobita knelt down and looked at it curiously.

"This is the head of a gorgon. It's a very scary prop."

"The light emitted from its eyes can make living things as hard as stone, so it must be used with extreme caution!"

Doraemon patted the wooden box seriously, and a ray of light shot out, instantly turning the trash can in the room into a stone pillar.

"Change...turn into stone..."

"So dangerous..."

Pointing at the trash can fearfully, Nobita Nobi was scared and felt a little scared at the thought that he would turn into stone.

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"Don't worry, Nobita. It's very convenient if you use it carefully!"

Seeing Nobita's frightened look, Doraemon explained patiently.

"I don't care. Change it to a safer tool for me. I don't want to be turned into a stiff stone!"

"Don't be unreasonable. I'm trying my best to find a solution for you. It's all your own fault, after all."

Doraemon angrily placed the box in front of Nobita, aimed at his legs, pulled the wooden box, and a strange beam of light rushed out.

"Doraemon, what are you doing?" Nobita Nobi screamed in fear.

At the same time, as the petrification effect spread, the flesh legs had become as stiff as stone, bronze in color and unable to move.

"My...my feet!!!"

“My feet can’t move!”

"Stone feet, I don't feel any pain at all, it's amazing."

Nobita, who finally reacted, had a smile on his face. He was completely unaware of the existence of his legs and could stand for any length of time.

"That's great. It doesn't matter even if I have to stand in the corner every day. Hehehe!"

"Nobita, I didn't bring out the props for you to rely on them. You have to rely on your own efforts to avoid being punished by the teacher."

Having seen through the other person's thoughts, Doraemon crossed his arms and frowned, as if he had done something wrong.

I hope I don't get into trouble.

"Hey! By the way, Doraemon, how can I change this back?"

The delighted Nobita suddenly remembered a very important question, he couldn't be a stone all his life, so he asked hurriedly.

"Don't worry, it's very simple. Just pull the snake's head and it will return to its original shape."

Doraemon demonstrated by pulling the snake head on top of the wooden box.

Then the feeling in the fleshy legs returned, the bronze color faded, and I stepped hard on the ground a few times without any discomfort.

Just when Nobita was feeling proud of himself, Hiroshi Nobi went to the department store in town with Shizuka after school to do something big.

The goods in the street shops are too incomplete, and it is difficult to collect all the equipment.

"Hiroshi, why did you bring Tachibana with you?"

"Shh, Shizuka, did you forget the promise you made to me? You can't chase the other girls away."

After they got close to each other, Nobi Hiroshi said angrily that wings cannot be tangled and they must get along well.

"I know, I just care."

Shizuka looked at the shy curly-haired girl beside her and pouted sullenly.

The die is cast, it is too late to accuse someone of being fickle. Be it mentally or physically, once you get used to it, you cannot give it up and you can only slowly submit to it.

Little did she know that the more resentful the sweet girl is now, the more fortunate she will be in the future.

It's not a cow but a dragon that plows the land. You can imagine the effect.

Both fertile and delicate land will deteriorate, and the only way to alleviate this is to make the land larger and larger.

……

"Ahem, I think this is the store."

When he walked into the mall, Hiro Nobi saw the sign of a certain family from a distance and walked in openly with his young body.

Because it was a weekday, there were not many people in the store, but there was still some risk. Nobi Hiroshi used mental hypnosis to make them all leave.

"What a cute little brother, why did you come to a place like this? Is he precocious? Why don't you be a good person and help him out?"

The sales lady was watching the cute brother choosing stockings, and in her chaotic mind she recalled the brother and sister who had helped each other out in the apartment that night.

If I go home by trickery... I will definitely be discovered, and it would be bad if I end up with a stain on my reputation.

The excited clerk sighed regretfully.

"Hong, do you... do you really like this kind of thing?"

Tachibana pursed her lips and looked at the dazzling array of goods, her face filled with embarrassment.

The store is elegantly decorated, and under soft lighting, all kinds of underwear and stockings are neatly displayed on exquisite shelves.

The girl, who had never seen any big scenes, felt a little uneasy after coming in. She felt that the air was filled with a smell called **.

"Of course, these are all works of art. They will look great on Tachibana too."

His eyes wandered between the shelves, finally stopping on a row of colorful stockings.

The young man walked over gracefully, his fingers sliding lightly over the packaging of a white silk cat's paw, as if he had found a perfect work of art.

"How about this one? Shizuka, do you want to try it..." With anticipation in his eyes, Hiroshi Nobi turned and looked at the sweet girl.

"Okay...ok..."

The girl nodded, took the cat claw white silk and trotted into the fitting room.

Then Hong picked up a pair of black stockings with lace edges.

Unfold the stockings and hold them up to the light to carefully examine the texture and details.

The movements were graceful and delicate, as if treating a precious treasure.

"Tachibana, do you want to give it a try?"

Nobi Hiroshi said sincerely, then gently squeezed the girl's hand with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Yes…I can…”

The girl responded awkwardly, reached out and grasped the black stockings that she had never worn before, lowered her head nervously, and did not dare to look Hong in the eye.

Under the soft light, Tachibana sat in the dressing room, preparing to change into sexy black stockings.

Due to her lack of experience, she carefully unfolded her stockings and lifted a corner of her skirt, revealing her rosy, curved skin wrapped in the blue and white bowl.

Thanks to the hot weather, not many girls are willing to wear that layer of stuffy safety pants.

After hesitating for a long time, Tachibana raised one of her long white legs and was about to put on her socks when the door curtain next to her was suddenly pulled open by a small hand.

"Tachibana, are you still not well? How about I help you."

The helpful Nobi Hiroshi ran in and spoke gently.

Inexperienced girls need guidance, so this is a reasonable thing to do.

"That would be troublesome."

Tachibana turned stiffly to the side, nodded, and handed over the stockings in her hand.

She was shy and timid, avoiding Nobi Hiroshi's murderous gaze, but at the same time she was secretly happy in her heart.

"It's okay, I'm not tired."

Nobi Hiroshi took the stockings and muttered to himself, then looked down at the stockings for a while and gently grasped the soft ankle with his fingertips.

Gently and steadily, she slowly rolled the stockings up, following the smooth ankles and slightly plump thighs, leaving traces of her fingertips walking.

"OK……"

Tachibana sat quietly, feeling the warmth of her fingertips and the smoothness of the stockings.

Her panicked heart was not calm, her clever little eyes looked around and she subconsciously fiddled with the hem of her skirt.

My eyes fell on Hong's focused face, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart.