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Chapter 191 Familiar Recipes, Familiar Tastes

Just him and Chu Mushan alone, in the case of taking turns playing, probably can win more than half of the points.

Not to mention that there are Fat Tigers and several other players with better baseball skills in the Fat Tigers.

As long as they can maintain this style, then there is a high probability that there will be no major problems in the friendly match at that time.

Not to mention, Lin Feng and Shizuka were talking and laughing while walking back, while discussing how the Saturday friendly baseball match would develop.

On the other side, Nobita Nobita, who came home, couldn't help but began to hold Doraemon and cry non-stop.

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"Ooooooo, Doraemon, you must help me this time...!"

Such a familiar recipe, such a familiar opening method, and such a familiar line.

At this moment, Doraemon, who was sitting cross-legged in the room, sipping tea and cakes, also lowered his brows helplessly after hearing Nobita's voice from downstairs.

Obviously, even his people have heard Daxiong's mourning voice before seeing him. For anyone who is in a good mood, this is a relatively big blow.

If Doraemon was in a good mood just now, eating tea cakes and reading comic books, then after he heard Nobita's sad voice like mourning, the mood of the two of them also changed. Something is getting worse.

It can only be said that sometimes Nobita is a bit of a beating guy. Not only does he sometimes make himself very irrational because of his personality, but he also makes himself ugly sometimes.

Moreover, his behavior will also bring some psychological pressure to the people around him, which will cause the people around him to be in a bad mood just like him.

"What's going on this time? Daxiong, please, every time you encounter a problem, can you first think of a way to solve it?"

"Looking like you, you come here to seek help from others when you encounter a little problem, what kind of man is it?"

"If you continue like this, when will you really grow up and become an independent person!"

Every time this topic is mentioned, Doraemon will become a little bit bitter about iron and steel. After all, this guy Nobita is really easy to make people feel a little disappointed sometimes.

"Oh, let's talk about these things next time. What I want to tell you next is related to the honor of our entire class."

Although it is true that Doraemon is showing a bit of hatred for iron and steel, this guy Nobita didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, he rushed over directly, hugged Doraemon, and then began to complain.

That guy really made me cry. Not only did he explain in detail some of his experiences on the baseball field today.

Moreover, he conflated the whole thing, exaggerated his failure to leave the factory, and exaggerated the serious consequences of the entire baseball game.

Anyway, in a nutshell, Nobita's purpose is to let Doraemon come up with a prop that can make his baseball skills grow rapidly.

As long as he can have such a prop that allows his baseball skills to surpass Lin Feng and Dekisugi, then Nobita can become famous in the entire baseball field and become the focus of everyone's attention.

I have to say that sometimes Nobita really takes it for granted. With his amazing brain power, he can always think about problems so simply and clearly.

Sometimes I really don't know how to evaluate whether he is too stupid or too naive.

All in all, after he encountered something that he couldn't handle, he would find ways to go home and let Doraemon give her advice.

Either think of a way, or more directly ask him for those magical props to help him accomplish what he wants to do.

After listening to Nobita's description, Doraemon also had a general understanding of what happened today.

It's nothing more than that their class has agreed a friendly match with the class next door, and it's scheduled for this weekend's Saturday.

And now, they just went to hold a baseball game after school, which was actually the result of training for the Saturday friendly game on the weekend.

But obviously, in normal baseball, Bear, who has no athletic talent, has become a marginalized substitute role.

And because a ball from the side field was not received, it was hit by the ball instead, which became a joke of the audience.

It can only be said that sometimes Daxiong really does not accomplish enough and fails too much, even if he can't even catch such a simple marginal ball, then he really doesn't expect to be able to do some more important things.

For this scene, there is actually no good way for Doraemon. After all, people have their own ambitions, and things like talent are indeed a very important measure.

Some people's motor cells are indeed slightly developed, but some people's motor cells are really not good.

As the saying goes, a twisted melon is not sweet, and Big Bear has no sports talent in this area. If you force him to do something that he can't do, it will be a bit embarrassing for him.

But at present, his current situation is very embarrassing, and Doraemon can also understand the feeling that Nobita wants to show his hand in front of everyone.

Especially today, after being ridiculed by everyone, he also wanted to show himself in front of everyone and restore his lost face a little bit.

"Please, Doraemon, if you don't help me this time, no one will be able to help me. You don't want to see our class being defeated by the classmates from the next class!"

"Besides, without my help, it would be very difficult for our class to beat the opposing class!"

"So, hurry up and quickly take out your usable props and give them to me, even if it's just a temporary hug, I also want to contribute to the class."

To be honest, sometimes even Doraemon has to admire Nobita's way of distorting the facts.

It is obviously that I want to remember the convenience of props and seek benefits for myself.

But after the words came out of Daxiong's mouth, he became so profound and righteous, as if he was really standing on a very high standpoint, thinking about everyone and the class.

(End of this chapter)