Pulling down the curtains and turning off the ceiling lights, the atmosphere in the room immediately improved significantly.
Mrs. Shinko clasped her hands together, holding them in front of her ample bosom, and softly said, "Children, hurry and blow out the candles and make a wish!"
"That's right, hurry and make a wish, I can't wait to eat this big cake!"
Nobita was sprawled by the table, his eyes gleaming.
He clutched the plastic fork in his hand, considering whether to eat the fruit or chocolate part first.
"Nobita, can't you be a little more restrained? This look really makes me ashamed for you…"
Doraemon forcefully pulled Nobita's shoulder, quickly replacing the plate in his hand with a gift box.
He was planning ahead, to prevent Nobita from showing off in front of everyone and dragging him down with him.
"What do you mean? Am I that untrustworthy? If it were a Dorayaki cake, I doubt you'd be much better than me."
Nobita grumbled softly, holding the gift in his hands; the box contained a piggy bank and an animal plush toy.
They met the standard, not much different from what others present had, all quite plain and unpretentious.
Girls gave hair clips and jewelry, boys gave pillows and money jars, except for Xiao Fu, who proudly presented high-end foreign truffle chocolates.
Their social strata were ultimately not on the same level; the lucky Fat Tiger, relying on his unexpected turnaround, quietly ascended to the top as a life winner.
"Hey, Fat Tiger, what wish did you make?"
After about two and a half minutes, both candles on the cake were blown out, and Xiao Fu curiously asked his buddy, only to have his forehead immediately smacked.
"Ouch! That hurts, why did you hit me?"
"Stinky Xiao Fu, don't you know that if you say your wish out loud, it won't come true?"
Pointing at Xiao Fu's nose, Fat Tiger had never been so reasonable and well-grounded.
He straightened his back, looking around with a hawk-like gaze, and noticed the gift box Nobita was holding.
He cleared his throat lightly, Fat Tiger pointedly tapped the table, and Nobi Hiroshi, seeing this, nudged Nobita's side, signaling with a sidelong glance.
"Fat… Fat Tiger!"
"Happy birthday to you! This is the gift I want to give you."
"And also, Saotome Seiko, I hope you'll be happy every day after transferring to our school!"
Again used as a guinea pig, Nobita nervously handed over the ribboned box, feeling a great burden lifted.
He didn't rule out the possibility of Fat Tiger beating him up if he didn't like the gift.
Nobita sniffed, smiling awkwardly but politely, then turned to hand the gift to Seiko, and everyone else followed suit.
"Wow! Hiro… what is this liquid in this glass bottle?"
"It feels so high-class, I've never seen it before, could it be some kind of drink?"
Nobi Hiroshi's final gift appeared; Fat Tiger held an exquisitely designed glass bottle filled with a mysterious transparent liquid, with tiny bubbles distributed around the neck, giving it a high-end and mysterious feel.
Frowning and scratching his ear, Fat Tiger explored the novel item up and down, completely bewildered.
"NoNoNo~"
"You know carbonated drinks, right? That feeling of bubbles rushing up your nose is very stimulating, and the effect of this bottle is even more stimulating than soda!!!"
Nobi Hiroshi curled his lips into a mysterious smile, deliberately maintaining the suspense.
With only half the story told, Fat Tiger instantly turned into an impatient king, and those around him also whispered and speculated, even the well-traveled Mrs. Shinko was kept in the dark.
"Stimulating what? Hurry up and tell me!"
"Tell me what it's for!!!"
Grabbing Nobi Hiroshi's arms and not letting go, Fat Tiger's eager expression indeed resembled a gorilla, able to lift someone into the air and shake them effortlessly.
"Actually, this is called Indian God Oil, it's a product used for massage and relieving fatigue."
"Just like lubricating oil, it's suitable for the human body, reducing skin friction, making the skin smooth and so on…"
"Isn't the effect great? So Fat Tiger, stop shaking me and put me down quickly!"
Shaken dizzy, Nobi Hiroshi became an astronaut for a moment, almost losing his balance upon landing, but the smile on his face simply wouldn't fade.
Indian God Oil has miraculous effects on alleviating muscle pain. By subtly revealing this, the intelligent Xiao Fu would likely grasp a few hints, thereby firmly securing his family status.
To whom should the credit go? My contribution is immense!
When the deed is done, one brushes off one's clothes and leaves, hiding one's achievements and fame deep within.
"Wow, that sounds amazing, thank you so much, Hiro, you truly are my best friend!"
Looking at the Indian God Oil as if it were a treasure, because this product is not common in daily life, Fat Tiger's attitude became smug after acquiring it, his tone of voice significantly higher, considering himself superior.
"Hiro, what's my gift…"
While eating the big cake, Seiko's gentle yet excited voice came from beside him.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with curiosity and anticipation, and also a small part of worry.
Everyone else had given their gifts, only Hiro hadn't given one to Seiko, even Fat Tiger had one, so the girl was worried that her gift had been forgotten.
"Don't worry, I'll show you separately later, I guarantee Seiko will be satisfied~"
Nobi Hiroshi smiled softly, picked up a strawberry from the tray, and put it into the girl's mouth. Her pink, nimble tongue flashed by, and her thin lips quickly covered it, swallowing the tip of his finger as well.
"Smack~ Smack~"
"Delicious, I want more~"
With her mouth pursed into an O-shape, Seiko once again accepted the sweet offering.
The sweet fragrance bloomed on her tongue, complementing her joyful mood, while the other girls watched enviously, but could do nothing, for today was a day exclusively for Seiko.
Just like that, the two ambiguously fed each other cake, and Nobi Hiroshi's arm suddenly became uncontrollable, pulled into the boudoir by the hurried Seiko.
"Seiko, happy birthday!"
Undisturbed, Nobi Hiroshi confidently presented his gift, another exquisite large glass bottle, only this time filled with something different.
Tiny stars folded from fluorescent paper filled the bottle to the cap, sparkling with colorful, soft, and warm fluorescence, shimmering brilliantly under the sunlight's refraction.
"Seiko, look at these stars, they are like our wishes and dreams, each one unique."
"And my greatest wish is to be by your side, to witness every one of your smiles, to feel every one of your breaths."
A genuine smile emerged from his eyes, twinkling like starlight.
As Zheng Tai spoke the cheesy pick-up lines, a faint blush immediately spread across Seiko's face, her heart rate suddenly accelerating, deeply moved by the bottle full of love.
No girl hadn't folded paper stars before; each one required time and effort, and this full bottle must have taken a very long time.
"Thank you, Hiro, this is the best gift I've ever received, you must have worked so hard…"
Seiko tenderly picked up the young man's palm and kneaded it, foolishly unaware of the cruel reality that a full bottle could be made in ten minutes with psychic power.
"It's nothing much."
"Actually, there's another surprise hidden inside, open the bottle cap and look for it."
Releasing her fair, delicate hand, Nobi Hiroshi watched Seiko with anticipation. The girl slowly twisted open the cap, pushed aside the small stars, and found the hidden surprise—an elegant, moon-white qipao.
The fabric was made of top-grade silk, smooth and delicate; touching it felt as if one could sense the gentle warmth of the Jiangnan water towns of his homeland.
Its texture was light and breathable, bringing a touch of coolness even when worn in summer.
The small stand-up collar was edged with exquisite embroidery outlining a circle of pale gold cloud patterns, and a long row of pipa buttons were as round as pearls, gleaming with luxurious luster.
"What a beautiful dress! Why haven't I seen this style before? It must be very expensive!"
Seiko spread out the moon-white qipao, and at first glance, she was conquered by its unique beauty, her lips curling into an exaggerated arc, wishing she could try it on immediately!
The ignorant girl successfully fell into the trap.
The main strategy was to be courteous before resorting to force.
A qipao girl, I can't even imagine how comfortable it would be, brave Cow Cow is going to cry again.
Satisfying Nobi Hiroshi's personal desire while also promoting national essence, why not?