If I had a Doraemon, I would install a traffic light at every railway crossing, specifically for trains.
Once cars, electric vehicles, bicycles and pedestrians pass by, the trains will stop.
If I had a Doraemon, I would not go out to the supermarket, but would let the products pass by me in turn.
If I had a Doraemon, I would have to ask the general manager to greet me every day when I go to work.
If I have a Doraemon, I don’t have to wait for the bus when I go out and let the bus wait for me at my door.
If I had a Doraemon, I would mold a big truck out of mud and drive it to get off work every day.
When I get off work, I would take all my colleagues in the company with me.
I would not be afraid of bad traffic policemen on the road, just hit the accelerator a few times to let them smell the exhaust.
If I had a Doraemon, I would use a magnifying light to make myself grow as tall as I want, and then I would pat Yao Ming on the shoulder and say, "Hey, brother, you must be stunted."
If I had a Doraemon, I would use a shrinking lamp to shrink myself, sit in Doraemon’s toy airplane, and fly all over the room.
Sometimes it would swat mosquitoes, sometimes it would hit flies, and sometimes it would hit the wall, and sometimes it would hit the table.
If I had a Doraemon, I would use a wall ring to drill everywhere I wanted.
One moment I would sneak into a nightclub to secretly watch a Russian golden cat perform a striptease; the next moment I would sneak into the kitchen of a five-star hotel to taste freshly baked food.
Australian steak.
If I had a Doraemon, I would use a snow machine to make snow pile up all over the city, and then slowly blow it with a hair dryer.
If I had Doraemon, I would ask him to take out the drug that makes people sleepwalk, and then use the invisibility technique to secretly give it to 100 people.
At night, I would recruit them all to play games with me.
If they want to play CS, let them queue up.
They formed a row, and I carried a toy machine gun and swept them from beginning to end; then I asked them to form a circle, and I stabbed them one by one with a rubber knife.
After playing, tell them: "Let's play another game."
If I had a robot cat, I would take out the machine that makes people obedient, run to the hospital morgue and yell: "All of you who have the guts, stand up."
Then the dead people stood up; and then yelled again: " You can lie down."
So all the dead people lay down again.
Under the dim desk lamp, flipping through the old diary from elementary school that was already yellowing, and looking at the innocent and ridiculous childhood dreams recorded in it, classmate Wang Qiu couldn't help but reveal a smile of reminiscence on his face.
Hey, at that time, I was really a naughty kid who wanted to break through the sky.
When Wang Qiu was a child, he was a child who loved fantasy.
He once insisted on leaving the center drawer of his desk empty for five consecutive years, waiting for the day when a chubby robot cat would emerge from it.
He also put socks on the bedside on Christmas Eve, hoping to receive gifts from Santa Claus the next day.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed every time.
He also used to follow many friends of the same age to "adventure" around the city where he lived, wandering in "secret places" in children's minds such as abandoned factories, air-raid shelters, and deep mountain reservoirs.
He picked it up and took it home, but was spanked hard by an adult.
However, as he grew older and gained more experience, all the beautiful fantasies he had in his childhood gradually disappeared in Wang Qiu's heart.
In the senior grade of elementary school, he had already clearly realized a cruel truth.
There are no druids in the reinforced concrete forest, there are no vampires in the rusty unfinished buildings, there are no mermaids swimming in the artificial lakes in the parks, there are no supermen or archmages living on the towering TV towers, and there are no dark air-raid shelters.
There are no necromancers or skeleton soldiers here either.
And in the small and dirty green belt of the highway, it is even more impossible to get out of the unicorn shining with holy light.
And it is impossible for me, an ordinary student, to become an Ultraman or a legendary hero in an instant.
I am just like others, just the most ordinary ordinary person.
In the future, I will probably only become an unknown member of society.
I will go to ordinary school, take ordinary exams, live an ordinary life, get into an ordinary university, and then go to the next stage.
The goal is to marry a decent ordinary wife, give birth to one or two ordinary children, and then take out a loan to buy a house, a car, etc.
From then on, he would never empty out the desk drawer or hang socks at the foot of the bed on Christmas Eve until a magical day came.
Therefore, Wang Qiu, who is now a junior, suddenly feels that his mood is very complicated, melancholy, and entangled.
The dimensional pocket on Doraemon's belly was right at his hand.
Although after testing, I was unable to take out any props from my pocket.
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It seemed that Doraemon had imposed some restrictions.
Only those with permission could take out the props.
However, the exit at the other end seemed clearly visible, as if just jumping in , you can travel through the past and enter the Doraemon world that once made people think about it and was full of dreamy colors.
But the question is whether we should go there or not.
Who knows whether the other side is the real Doraemon world or a trap that can kill in an instant?
All kinds of terrifying experiences in the infinite world have made him fully understand what "reality is stranger than fiction".
Wang Qiu put his head into the dimensional pocket again, then looked at the brilliant halo of light all around, and fell into deep thinking.
But the next moment, he found a hand reaching out from the opposite pocket, then grabbed his hair and dragged it out.
No matter who it is, when someone drags him out of his house by his hair, he will always be in a bad mood.
Especially when being dragged out by an elementary school student by his hair.
Normally, this would be enough to make people angry.
But at this moment, sitting in a familiar yet unfamiliar messy room, looking at the sleeping Doraemon next to him, and the Japanese fifth grader with round glasses and a shocked face across from him, Wang Qiu's heart was filled with intense excitement and excitement like an explosion.
"It's our first time meeting you.
Are you Nobita Nobita?"
He bowed slightly and asked politely.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm Nobita Nobita."
Nobita Nobita, who just wanted to steal a prop while Doraemon was taking a nap, but caught a living person instead, scratched his hair in embarrassment and replied, "But, you How did you know me?
Did Doraemon say it?"
"Don't belittle yourself, Nobi-kun, your reputation is so great that it can be said to be thunderous in the multiverse." oshow7: