Do you also want to adopt Doro?

beep...

Doro's smartwatch rang, and Huang Musong's phone started playing music.

Two melodies intertwined,

The urge to cry was relieved.

"Hey? Which cutie is calling me?" Huang Musong answered the call, pretending not to recognize who it was, and asked.

Doro, slow-witted and a bit clumsy, didn't immediately catch on: "Human! It's me, I'm calling you..."

"Wait a minute~"

"You scoundrel! You know perfectly well that I'm the one trying to communicate!"

It took it a moment to realize what was happening, hung up the phone, jumped in front of Huang Musong and threw a few punches, using his thigh as a punching bag.

Small, short arms, weak strength, unable to exert real force.

Doraemon pretends to punish someone and teases himself.

Amused by the little guy's adorable antics, Huang Musong bent down, picked it up, and hugged it tightly.

"You're still as stupid as ever."

"He remains as intelligent as ever."

He wrapped his arms around the person, chuckled, and looked blissfully happy.

Meanwhile, the bitterness shifted, replaced by Su Qingyao's soft sigh.

She was already feeling envious when she bought stockings; now she's feeling envious again when she buys a smartwatch.

"Ugh!"

Shaking his head helplessly...

Su Qingyao felt a mix of emotions, a conflicting feeling of being both wronged and happy.

Happiness is simple.

She would be happy when she saw Doraemon's joy.

It's not hard to understand why they felt wronged.

She also longed to have a place in Duoluo's heart, just like Huang Musong.

but……

Life is rarely perfect.

Huang Musong, I'm biased. No matter what, he'll always be the person Duoluo loves most!

Su Qingyao neither dared to hope for nor harbored any thought of replacing the other party.

She only hoped that, through her own abilities, she could gain even the slightest place in Doraemon's heart.

I won't compare myself to Huang Musong!

She just wanted to be the one that Huang Musong cared about most when he was too busy to spend time with Duoluo.

Holding little Doraemon in my arms...

Huang Musong gradually noticed Xiao Su's micro-expressions.

Ah!

Her feelings right now are probably similar to mine half a minute ago, right?

I completely empathize.

Huang Musong understood that Su Qingyao must be feeling extremely upset.

Those who have been caught in the rain know best how cold the rainwater can be.

So, Huang Musong walked up to Xiao Su and whispered in her ear, "Put in extra effort for the last three subjects of the college entrance exam, and try not to repeat a year. After the exam, aren't you flush with cash? Rent the house across from mine, and be neighbors with Dorothy and Doraemon."

"I go out to work during the day."

"Let Dorothy and Doraemon play with you during summer vacation."

Breaths of hot air stimulated her ears, and the male breath made Su Qingyao's pretty face flush red. She was shy and embarrassed but couldn't care less.

She is clear:

Xiaosong didn't flirt with me.

On the contrary, they care about saving face.

If I were willing to rent a place and become their neighbor, I would definitely do so; there's nothing more to say.

If I don't want to be a neighbor, I can simply pretend I didn't hear him and make an excuse that his voice was too soft.

uh~

Brother Xiaosong is so gentle...

No wonder Doraemon and Dorothy both like him so much!

With her girlish heart stirred, Su Qingyao's good impression of Huang Musong deepened, and she began to show signs of loving not only the two Doro but also their crows.

At the same time...

Outside a digital specialty store.

Several male students in school uniforms, like a small group of defeated soldiers, wandered around aimlessly. Their school uniforms were the same as Su Qingyao's, and their school badges were exactly the same.

There was an exam venue nearby, and it was lunchtime.

These boys, who were about the age of dogs, were barking and screaming without restraint.

Even though they were speaking Mandarin,

The content, however, is too abstract.

Encrypted languages ​​are almost as fast as bandit slang!

But when the group happened to pass by a digital specialty store, they all tacitly shut up, their expressions becoming increasingly exaggerated.

The tallest boy's perspective is the best.

He recognized Su Qingyao at a glance.

"Mrs. Su..."

"Is that her brother?" the tall boy asked, puzzled.

The buck-toothed boy next to her frowned and shook his head, denying it, saying, "I've only heard that she has a younger brother. Every time there's a parent-teacher conference in her class, the older generation is invited to attend; her parents must have settled abroad long-term."

"If it's not her brother, could it be her boyfriend? Wow! They're so close, they're practically kissing. He must be her boyfriend." The tall guy revealed the most worrying relationship.

The faces of the boys around him instantly shifted between light and dark, each one more unpleasant than the last.

Nowadays, the terms "school beauty" and "school hunk" are no longer popular among high school students.

And undeniably:

With Su Qingyao's beautiful appearance, she must have many admirers!

Among the group of boys from her school,

More than half of the people like her.

They like each other, but dare not admit it; it's all a secret crush.

Right now!

This is a scene!

Several boys, like rats in a sewer, peered at the happiness basking in the sunlight.

One after another, the teenagers' spirits crumbled...

As the center of attention, Huang Musong inadvertently noticed the boys in the store. Six years apart, with experiences spanning an entire university period, their attitudes towards various things were vastly different.

18 years old:

In his youth, he harbored lofty ambitions, considering himself the best among men.

24 years old:

The pursuit of fame and fortune is but a dream; let not honor or disgrace disturb you.

Huang Musong didn't say anything, nor did he inform Su Qingyao about the classmates outside the store. He simply continued to do what he was supposed to do—teach Duoluo how to use a smartwatch.

Happy times always seem too short...

The whole afternoon flew by.

Just like yesterday, Dorothy, Huang Musong, and others waited for Su Qingyao to get into the ride-hailing car and watched it disappear at the intersection.

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Three days later...

Afternoon, dusk.

Li Ying's office is located in Caiyu Fresh Fruit Company.

Huang Musong enjoys his own desk and chair, and uses a mouse and keyboard to print out recently negotiated sales orders and performance reports.

We supplied oranges to the original supermarket, and the delivery date was another week later.

Therefore, today's financial report has nothing to do with the supermarket deal that Shi Yinghua helped to secure.

The vast majority of contracts are business deals that radiate outwards from **high school**.

A school,

The monthly demand for fruit can earn Caiyu Company a net profit of 5,000.

Taxes are deducted after profit sharing...

n schools, multiplied by n.

After completing the report, Huang Musong roughly estimated that he would receive at least 7500 yuan.

For the next six months, you can earn several thousand dollars a month without doing anything!

Life is finally getting better.

Earning several thousand yuan a month

Compared to the consumption level in the capital, it is still insignificant.

Huang Musong leaned back in his chair, pondering his next money-making plan...

When your brain processes information faster, you get hungry more easily.

But it's not time to go home yet.

There's no need to order takeout for a few tens of minutes.

So, I instinctively reached into my bag to see if there was anything I could eat to fill my stomach.

I know in my heart what I've already left behind and what I haven't.

Huang Musong had no hope of finding food.

But when they started rummaging through the desk drawers...

"Whoosh!"

The entire cabinet was overflowing with loose snacks!

"What's going on?"

Huang Musong was both surprised and curious upon seeing this.

You get whatever you want.

Do I possess the power to make my words come true?

After some wild speculation, Huang Musong calmed down and recognized the origin of the snacks.

They were all bought a few days ago at the town's shopping mall where Su Qingyao's college entrance examination site is located.

Amidst the miscellaneous snacks, there was a crumpled sticky note with the crookedly written words "Daily Snack Refresh Area".

Sticky material on the back of the label

The glue stick has been applied.

The characters on the front look like earthworms crawling, and the answer is obvious: it was definitely written by Dorothy herself, who taught it to write them step by step.

brat!

Did you thoughtfully anticipate that I would get hungry in the studio?

It makes you feel warm all over...

Picking up the remote and turning down the air conditioner temperature, Huang Musong muttered to himself, "Before I go home, I'll go upstairs to the storage room and get Duo Luo a bird's nest fruit."

When I first came to Caiyu Company,

He clearly remembered that the fruit that Doraemon found in the warehouse was bird's nest fruit.

Bird's nest fruit tastes better than oranges.

Take it back as a reward for Doraemon; the little guy will definitely be very happy!

And just as he finished speaking to himself...

Li Ying's giggles, accompanied by her grumbling, drifted into the office.

"Oh!"

"Why take one? There are five in total, take them all."

"You really made me proud, closing up tons of business deals. From now on, I can just take whatever fruit I want without feeling embarrassed."

As she spoke, she entered the room and suddenly slapped Huang Musong on the shoulder and back.

"Smack"...

(Crisp and loud)

Li Ying's palms swelled and turned red at a visible speed.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Huang Musong gasped in pain. But, ignoring the pain, he couldn't help but ask, "Is there any good news from the company meeting?"

Long-term colleague relationship,

He knew Li Ying's personality very well.

It hit me like a madman; with that force, something good is definitely going to happen!

really...

Blow on the sore palm.

Li Ying tossed over a document from a company meeting.