Doraemon for an imperfect world

"That's weird."

Doraemon said puzzledly, "Normally this item shouldn't go wrong."

"So, the most suitable career for me is to be a cartoonist, right?"

Yoshida Saki asked.

"Yes."

Doraemon nodded and said, "But if you want to become a qualified cartoonist, you have to practice very hard."

"I see."

Yoshida Saki agreed immediately, "I will try my best...but how should I learn?"

"Indeed, it requires a teacher?"

Doraemon thought for a moment, took out the photo talking liquid from his pocket, then took out the comic book that he treasured in his pocket, turned to the last page where the author's portrait was printed, and gently sprayed the liquid on it.

"Hello, Nyanko-Fuji-nyan-sensei."

Doraemon introduced himself, "You should still remember me, right?"

"Oh, it's Doraemon."

Seeing this, the person in the comic immediately said, "It's all thanks to you for the last comic incident."

"You're welcome."

Doraemon said, "Actually, this time I have something to ask of you."

Doraemon said, moving aside to reveal Yoshida Saki behind him. "Could you please teach this girl how to draw manga?"

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Chapter 275: Scum should go to hell.

"I see. So you want to learn comic book techniques?"

"No problem," said Meowko Fujimeow.

"That's great."

Doraemon turned to Yoshida Saki and said, "This Fuji-nyan-sensei is a super talented manga artist who created the popular manga "Lion Mask". If you study hard under him, you will definitely become an outstanding manga artist."

"Thank you!"

Yoshida Saki quickly bowed, flattered.

She herself is a person who often feels inferior. After getting used to being an unknown person in school, she felt uncomfortable when someone suddenly wanted to help her.

Doraemon didn't say much, it just smiled and walked aside. Although it also felt that Yoshida Saki's personality was a little easy to be bullied, that was the result of her past experiences. This was far from being solved by empty words like "You have to be brave" or "Don't be inferior to me" - if you have to force an introvert to be cheerful, that is really unreasonable.

Therefore, after Yoshida Saki sat down at the desk, Doraemon quietly walked to the side, leaned against the corner, took out the wallpaper and pasted it on the wall, and then went in to rest - it had been busy all day and had not rested yet, and now the whole cat was extremely sleepy.

The next morning:

"Um……"

Doraemon stretched hard, rubbed his eyes and walked out of the wallpaper room. As soon as he came out, he saw Yoshida Saki lying on the desk with a pen in her hand. It was obvious that she had fallen asleep accidentally at some point.

"This kid is really hardworking. He was obviously very sleepy but he persisted until four in the morning before falling asleep."

Fujiniao in the photo sighed, "She's just a little too insecure. I just pointed out some of her common mistakes that newbies make, and she kept apologizing."

"Are you trying so hard?"

Doraemon couldn't help but sigh, "So, Mr. Fuji-nyan, do you think this child has the talent to become a cartoonist?"

"Talent?"

Fuji-nyanko smiled and replied, "To become a qualified cartoonist, talent alone is not enough, but this child is very delicate and sensitive. I think he should be able to create quite excellent works, right?"

"That's it."

Doraemon nodded, then took out a water gun-shaped prop from his pocket - the Floating Beam, which can be used to make people or objects float.

It first aimed at Yoshida Saki and made her float up, then carefully placed the girl on the bed, then took out a pocket watch, took the girl's hand and pressed the pause button.

"It's been hard practicing late into the night."

Doraemon said softly, "Anyway, let's take a good rest first."

Yoshida Saki, who was placed on the bed, subconsciously hugged the quilt beside her, sobbing softly as if she had a nightmare:

"I'm sorry, Xiaohua... I'm such a useless and weak woman, I can't be your mother..."

Doraemon: ...

It sighed softly.

No, I must find a way to teach those drug dealers a lesson!

Doraemon waited for several hours, and only when he saw that Yoshida Saki was about to wake up did he start time flowing again.

Yoshida Saki slowly opened her eyes, and at first looked at the ceiling in front of her in a daze, which was both familiar and unfamiliar. Then, as if she suddenly came to her senses, she looked at the alarm clock on the table, but was surprised to find that not much time had actually passed.

But I felt like I had slept for a long time and didn't feel tired at all.

"Are you ready for school?"

Doraemon asked with a smile.

"Ah."

Yoshida Saki crossed her arms with one hand and nodded with some embarrassment.

I have to face those classmates again...

"Don't worry, I'll follow you secretly."

Doraemon comforted him, "If anyone bullies you again, I will help."

"Thank you, Master Devil."

Yoshida Saki lowered her head and said, "I will definitely work hard to change, and I will never let your help go to waste."

Doraemon shook his head gently. "You don't need to change yourself to please others. There are many ways to live. As long as you can satisfy yourself, that's enough."

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but stand there in a daze when he heard that.

No one had ever said such words to her, no one had ever really wanted to help her.

She has been trying desperately to change herself. She learned how to put on makeup to look good, sold her body to fit in, and allowed her boyfriend to do whatever he wanted to her to please her. She tried her best to please everyone, but this was the first time someone said to her, "Make yourself satisfied."

"I see."

Yoshida Saki said, "Then I'll go get ready for school."

After packing up, Yoshida Saki immediately walked towards the school. Although she was still confused about the future, she was no longer so uneasy for some reason.

Thinking of this, Yoshida Saki couldn't help but pause for a moment when passing by the bookstore.

A cartoonist?

Can someone like me who has accomplished nothing really become a qualified cartoonist?

As she was thinking, Yoshida Saki suddenly felt someone gently patting her shoulder, and at the same time, a voice that made her tremble all over rang out:

"What's wrong? Why are you standing at the door of the bookstore? Is there a book you want?"

This voice is... Hayato!

Yoshida Saki turned her head suddenly, her pupils almost trembling as she looked at the culprit who had brought her to eternal damnation. She should have seen his true face long ago, but she continued to deceive herself and indulge in his lies, obsessed with unrealistic dreams and willingly became his tool to make money. It was not until her fantasy was shattered and she lost her value and was abandoned that she realized how pathetic she was.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The man, wearing earrings and practically looking like a scoundrel, bent down slightly and asked, "Is there a book you want but no money? It's really a headache to make such a lovely girl suffer. How about this, if there's a book you like, I'll buy it for you?"

In the past, I fell head over heels for the other person just because he said "cute". It was the first time that someone else praised me, and it was the first time I felt false "love" in my life.

"no need!"

Yoshida Saki almost trembled as she slapped the other person's hand and ran towards the school as fast as she could, as if she was running for her life.

"Ok?"

Hayato couldn't help but frown. The girl obviously looked very gullible, so why did she suddenly run away? Did she realize something?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly chased after him. After all, he had too many shameful things on him. If the other party called the police, he would probably have to go to jail for at least fifteen years.

Caught up, why?

Yoshida Saki ran away desperately, but how could her physical fitness compare to that of an adult man? At this moment, even just hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer made her feel unspeakable fear, as if the nightmare of her previous life was rushing towards her again, trying to drag her back into the bottomless abyss.

No, no! Absolutely not!

Yoshida Saki almost ran away desperately, but the next moment Hayato's hand grabbed her braid.

And at the moment when Yoshida Saki felt severe pain, Hayato was suddenly sucked in by some invisible force, twisted and deformed, and disappeared on the spot.

"Do not worry."

Doraemon, holding the Hell Bottom Box, flew down from the sky wearing a bamboo dragonfly and said, "I told you I would help someone who was bullying you, right?"

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Chapter 276: The Gate of Glory.

Snapped--

Hayato fell to the hard floor, and the pain made him hold his buttocks and said:

"Ah...it hurts so much, that damn bitch——"

Before he could finish his words, a pair of red-hot iron clamps clamped his tongue. The severe pain almost made him unable to speak.

Hayato struggled hard, but soon a huge shadow enveloped him and frightened him so much that he couldn't speak.

"I am Yama, the King of Hell, and I am going to judge you now!"

A ferocious figure said, "You're secretly trafficking drugs, right? You're also kidnapping women for prostitution, secretly selling clients to black market doctors, and persuading others to take drugs. Your lies and acts of violence are countless and simply unforgivable. Let me give you a good taste of what hell feels like!"

As he was speaking, the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards beside him suddenly grabbed him with huge pliers and threw him into the hell which was literally filled with mountains of knives and seas of fire.

Doraemon listened to the barely audible screams coming from the box, angrily threw the box back into his pocket, and then comforted the frightened girl, saying, "Don't worry, he's already in hell. Let Yanma decide what happens next."

Yoshida Saki looked at Doraemon, feeling the sense of security brought by the devil in front of her, and finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Wait, Yama?

Isn’t the devil in the Western hell?

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but think of it, but gave up this inexplicable idea the next moment.

If there really is hell in the world, then it would be impossible to differentiate things according to human nationality.

but……

Yoshida Saki looked at the blue existence in front of her with a gentle smile, as kind as Ksitigarbha, and couldn't help but think.

Is He really the devil?

"Okay, go to school with peace of mind."

Doraemon picked up the schoolbag that Yoshida Saki had thrown away and put it back on her shoulder, then patted her shoulder gently and said, "He can't bully you anymore."

"Thank you...thank you."

Yoshida Saki spoke empty words, and for a moment she even blamed herself for only being able to say "thank you".

"You are welcome."

Doraemon smiled and said, "Let's go to school."

Yoshida Saki nodded and walked towards the school.

Familiar courses, familiar teachers, familiar classmates.

Still due to the psychological trauma of her previous life, Yoshida Saki ignored all the classmates who tried to greet her. She was afraid of them, afraid of those who would only continue to hurt her.

Apart from……

Yoshida Saki couldn't help but look up at the sky.