"Doraemon, Doraemon, are you there? You absolutely have to help me this time, or else I'm doomed."
The wooden steps of the staircase thumped, accompanied by a half-crying, half-wailing shout. Nobi Nobita rushed into the room, grabbed Doraemon's arm, and shook him up and down.
"What is it, Nobita? Did Gian and the others bully you again?"
"No, it's not that. There's a math test at school tomorrow, and if I don't do well, my parents will be called. I'm definitely going to fail, so… please help me, Doraemon!"
"If you don't help me, my mom will definitely not let me off the hook."
With snot and tears, Nobita was an old hand at this. Tears flowed as if they were free, and his pitiful appearance would even impress himself.
"Alright, here you go."
"Powerful Fan!"
Pursing his lips, Doraemon took out an ordinary electric fan from his four-dimensional pocket. Nobita was overjoyed at the sight, knowing that Doraemon would not abandon him.
"Thank you, Doraemon, but how do I use this thing?"
"Simple, use this to blow the school away and you won't have to take the test."
"Blow the school away?! Are you kidding me? How can that be?!"
"No? Then use this flashlight to turn the teacher into a gorilla."
Doraemon took out two gadgets in a row, but Nobita didn't seem satisfied and yelled at him, "Please, can you seriously think of a solution for me?!"
"Hmph, in the end, it's all your own fault, Nobita."
"If you studied harder usually, you wouldn't be in this situation during the test."
Doraemon didn't want to bother with the clingy Nobita anymore and immediately left the room.
"Wait, don't go, Doraemon."
"I swear, this is the last time. I'll definitely study hard from now on."
"As long as you help me get good grades on the test, Shizuka will like me. You don't want me to be disliked, do you?"
Looking at Nobita, who was clinging on, Doraemon was very conflicted in his heart, whether to help or not.
If he constantly relied on secret gadgets for studying, Nobita might never improve in his life. After all, it wouldn't be his own ability, and he would eventually become a good-for-nothing.
"Sigh, is this really the last time?"
Doraemon looked at Nobita speechlessly. Although he knew the other party would definitely go back on his word, since it wasn't the first time he used this excuse, he was still a soft-hearted robot.
"Yes, yes, I swear it's the last time, I'll study hard from now on."
Nobi Nobita stopped his tears, nodding his head frantically like a pounding garlic.
"Alright, remember what you said, Nobita. Let me see if there are any useful gadgets."
Doraemon rummaged through his four-dimensional pocket for a while and quickly found what he wanted.
"Memory Bread!"
"Just press the toast like this, then eat it, and you'll remember the content on it."
Saying that, Doraemon took out a stack of Memory Bread, took out Nobita's textbook from his schoolbag to experiment, and after eating the toast, the imprinted content was indeed recited word for word.
"See, this way you can remember the content on the bread, it's simple, right?"
"Yay, yay, thank you, Doraemon, I don't have to worry about the test anymore."
Nobita's eyes sparkled. With such a convenient gadget, his test would definitely be fine.
Shizuka would definitely look at him with new eyes then.
With a perverted smile on his face, Nobita let go and ate heartily, while Doraemon helped him print the toast.
"Xiao Hong, you're back. Do you want some Memory Bread? It can help you with your test tomorrow."
"No thanks, Duo La, I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not worried about the test."
"Nobita, I advise you to review on your own. If you forget it tomorrow, you'll be in trouble."
Hiro, who had just returned, shook his head and refused. This level of test did not require cheating for him.
Moreover, he also knew that the knowledge eaten on the toast would be expelled the next day, which would only bring him trouble.
"Tch, how could I possibly forget? I'm offering you a gadget out of goodwill and you're not using it. Tomorrow I'll definitely score higher than all of you."
Not paying attention to Nobi Hiroshi's kind reminder, Nobita mumbled with a mouth full of toast, accidentally choking and frantically pounding his chest.
"Nobita, can you do some shopping for mom?"
Nobi Tamako's call came from downstairs. She came up with a shopping basket and placed it at the door of Nobita's room.
"Oh, Doraemon, can you run an errand for me?"
"How can I do that? Mom was calling you, wasn't she?"
"But I'm very busy right now."
Nobita sat still, not moving at all. He hated running errands for his mom, especially at such an important time, and had an impatient expression.
"I can't do anything with you. I'll go buy it."
Doraemon couldn't win against Nobita and could only help with the errand. Just as he was about to pick up the shopping basket, Hiro snatched it first.
"Doraemon, I'll go buy it for you."
"Really? Thank you, Xiao Hong."
"Hmm, but can I borrow your Bamboo-copter?"
"Of course, feel free to use it."
Doraemon smiled as he handed the Bamboo-copter to Nobi Hiroshi, then continued to print toast for Nobita.
"Bamboo-copter…"
Stepping outside, Nobi Hiroshi carefully examined the small gadget in his hand, feeling a surge of excitement, while also recalling a distant acquaintance.
A small propeller could lift a person into the sky, and miraculously, it wouldn't pull out their scalp.
He wondered about the principle behind it; perhaps it was related to the Black Mamba.
"It shouldn't crash, right?"
Taking a deep breath, Hiroshi put the Bamboo-copter on his head.
There was a small switch on the side; pressing it would make him take off.
At first, he was a bit unaccustomed, circling the rooftop for a while.
After getting familiar with it, he flew towards the street.
"Wow, it's beautiful."
The sun was setting, dropping below the horizon, and the fiery clouds in the sky gradually returned to pure white, like an angel's wings.
Nobi Hiroshi overlooked the town at dusk, which resembled a golden crescent moon fallen into the Milky Way.
People flowed continuously through the community, and in the distance, he could still see the school's back mountain, lush with dense foliage and green trees.
Everything was like a painting, and Nobi Hiroshi couldn't help but sigh with emotion after witnessing it.
His lips parted slightly, wanting to commemorate the beauty of this moment with a wonderful piece of music.
"It's been a long day without you my friend."
"And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again."
"We've come a long way from where we began."
"Oh I'll tell you all about it when I see you again."
"When I see you again Damn who knew all the planes we flew."
"..."
The melodious song drifted down from the sky, and Nobi Hiroshi, being quite musical, moved the residents below to tears.
They didn't know why, but there was a genuine feeling of emotion from within.