Island nation, Neon District, a small two-story villa with a red roof.
In the second-floor bedroom, a young man about 1.6 meters tall slowly emerged from the bedsheet spread on the tatami mat.
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling."
The alarm clock by the bed was annoying. Nobi Hiroshi suddenly opened his eyes, poked his head out, and casually turned off the very traditional alarm clock, rubbing his head, still a bit disoriented.
It seems it's time for school. Hmm, what a painful yet memorable time.
"Nobita, how long are you going to sleep? If you don't get up quickly, you'll be late!"
Just then, a roar came from downstairs. From the sound, it was a woman.
A middle-aged woman, still charming, held a spatula and shouted at the second floor, as if it were a common occurrence.
"I know, I know, I'm coming right away!"
The sound of a door being pulled open hurriedly came from Nobi Hiroshi's room. Nobi Nobita, while putting on his clothes, rushed downstairs, complaining about Nobi Hiroshi, who also hadn't gotten up.
Everyone oversleeps, so why do they only scold me? It's so unfair.
"Oh no!!!"
A scream came from the stairwell. As expected, Nobita fell again today, landing on his back. What a perpetually unlucky fellow.
"Nobita, why are you always so clumsy? When can you make me worry less?"
Doraemon, standing on the stairs, looked at Nobi Nobita's miserable state and spoke with a tone of disappointment.
However, he still obediently returned to the room to fetch medicine, preparing to apply it to Nobita.
"Pfft, good morning, Doraemon."
A fully dressed Nobi Hiroshi walked out of his room, greeted the Doraemon in front of him, and tried hard to suppress his laughter as he looked at the bruised and swollen Nobita beside him.
Doraemon was something he wished he had most in his childhood. Now, experiencing it firsthand, it had a different flavor.
"Hmm, good morning, Xiao Hong. The weather outside is really nice today."
Doraemon extended his fingerless hand and responded warmly to him.
At the same time, a hint of pity was in his eyes, feeling a bit sorry for this poor child.
That's right, Nobi Hiroshi was the outsider who transmigrated into this world.
He had died young due to eating too many preserved vegetable and pork belly rice meal kits and rewarding himself with expired drinks from a bubble tea shop.
Fortunately, coming to this world wasn't bad; at least he didn't have to be a garbage disposal anymore.
It's just that his parents passed away as soon as he arrived, leaving him without a shelter. Luckily, their family and Nobi were relatives, and he was adopted by Nobi Daisuke. What a kind person.
So, Nobi Hiroshi moved here, and today was the first day of his new life.
(Don't worry about why there's an extra room on the second floor; there must be a storage room, like in Crayon Shin-chan, where there are actually two rooms on the second floor.)
Stepping on the wooden stairs, Nobi Hiroshi quickly went downstairs, not falling like the clumsy Nobita.
He went to the bathroom to relieve himself, and as expected, his 'stuff' was more impressive than that of his peers.
Standing in front of the mirror, he looked at this slightly innocent face. His white top was paired with light gray shorts. His bright eyes revealed a glimmer of wisdom, and his appearance was quite outstanding. Could it be that he wasn't from the Nobi bloodline?
"Xiao Hong, you're up."
"Hurry and eat, then go to school with Nobita. Don't think about what happened before."
In the hallway, Nobi Hiroshi happened to meet Nobi Tamako coming towards him. She lovingly rubbed his head. For a child who had lost both parents, her maternal instincts were overflowing.
"Hmm, thank you, Aunt Tamako."
He wasn't very resistant to having his head rubbed. Nobi Hiroshi felt no attachment to his parents, whom he had never met. He was just thinking about other things, so his expression was a bit dazed.
He secretly glanced at Nobi Tamako in front of him, wearing large dark glasses, a pink top, and a beige narrow skirt.
A very traditional woman's attire, but all her beauty was sealed by her eyes, awaiting release.
But her skin was still very fair, and she had a pair of straight, beautiful legs. Ahem, Madam, you wouldn't want to…
Nobi Hiroshi undoubtedly got the wrong idea. Coming to his senses, he couldn't help but want to slap himself a few times.
How could he think like that? She was his kind aunt who helped him, and besides, Nobi Daisuke was still alive and well, it's just that he wasn't good in that aspect because of too many daily engagements, which led to his body being completely depleted.
But speaking of which, it doesn't seem like there's no chance, after all, Yuzi at this age is also like a tigress.
Coming to the familiar square table, Nobi Nobita and Doraemon had already started eating breakfast.
Daisuke was also leisurely reading the newspaper. Seeing Nobi Hiroshi arrive, he quickly smiled and took out his wallet.
"Xiao Hong, welcome to our home. This is pocket money from your uncle. You must spend it sparingly."
"Ah, how can this be? It's too much trouble for you!"
"It's fine, take it. From now on, you can just ask Nobita's mom every month."
Nobi Daisuke showed a gentle smile, insisting that Nobi Hiroshi accept the pocket money, although it would be a bit difficult to support another person with his salary.
"Alright, thank you, Uncle."
Now he had no choice but to take it. Daisuke was too kind to him. What a good person.
Don't worry, if anything happens in the future, I will take good care of Yuzi.
"Damn it, Hiro, that guy, his pocket money is 100 yen more than mine! Dad, I want a raise in my pocket money too!"
Children are easily jealous over small things, especially Nobita. He immediately started clamoring for a raise in his pocket money.
"Ahem, Nobita, how have your grades been recently? Have they improved?"
Nobi Tamako's kind greeting came from the kitchen doorway.
As soon as Nobita heard this topic, goosebumps appeared all over his body. The zero-score test paper from last time is still hidden by me. Do you think my grades have improved?
"Ah, ah, I'm leaving!"
To avoid the topic, Nobita desperately wanted to leave the house, rushing to the entrance.
"Wait, Nobita, Xiao Hong hasn't finished eating yet!"
"It's fine, Aunt Tamako, I'll eat on the way."
Nobi Hiroshi finished his milk, then picked up a piece of bread and caught up with Nobi Nobita.
He still didn't know how to get to school, so he naturally couldn't go alone.
"Oh, why is this child always so restless?"
Looking at Nobita, who had rushed out, Yuzi shook her head helplessly and continued with her housework.
On the way to school, Nobita continued his consistent performance, either stepping in puddles or being chased by stray dogs. He was like a walking disaster, constantly unlucky.
Nobi Hiroshi beside him secretly rejoiced, fortunately, he didn't reincarnate as Nobi Nobita. With that constitution, he didn't know how he managed to survive peacefully.