Doraemon for an imperfect world

It stood up and picked up the notebook from Madoka's desk, then put a slice of bread on it and handed it to Madoka, saying, "Try eating this."

"Eat it?"

Xiaoyuan took the bread slice with English letters printed on it with both hands, then looked at Doraemon who looked mysterious, and then gritted her teeth and stuffed it into her mouth. "And then?"

“It’s question time!”

Doraemon stood up, patted his chest gently and said, "Please answer, what are the English letters of the alphabet for apple?"

"I haven't learned that yet, that Apple!"

Xiaoyuan first waved her hands in panic, then blurted out the answer subconsciously.

"correct answer!"

Doraemon said "Don't stop! Where's the banana?"

"Banana?"

"correct answer!"

Doraemon smiled and said, "Just like this, if you use this memory bread, you can remember anything immediately."

At this moment, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door:

"Madoka, is there anyone else in your room?"

"Is Dad here?"

Xiaoyuan suddenly stiffened and said in panic.

"I'll hide right now!"

Doraemon said, and quickly ran to the side, "Wallpaper Room!"

"Madoka."

Kaname Tomohisa pushed open the door and looked around the room in surprise. "Are you alone?"

"Uh-huh!"

Madoka nodded vigorously and said, "Of course it's just me!"

——Because Doraemon is not a human, it is not considered a lie.

"Strange, then why do I hear that sound?"

Chihisa Kaname scratched the back of his head, looked around in confusion, and then his eyes suddenly fell on the wallpaper on the wall on one side.

There was just a strange, door-like pattern on that wallpaper.

“Why would you post something like this in your house?”

"Because, that..."

"Well, forget it."

Kaname Chiku didn't think much about it. "Just decorate your room yourself. Dad will go prepare dinner."

After the man left, Doraemon gently opened the door of the wallpaper room and explained in a low voice:

"This is called the Wallpaper Room, and it's also a prop from the 22nd century."

220

Chapter 220: Madoka: I had a strange dream.

"so amazing."

Madoka couldn't help but sigh as she watched Doraemon walk out of the wallpaper room.

"It's nothing."

Doraemon said, "Anyway, I'll just live here until the wormhole back home opens again."

"OK, all right."

Xiaoyuan said, "You're welcome. You can stay as long as you want."

As he was speaking, Xiaoyuan's father's voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Xiaoyuan, it's time to eat."

"Ok."

Madoka said as she quickly stood up "Wait for me a moment."

With that, Xiao Yuan quickly ran downstairs, and soon came back up with a few plates of food. "I told my dad that I wanted to eat up there alone, so I brought some up."

Madoka said, handing Doraemon another pair of chopsticks.

"Thank you."

Doraemon tasted the food cooked by Madoka's father with gratitude and couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's delicious."

"Right."

Madoka said, nodding in agreement.

Ah, I met a kind and good child.

Doraemon dreamed.

"Thanks for the treat."

After enjoying his breakfast... dinner... anyway, Doraemon couldn't tell whether it was actually breakfast or dinner because of the time difference, he stood up, yawned tiredly and said.

It hadn't slept all night in the previous world, so now when it relaxed, it felt extremely sleepy.

"If you're tired, take a rest."

"I'll clean it up," Madoka said.

"How can I do that? After all, I'm the guest."

"it does not matter."

Xiaoyuan put away the dishes and turned around to go downstairs. "Besides, if you go down there, it might scare mom and dad."

"That's right."

Doraemon said, "Okay, thank you for your help."

After Madoka left, Doraemon yawned again, went back to the wallpaper room, took out a pillow and an alarm clock, and fell asleep.

A dreamless night.

Jingle bell bell—

"Nobita!"

Doraemon pressed the alarm clock, then drowsily opened the door of the wallpaper room and said, "It's time to get up and get ready for school...ah, I forgot I wasn't home."

In the past, because Nobita often overslept and was late, Doraemon would prepare an alarm clock to wake himself up before calling Nobita.

And now, on the bed in front of me, a pink girl was holding a very girlish doll and slowly got up. She first hugged the furry doll with her cheek and rubbed it a few times, and then, as if she was relieved, she hugged the doll tightly in her arms:

"It's a dream."

"what happened?"

Doraemon asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"That should be considered right?"

Xiao Yuan rubbed her eyes and said, "I dreamed of a girl I've never seen before."

"How strange! Generally speaking, humans don't dream about things they haven't seen before, right?"

"Well, you're still a little concerned after all."

As Xiaoyuan said this, she stood up and walked to the wardrobe, then looked at Doraemon with a hesitant look. Seeing this, Doraemon immediately understood and turned around.

"If you really care."

Doraemon took out two props from his pocket and said, "How about drawing what you dreamed about?"

"I can't do it."

Madoka quickly retorted, "You can't do something like that no matter how hard you try, right?"

"It'll be all right if we just get through this—the original beret and the twenty-four-color paintbrush!"

Doraemon held a tool in each hand and explained, "If you use this, you can create an exact replica of the painting, which is what's called a human camera."

"Is that so?"

After changing her clothes, Xiaoyuan came over impatiently and asked, "How do I use it?"

"Humph."

Doraemon spun the original beret a few times, then jumped up and put it on Madoka's head. He then handed her a pen, spun around, and picked up a notebook from the table. "This beret will capture the colors and images you see and send them to your hand and pen. The hand muscles that receive the signals will draw a corresponding picture, even if it's from the recent past. The current setting is for the scene from five minutes ago."

"I see."

Xiaoyuan nodded, then pressed the tip of the pen on the notebook in disbelief, and the next moment her hand moved on its own.

Soon, a picture as realistic as a photograph appeared in the notebook.

"let me see."

Doraemon moved closer and saw a doomsday-like scene. Under the dim sky, above the ruined city, a huge woman-like monster was hanging upside down in the sky, and in the center of the picture was a girl with long black hair fighting with it.

"It was indeed a terrifying dream."

Doraemon nodded and asked, "Is this the girl you mentioned that you don't know?"

"She's right."

Xiao Yuan shook her head in confusion and said, "I don't have the slightest impression at all."

"That's strange. The characters are so clear, they don't seem like figments of the brain, do they?"

Doraemon said, "In that case, why not draw a few more? You can adjust the time by twisting the antenna on the beret."

"it is good."

As Xiaoyuan said this, she immediately got motivated and soon several pictures appeared on the notebook.

The first few photos showed the black-haired girl fighting against the monster in the sky, and she was clearly at a disadvantage, but in the last photo, another white creature appeared.

The creature stood on the wreckage, seemingly saying something, while the black-haired girl lay in the distance, helplessly reaching out her hands towards the center of the picture, shouting unwillingly.

"Magical girl."

Madoka suddenly said, "In my dream, it seemed to be inviting me to become a magical girl."

"Magical girl?"

Doraemon didn't think much about it. "Well, in that case, it must be a character from a TV show or anime that I accidentally watched before. Although my subjective consciousness has forgotten it, my subconscious mind still remembers it clearly."

"maybe."

Madoka said, stuffing her notebook into her bag. "I'm going to go get ready and wash up. I'll bring you breakfast later."

"no need."

Doraemon waved his hand, then took out a bag of Dorayaki from his pocket. "Actually, I have quite a lot of food here."

"OK then."

With that, Xiaoyuan walked down the stairs to wake up her mother.

"Magical girl?"

Doraemon narrowed his eyes and sighed, "Well, it seems that Shizuka has had similar thoughts."

As it was sighing, it suddenly noticed a white figure flash past the window in its peripheral vision.

"what?"

It walked over and opened the window with some confusion, but saw nothing.

Illusion?

Doraemon returned to his original place, took out a Dorayaki and put it in his mouth.