Do you also want to adopt Doro?

Outside the school, on a lush, tree-lined road, Huang Musong continued to set up his stall, hawking his wares and calling out to customers with his two Doro dogs.

Perhaps it gets hotter as noon approaches.

The sweltering summer heat can make people lose their appetite.

The sales of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings) after leaving campus are not optimistic...

Another hour passed, and only a few dozen zongzi had been sold; the remaining two large boxes were completely ignored.

Depending on the weather,

If they are not sold out by the afternoon,

Handmade, additive-free zongzi will inevitably turn sour and smelly.

Fortunately, the rice dumplings sold were enough to cover the costs.

Now, every extra one sold is equivalent to earning eight yuan more, so it's not all for nothing.

now...

Doraemon, with his hunched, fleshy body, sat down on the curb.

Trembling,

It rubbed its abdomen as if it had an upset stomach.

Listless and droopy, the little animal looked like a deflated balloon. Its usual vibrant energy was nowhere to be seen; its large, curious eyes had become dull and lifeless.

Facing the few pedestrians passing by,

Doro really wanted to call them to come and buy zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).

But...

I feel inexplicably tired!

And it is not a lack of physical strength in the ordinary sense.

This kind of fatigue is more like mental exhaustion.

Worried about interfering with Dorothy's business dealings, Dorothy endured it alone, quietly picking up a mineral water bottle and taking a few sips.

"Sigh~"

Take another deep breath.

Doro scratched his head like a silly little fool.

"Zongzi! Special offer... six yuan each, two for ten yuan." Huang Musong sighed as he re-recorded the loudspeaker message and began to lower the price.

Lowering prices is to sell faster.

He was prepared to close up shop at any time.

What if Doraemon suffered heatstroke from the scorching summer sun?

You can't just focus on making money at the expense of your health, can you?

As for why Huang Musong hasn't rushed to take Duoluo to the hospital for a checkup yet, it's because he's still unsure whether the little guy is genuinely in pain or just going through a normal process of growing flesh and blood.

after all!

The description in memory fragment 2 is that Doraemon is going to grow new flesh and blood.

Huang Musong decided to wait a little longer.

He wiped the sweat from his clothes, feeling equally hot all over. The back of his T-shirt was already soaked with sweat, clinging damply to his body.

A few more minutes passed...

Doraemon gradually couldn't take it anymore.

It desperately wants to take a cold shower right now!

Fortunately, there happened to be a public restroom across the street, where the sinks provided cold water at any time.

Doro quickly stood up, considered for a moment, and decided that he had to take a shower to cool down.

"Human~"

"I'm taking Dorothy away for a bit, so don't wander off."

"It's a bit hot, I'm going to take a shower to cool down. I'll be right back!"

After saying that...

Dorothy and Doraemon held each other's little paws.

They carefully cross the road while keeping an eye on oncoming vehicles.

Huang Musong remained silent.

Neither reject nor express agreement.

He simply watched silently as Doraemon walked toward the bathroom.

"If I'm not mistaken, Doraemon should grow flesh and blood after taking a bath, just like last time, right? Speaking of which, last time it was a hammer, what will the new flesh and blood be this time?" Huang Musong wondered to himself. He couldn't even greet the customers properly and just waved his hand, telling the old man who wanted to buy zongzi to just give him some money.

The old man is really honest.

I just gave him whatever I wanted, and he actually gave me a dollar by scanning a QR code to pay.

Huang Musong didn't care about the loss from just one zongzi.

He moved his stall sideways...

The new location is just right, allowing a clear view of the public restroom's handwashing area across the street.

Last time, I missed witnessing Doraemon grow a hammer because of a stomachache.

This time, no matter what, Huang Musong didn't want to miss out again!

Enter the bathroom,

Doraemon was becoming increasingly tired.

They looked wilted, like small flowers exposed to the sun, their stems bent low under the weight.

Dorothy didn't understand what was going on...

Mistaking it for heatstroke, Dorothy hurriedly jumped into the pool, turned on the tap, and splashed a handful of cool water on Dorothy's head.

"Whoosh!"

Being poured with cool, clear water,

Doraemon suddenly perked up!

"Whoosh!"

Immediately afterwards, a second handful of water was poured over him, and he felt energetic again.

"Another handful, please!"

Dorothy, her eyes slightly narrowed in comfort, addressed Dorothy on the platform.

but,

Dorothy, however, did not pour a third handful of water on Dorothy.

Worried that taking a cold shower might cause heatstroke and lead to a cold, Dorothy stood on the pool and looked down at the water, reminding her, "Hey, folks, this water's pretty cold."

"Fellow countryman" is a term Dorothy learned from listening to human conversations.

It felt that, based on its relationship with Doraemon,

Calling someone "fellow villager" from time to time is quite appropriate.

Doro didn't have time to think about a new name; it just wanted to cool down quickly and then return to the person (Huang Musong)'s side.

"I'm never afraid of being discouraged."

"Another handful, please!"

His tone was extremely firm.

Doro took the sales pitch he had seen in a short video on his phone a few days ago and put it to use immediately.

Dorothy was stunned, having never seen it so resolute, and dutifully splashed out a third, fourth, and fifth handful of water...

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"...

Until Doraemon's condition completely returned to normal,

Dorothy then stopped.

The next moment, Doraemon's chibi-style body began to radiate a colorful glow!

The colorful light was dazzling.

In an instant, it seemed to transform into a rainbow after the rain.

Ding!

This was followed by a mysterious sound.

A Q-version ukulele, light brown in color and resembling a smaller version of a guitar, appeared out of thin air above Doro's head.

Dorothy was stunned...

Eyes wide open,

My jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Even his black-rimmed glasses almost slipped off his eyebrows.

Having witnessed Dorothy grow new "flesh and blood," Dorothy was at a loss for words. "Is this idiot really of the same race as me?"

Dorothy's heart was filled with disbelief.

Huang Musong, who was standing across the street, gaped in astonishment...

Uh!

How should I put it?

He was at a loss for words for a moment.

This is the process by which Doraemon grows new flesh and blood...

magical!

If this scene were placed in the world of anime, it wouldn't be strange at all.

But you have to understand that this is in the real world.

The process by which Doraemon obtained the new "Flesh and Blood" is simply beyond the realm of science.

Drink some water to calm down.

Huang Musong gradually shifted his focus to the ukulele.

The hammer's purpose is to protect himself and prevent Doraemon from being bullied.

So, the ukulele...

Its function is definitely related to music!

Could it be that Duoluo was influenced by the atmosphere of the Central Conservatory of Music after visiting it today?

After thinking about it,

Huang Musong believes this is highly likely.

Having acquired the ukulele, Doro held it high and swung it around a few times as if it were a hammer.

"Heave-ho~"

"I'll call you... Hammer Number Two."

Doro really loves his ukulele.

In reality, it didn't know what category the ukulele actually belonged to.

If you hold it upside down, the ukulele does indeed look like a hammer, so it's no wonder that Doraemon misunderstood it.

Dorothy knew that this was a musical instrument!

and so……

Could you lend me your ukulele, Doraemon?

I also really want to grow new flesh and blood!

Dorothy looked at Doro with envy, secretly marveling at how lucky Doro really was.

After Doraemon came to his senses,

It realized that the person was still waiting on the other side of the road.

There wasn't time to brag to Dorothy.

Doraemon happily ran out of the bathroom and crossed the road.

Fortunately, no cars were passing by at that moment, so crossing the road was safe. Huang Musong breathed a sigh of relief.

Considering that Doraemon has just acquired something new,

He did not reiterate the traffic rules for the time being.

There's no need to spoil the fun when Doro is happiest! We can teach it to prioritize safety when crossing the street alone when we get home tonight.

Arrive in front of people...

Doro held the ukulele higher so that Huang Musong could see it clearly.

He then mustered all his strength and swung it.

The ukulele was swung around like a hammer, creating a powerful and dynamic sound.

Huang Musong quickly retreated.

It's not that I'm afraid of getting hurt by the ukulele.

What he was worried about was that the ukulele would get damaged.

After dodging, Huang Musong quickly waved his hand to signal that Duoluo should stop using the musical instrument as a hammer.

"This is called a ukulele."

Huang Musong added earnestly, "It's a musical instrument!"

Musical instruments?

What are musical instruments...?

Doro looked on with a curious expression, as if he had never seen anything like it before.

With its big eyes blinking, it no longer flails the ukulele aimlessly; its clear, wise gaze is filled with a simple thirst for knowledge.

Dorothy carefully crossed the road.

Coming to Dorothy's side, Dorothy continued, "Musical instruments are things that can produce sounds. For example, when we sing our folk songs, the melody sounds more pleasant if there are musical instruments accompanying it."

"Really? Then there's no road, hayakuna road, upstairs down a section of mambo..." After hearing the explanation from the people and Dorothy, Dorothy immediately plucked the strings and spontaneously sang the tribal song "Hashan Wine".

Because the ukulele's usage is not as straightforward as a hammer's,

The way Doro played the instrument was truly aptly described as harsh and unpleasant to listen to.

Huang Musong and Dorothy covered their ears in unison.

The man and the beast couldn't take it anymore!

Doro also felt that he played terribly.

So she awkwardly stuck out her tongue.

It stopped playing, embarrassed.

but...

Neither Huang Musong nor Dorothy made any sarcastic remarks about Dorothy.

They knew,

Doro only lacks musical knowledge and skills!

Its natural voice is actually quite good.

The Central Conservatory of Music happened to be nearby.

There is a grand theater within a few kilometers.

Huang Musong pondered: Should we sell the rice dumplings as soon as possible and use the money we earned today to take Doraemon and Dorothy to a concert?