Doraemon: Start by taking care of Nobita Tamako

The whole audience was boiling, and everyone's attention was attracted by the white ball in the sky.

Shizuka on the lawn also stood up excitedly to cheer, losing her ladylike demeanor.

"No...it can't be!"

Nobita Nobi stared in amazement at Hong who was held high by everyone. Before he could make any more moves, a fast black shadow instantly appeared in his eyes.

"Nobita, even though we won, you still have to get beaten!"

"Ah, it hurts! Fat Tiger, please spare me this time!"

Chapter 17 Practicing Superpowers

"Wow, wow, wow ~ Doraemon!" Nobita returned home with a bruised and swollen face. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed upstairs to find the blue fat man and cried.

Hong went to the bathroom to take a shower, washing away the sweat secreted after exercise, and using the hot water to relax his tired muscles.

I leaned in the bathtub, stared at the ceiling comfortably, and enjoyed the peaceful time, but the crying sounds from the second floor were a bit noisy.

Nobi Tamako is not at home, she must have gone out to buy ingredients for dinner, so only Doraemon and he have to suffer the torture of Nobita's crying.

After washing up, Hong returned to the bedroom and took out Nobita's super power training box, which was only used up for a short period of time, and planned to start training his super powers from today.

"Which superpower should I train first? Perspective, teleportation, or telekinesis. Which of these three is more practical..."

After lying on the table and thinking for a while, he decided to train his telekinesis first.

Who doesn’t love something that is a panacea? Its effect is the most extensive among the three superpowers.

It's not just about manipulating objects.

After making the decision, Hong began training.

Just three hours, it will be over if you endure it. He used to be a man who could watch teacher’s videos in front of the screen all day without feeling tired.

Willpower needs no further explanation.

"Get up, get up..."

Concentrating his mind, Hiro Nobi sat cross-legged on the tatami, staring at the box on the ground, trying to make the box rise.

After about ten minutes, the training box began to fly up.

Hong was delighted and continued to stare at the box intently, making the box fly higher and more steadily and stay in the air.

It seems that I am quite talented, but my eyes are a little sore.

[Ding, Mental Power +1]

[Ding, Mental Power +1]

[Ding, Mental Power +1]

An hour and a half later, Hiro Nobi, unable to hold on any longer, collapsed on the tatami, rubbing his eyes to relieve his fatigue.

With the help of the system, training is much more efficient. Now I can make the table fly, and it is very stable.

If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn’t know how long it would take to train, so I should probably just be a little lazy.

Training for more than an hour every day?

Well, that should be enough. After all, what the system gives you is much more than what you can gain through practice on your own.

At this rate, I can master a superpower in one month and complete the learning in three months, which is more than ten times faster than a normal person.

"Ah, great satisfaction."

"I seem to have forgotten something. I need to write a diary for the little girl... oh yeah... I almost forgot it."

After stretching, Hiro Nobi sat down at the desk, took out his diary and started writing today.

But seriously speaking, Shizuka and I are almost always together, so the content we write should be pretty much the same.

……

……

The next morning.

After lifting the blue sheets, folding them and putting them in the closet, Hong woke up feeling particularly energetic.

Maybe because my mental strength has increased, my usual habit of staying in bed has been changed, and I get up half an hour earlier.

When I have nothing to do, I can only go outside for a morning run to strengthen my weak physique.

"Uncle, here is your newspaper."

After the exercise, Hong came to the restaurant and handed Daisuke the newspaper he had just grabbed with telekinesis when he came back.

"Thank you. I wish Nobita could give me this much peace of mind."

Daisuke praised happily, the black mark on his forehead becoming darker.

He opened the newspaper, lit a cigarette, and had a leisurely expression on his face, completely unaware of the danger that would come later.

"Aunt Yuzi, can you come over here for a moment? I have something to tell you."

Like a spoiled child, Hong hugged Tamako's waist in front of her. The honest Daisuke didn't take it seriously because he was just a child.

"This...I..."

Yuzi was hesitant and looked at her husband at the dining table, unable to make a decision for a moment.

However, under Hong's pleading gaze, he still came to the empty room on the second floor.

With a blushing face, he solved some minor troubles, even though the source of the troubles was quite large.

……

……

"Cough cough cough..."

Covering her mouth and coughing, Yuzi calmly returned to the stove and frying eggs in the pan.

The shota was shaking the bench contentedly.

After happily finishing breakfast, I went to school with Nobita who had a calm face.

Nobita Nobi happily discussed last night's animation with Hiro.

Kids of this age are nice and heartless. They never hold grudges overnight and their relationship becomes relaxed the next day.

"Shizuka, good morning."

Hong came to the classroom. There were still a few minutes before class started. Shizuka was sitting in her seat reading a book. Of course, it was not a textbook, but a popular girls' magazine that little girls liked.

"Hong, you're here."

The little girl raised her head and smiled sweetly.

Today, Shizuka is wearing a pink woolen jacket, paired with a small pleated skirt, looking very cute.

It makes people pay attention to the white and tender legs.

Hong already regretted not learning the ability of clairvoyance first, but it didn't matter. It was only a matter of time. Using super powers would not give him the satisfaction of getting something from the other party voluntarily.

Ahem…it’s best to show the basic equipment with a look of disgust.

"Is this book interesting? You seem so engrossed in it."

After sitting down, Nobi Hiroshi turned around and started talking to Shizuka.

"I think it's very interesting. The stories above are all very well drawn."

When I looked around, I saw black and white comics about romantic love.

Hong took a quick look and felt that it was not as interesting as "The Lion King Mask".

"Shizuka, you've been reading this weekly magazine recently, right? I have a lot more at home. If you want, I can lend it to you."

Xiaofu, with a proud look on his face, walked over with confident steps.

Looking at the books on Shizuka's desk, he started to have his old habit again and couldn't help showing off.

"That's great, thank you, Suneo!"

Shizuka smiled happily, she was used to the other person's personality of liking to show off.

The young master has allowed you to read comics for free, what else do you want?

"Hahaha, that's nothing."

"If Hong also has comics you want to read, feel free to come to my house."

With one hand on the table, Xiaofu smiled triumphantly, as a huge black shadow slowly approached him and grabbed his neck.

"Fat...Fat Tiger..."

"What can I do for you..."

Turning his head stiffly, Xiaofu did not dare to resist and forced a smile, which was polite yet awkward.

"Nothing, I just heard from someone that there are comics to read. Xiaofu, I can also go to your house to borrow comics to read."

With his arm on Suneo's shoulder, Fat Tiger smiled and nodded, although that smile gave people a chilling feeling.

"Of course... no problem..."

"We are good friends, haha..."

Smiling on the surface, but cursing in the heart.

Are you borrowing books when you go to my house? You have almost emptied my bookshelf, and no one has ever returned them. Can you understand this?

It was like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his pain. Xiaofu complimented Fat Tiger against his will. He should have boasted in a lower voice earlier.

Chapter 18 Biography Light

"Ahem! Students, please return to your seats. We are about to start the class."

The bell rang and Eiichiro Terahyouka appeared at the classroom door.

The "kind-looking" Fat Tiger let go of Suneo who was being strangled to death, and obediently returned to his seat, thinking about borrowing some comic books from his good friends after school.

"Students, have you read recently? Reading more extracurricular books can cultivate your sentiments and also help your studies."

"Nobita, can you tell us what book you have read recently?"

When the get out of class was about to end, the teacher suddenly asked a question. I don’t know if it was intentional or accidental, but he happened to point to the wrong person.

"To!"

"I recently watched "Lion Mask" and "Genius Nishizawa", they were really interesting." Nobita Nobi stood up and answered confidently.

Terahyouko Eiichirō stroked his forehead and sighed, "That answer wasn't to the point at all, it was too off topic."

I asked you what extracurricular books you were reading, and you told me you were reading comics.

"never mind……"

"Today's homework has been changed temporarily. Everyone go back and read a serious book, then write a review and hand it in to me."

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, picking up his briefcase, Eiichiro Terahyouka left the classroom. It was now the exciting time to finish school.

"I can't finish today's homework again, what should I do?"

After returning home, Nobita sat at the desk with a depressed look on his face, scratching his ears and cheeks.

"What happened to Nobita again?"

"Nothing, just today's homework. I'm asked to write a review after reading a biography."

Putting down his schoolbag, Hiro Nobi went to Nobita's room and explained the situation to Doraemon.

There were so many books on the bookshelf on the left. Every book that Hong picked out was a biographies of great people in the world. Unfortunately, the other party had never read any of them.

Putting the book open on the table, Nobita took a look at it and fell asleep in seconds, burying his face in the book unconsciously, and then suddenly woke up.

"No, this kind of book gives me a headache after turning a page, and my eyes get dizzy after reading just two or three lines!"

Casting a look to Doraemon for help, the blue fat man was also very helpful and immediately took out the props.