In this world, there are no impassable roads, only people who can't think straight.
Having experienced the winding path for the first time, Hiroshi was exceptionally excited, his limbs were all out of sync, and he almost didn't recover after a whole night.
In front of the concrete pipe in the open space, Hiroshi recounted Saotome Seiko's invitation to her birthday party.
"So, she hasn't forgiven me?"
"You stinky Xiao Fu, it's all your fault! If you don't help me sort this out, I'll beat you up every day until your face is black and blue!"
Fiercely glaring at Xiao Fu behind the concrete pipe, Gian's fists cracked as he forcibly pulled his collar, lifting him into the air.
He and that girl were clearly a match made in heaven, their birthdays on the same day, completely fated, yet someone completely ruined it.
"It's so hard… Gian… You… you let go quickly!"
Looking at the raging gorilla so close, Xiao Fu trembled with fear.
However, Gian seemed not to hear his cries for help, only forcefully squeezing his windpipe. Xiao Fu's consciousness began to blur, and the scene before him became distorted and unreal.
Shizuka looked at the suffering Xiao Fu and couldn't help but speak, "Gian is going too far like this, Xiao Fu is so pitiful."
Although he was usually crude, he wouldn't go to this extent.
Indeed, being a simp blinds people; Gian had completely gone berserk.
Just as Gian raised his arms, showing off his powerful muscles, an invisible force gripped his solid iron fist.
"Gian, if you keep choking him, he'll die!"
Frowning, unable to watch any longer, Nobi Hiroshi used his psychic power to release the dark fingers from Xiao Fu's neck, pulling the two apart.
"Cough cough, Hiroshi, thank you, I don't know how to repay you."
Coughing, Xiao Fu stood up, clutching his neck and lightly touching the fresh red finger marks on both sides.
He almost said goodbye to the beautiful world.
"Doraemon, if you can, please try to help…"
Nobita spread his hands and said.
Imagine if Xiao Fu were beaten by Gian every day, it would be miserable. They were all friends, and it was somewhat unbearable.
Moreover, the reason for all this was Gian himself, causing internal strife.
"Alright, seeing how pitiful Xiao Fu is, I'll help you this once."
Doraemon hesitated for a moment, then rummaged through his magic pouch.
On the surface, he was helping Xiao Fu, but the actual beneficiary was Gian. The aggressor ended up laughing last, giving it a surreal feeling.
"Best Friend Circle!"
Soon, Doraemon pulled out a carpet-like gadget from his pocket.
A square yellow cloth with a circular pattern in the middle. All that was needed was for two people to stand inside it together, and they would become best friends.
"My true friend!"
"Doraemon, thank you so much!"
After hearing about the gadget's function, Gian immediately changed his expression, happily embracing Doraemon, so excited that his snot nearly dripped onto Doraemon.
"Don't, don't do that! That's so disgusting!"
Doraemon also experienced the same treatment Xiao Fu had endured. After a brief commotion, Doraemon finally pushed Gian away.
"Everyone, let's hurry! I must become the best of friends with her."
Gian directly picked up the Best Friend Circle and rushed out, not caring about anything else. He ran while drooling, muttering something indistinctly through his lips.
"Gian, wait a minute…"
Seeing this, everyone quickly chased after him.
Only Shizuka pouted, looking at Gian, who was at the front of the group holding the gadget, feeling indignant for the girl, stamping her foot in anger.
"Hiroshi, this is going too far, isn't it?"
Forcing friendship with a gadget couldn't be considered true friendship; it felt like being a puppet on strings, which was somewhat uncomfortable.
"Uh, maybe a little."
Nobi Hiroshi scratched his head, his fingertips tracing the girl's delicate face as he gave a wry smile.
He couldn't comment on this problem for now, as if he had the Best Friend Circle, he would most likely use it for similar things.
Why criticize others for doing what you would do yourself?
However, Saotome Seiko was someone he had set his sights on, so he naturally couldn't stand by and do nothing.
So, Hiroshi arrived at the park early to stake out, with Shizuka, whose wrist was being pulled, trotting behind him.
The girl's sixth sense vaguely predicted that there would be another sister for the cake of status later on.
…
…
"Hello, Hiroshi, I didn't expect to run into you again. And this person next to you… is she your friend?"
In the park, Saotome Seiko, walking Benji, stopped and greeted Nobi Hiroshi, while also sizing up the unfamiliar girl beside him.
The two were holding hands and seemed to have a good relationship. She felt a slight envy in her heart.
"Her name is Shizuka, and she's my girlfriend."
"Shizuka, this is Saotome Seiko, whom I told you about. We'll be attending her birthday party next week."
With a clear conscience, Nobi Hiroshi openly introduced his girlfriend.
Shizuka's cheeks flushed slightly at his words, and she lowered her head, smiling shyly. She felt deeply embarrassed in public but was filled with sweetness internally.
Practicing the reality of a playboy, abandoning the pretense of a playboy, admitting love openly. Nobi Hiroshi only played it real, though he sometimes found it quite shameless.
But with his penis as his life mentor and guiding light, who else could he trust? Could his own flesh and blood harm him?
"This… that's how it is. Hello, Shizuka…"
Saotome Seiko smiled and nodded at Shizuka, her pure smile warm and friendly.
Their hands clasped together, then slowly released. It was a pleasant first meeting; they both left a good impression, both being gentle and amiable types.
"Hehe, found Miss Saotome Seiko, but why is Hiroshi walking with her?!"
"Damn it, that brat, what's he doing? And he dares to smile and talk!!!"
By a large tree in the park, Gian, trailing like a pervert, stealthily followed the three.
Watching Nobi Hiroshi and Saotome Seiko chat leisurely, he was so jealous that his features twisted. He felt a sense of betrayal, and his teeth ground with a grating sound.
Today, Saotome Seiko was wearing a low-cut dress, its hem extending above her knees, revealing two fair and shapely legs, both pure and adorable.
The Blazing Goblin followed jealously, the resentment in his chest growing, until a strong gust of wind blew, making him completely unable to hold back.
"Oh, sand got in my eye."
With her eyelids slightly closed, Saotome Seiko rubbed her eyes, trying to relieve the stinging, but the sand seemed to have taken root, and no matter how much she rubbed, it wouldn't come out.
"Are you alright, Saotome Seiko? Let me take a look for you."
Saying that, Nobi Hiroshi gently cupped her tender face, using two fingers to prop open her eyelids, carefully examining her eyeballs.
"Hmm, it seems there really is sand."
"I'll blow it out for you."
He pursed his lips and blew towards Saotome Seiko's tear-filled eyes. Saotome Seiko pinched the hem of her skirt, letting his small mouth blow for her.
His breath was soft and warm, part of it landing on her face, reddening both cheeks, causing her vibrant long eyelashes to tremble rapidly.
She had wanted to experience more tenderness, but the merciless sand had secretly slipped away.
"Is it much better now?"
"Mm~"
The girl's gaze darted around, not daring to meet Hiroshi's eyes directly, only occasionally stealing a glance before quickly lowering her head.
His official girlfriend was still right there.
"Thank you, Hiroshi."
Saotome Seiko said softly.
"You're welcome, Seiko." He withdrew his hand, his fingertips seemingly still lingering with the sweet softness from just now. "We're friends, after all."