Doraemon for an imperfect world

Doraemon asked, "After all, you are German, right? It might be a little strange for you to be in Japan for the first time."

"Whatever. I don't need any special care."

Asuka's voice came from inside, "I told you I'm going to be jet lagged, so don't bother me with this kind of thing."

"OK then."

Doraemon nodded gently and said, "You should have a good rest first."

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the next morning.

"Um……"

Doraemon hugged the pillow and moved gently a few times, then stretched his limbs vigorously, and then sat up while rubbing his eyes.

"How's it going, Shinji?"

Doraemon asked, "Did you have fun in your dream?"

"Well, I'm very happy."

The voice did not come from beside him, so Doraemon opened his eyes and looked to the side. He saw Shinji Ikari standing on the balcony with his back to him, looking at the scenery in the sky, and gently wiping the tears from his face while looking.

"I had a lot of fun playing with my mom. Thank you, Doraemon. I really don't know how to thank you."

Ikari Masaru wiped the tears from his face with both hands as he spoke. After witnessing his mother's death, it was as if a huge hole was left in his heart. The fear made him feel uneasy in his subconscious. This uneasiness was not only not repaired, but even became worse because of his father's abandonment. Therefore, he simply could not trust anyone from the bottom of his heart.

Except for his long-dead mother.

"You're welcome."

Doraemon smiled and said, "We are friends after all."

friend.

This was Shinji Ikari's first real friendship. He often hung out with Suzuhara Touji and Aida Kensuke at school, but it was mostly just because they worried about Shinji being alone that they brought him along. The only people who could truly let him down and open up were his mother and Doraemon.

"Why, did you have a sweet dream?"

Misato Katsuragi poked her head out from the side and asked.

"It's a secret."

Because Ikari Yui didn't want to tell anyone, Doraemon chose to help her conceal it. "But you got up so early today."

"I asked Mr. Fang to wake me up in advance."

Katsuragi Misato said this, yawning without grace, and then said, "The steak I promised you is already prepared. After all, I am an adult who always keeps my word."

Last night, Misato Katsuragi gritted her teeth and bought steaks for four people, including one for Asuka, but because they were frozen, they were thawed in the refrigerator's fresh-keeping layer overnight, and she just got up to cook them.

"But if you're here, who's cooking?"

Doraemon asked curiously, "Could it be Asuka?"

Misato Katsuragi first smiled mysteriously, then nodded to the side. Doraemon walked to her and looked towards the kitchen. He was speechless to find that the kitchen utensils were moving on their own, flipping the steak in the pan just right.

It turns out that Mr. Fangzi was cooking.

So what's the point of Misato getting up early?

"Okay."

Mr. Fangzi suddenly said, "The steak is ready, please enjoy it."

After saying that, four steaks placed on plates flew neatly from the kitchen to the dining table. Doraemon looked towards the dining table again and saw Asuka, who was already dressed neatly, sitting in front of the table, waiting to enjoy breakfast.

"Let's go Shinji, Doraemon."

Misato Katsuragi clenched her fists and spoke in a tone as if she wanted to make back all the money she spent.

"In that case, I won't be polite."

Doraemon said, and he couldn't wait to sit at the dining table and took a deep breath, "It smells so good."

Upon hearing this, Asuka looked at Doraemon strangely, then continued to hold the knife and fork, and waited until everyone was seated before she elegantly cut a piece of meat and put it into her mouth.

"Yeah, not bad."

She said with some surprise, "It's much better than what I had in Germany before."

“It’s just a little less.”

Misato Katsuragi commented as she chewed diligently, "What do you think, Shinji?"

"delicious."

Ikari Shinji also imitated Asuka across from him, cut off a small piece of steak and put it into his mouth, then commented in amazement, "Mr. Fang has such good cooking skills?"

"Humph, of course."

The house robot smirked.

But then again.

While swallowing the steak in her mouth, Misato Katsuragi looked at Shinji Ikari beside her with some surprise.

It feels like this kid has suddenly become a lot more cheerful. Is eating steak such a happy thing, or is there some other reason?

Well, never mind, this is fine.

308

Chapter 308 Personality Disorders.

"Then I'll leave the task of taking Asuka to school to you."

Misato Katsuragi savored the taste of her paycheck and said, "Please, Doraemon."

"Ok."

Doraemon said helplessly, "Miri, you really know how to order people around."

Asuka walked the two junior high school students all the way to the school gate, and suddenly couldn't help asking, "Since stupid Shinji and I are here, then the first qualified candidate should be here too, right?"

"Yeah, Ling Bo is in the same class as us."

Shinji Ikari nodded and said.

"it is good!"

Asuka shook her hair vigorously, with a heroic expression on her face, she couldn't wait to pull Ikari Shinji into the school. "I can't wait to see it."

Looking at the two people's backs as they walked away, Doraemon smiled gently. Just as he turned around and was about to return to Misato's house, he was stopped by a familiar man.

"Please wait a moment."

"You are."

Doraemon looked at the man in front of him, recalled for a moment and said, "Mr. Kaji Ryoji?"

Previously, Ikari Gendo asked Doraemon to help bring two people over, one of whom was Asuka, the second qualified person, and the other was this person.

"No need, sir."

Kaji Ryoji smiled and said, "How is it, Asuka didn't cause you any trouble, did she?"

"No."

Doraemon shook his head "Did you come here specifically to see Asuka?"

"Well, I'm a little worried about her."

Kaji Ryoji nodded slightly and sat on a public bench with Doraemon. "As a childcare robot, what kind of child do you think Asuka should be?"

"Hmm...contradictory."

Doraemon thought for a moment and then said, "Although he seems arrogant, I don't think he is that kind of person."

"Well, that kid actually has a typical narcissistic personality disorder."

Kaji Ryoji explained, "Perhaps it's because of her childhood experiences. I heard that when she was qualified to pilot Unit 2, she excitedly wanted to go back and tell her mother the good news. She ran while shouting, 'People will treat her well after becoming an EVA pilot, and she won't be lonely anymore.' But when she opened the door, she saw her mother hanging in the hospital."

"Eh?"

Doraemon was stunned when he heard this.

Does Asuka actually have such a past?

Narcissistic personality disorder...

I vaguely remember that I seemed to have learned about these when I was in robotics school, but unfortunately, after so many years, I have basically forgotten them.

"Excuse me, what is narcissistic personality disorder?"

Kaji Ryoji smiled and explained, "The most basic characteristics of this type of person are an exaggerated sense of self-worth, a strong desire for attention from others, and a lack of empathy. However, paradoxically, beneath this seemingly arrogant appearance, patients often experience a long-term and fragile low self-esteem."

It turned out to be the case.

Doraemon nodded thoughtfully after hearing this.

"So, Asuka's seemingly strong exterior is just a disguise?"

Doraemon said, "I clearly long to be close to others, but I close my heart and resist contact with others. It's just like..."

"AT position."

Kaji Ryoji sighed, "Perhaps this spiral of contradictions is the essence of human beings."

"I understand."

Doraemon nodded seriously and said, "Thank you. Now I know how to get along with Asuka."

"I should be the one thanking you."

Kaji Ryoji said, suddenly becoming serious. "Speaking of which, Doraemon, given your position, if there was a conflict or even a war between humans, would you get involved?"

For Ryoji Kaji, he didn't come here just to chat with Doraemon, and the previous introduction of Asuka's situation was just a means to make the other party relax his vigilance.

Although Ikari Gendo has made preparations for the possible conflict with SEELE, he still wants to use Doraemon to increase his chances of victory, or at least prevent it from standing against him, just in case.

However, Gendo Ikari knew how bad his image was in Doraemon's mind, so he specially sent Ryoji Kaji over.

"war?"

Doraemon looked at Kaji Ryoji with hollow eyes.

The topic suddenly changed so quickly, this guy must have ulterior motives.

"I hate war."

Doraemon jumped down from the chair and waved his round hands, saying, "If anyone wants to start a war, I won't let them go!"

"That's right. You are a childcare robot after all."

Kaji Ryoji nodded slightly. "If society falls into chaos, the first to be affected will be children who have no ability to survive."

"That's right!"

Doraemon said, "No matter what name it is called, war in which people kill each other is unreasonable!"

"Yeah."

Speaking of this, Kaji Ryoji couldn't help but sigh.

After all, this was how he went through his childhood. He became an orphan because of the Second Impact and could only survive with other homeless children by stealing cans and garbage from military bases. But later, all the other children in the group except himself were tortured beyond recognition and shot to death while the soldiers were "having fun".

"I really envy Shinji and the others."

Kaji Ryoji sighed, "I wish I had a robot like you by my side when I was a kid."

After saying that, he also stood up from the bench. "It's getting late, I should go back. Um... I might as well go catch up with Misato."

"Really."

Doraemon couldn't help but complain as he watched Kaji Ryoji leave, "Why do people always want to start a war?"

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Just like that, after a few days passed, when Doraemon was alone at home and reading a comic book, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Strange, who would come here at this time?"

Doraemon walked over curiously and opened the door. He saw Rei Ayanami, who had short blue hair and looked as delicate as a doll, standing at the door. After seeing Doraemon come out, she said calmly: