"There's actually something like that!"
"Then as friends, how can we stand by? Right, Xiao Fu!"
Hearing about going to the Secret Gadget Museum, Gian's eyes turned into dots, and he naturally put his arm around Xiao Fu's shoulder.
The latter, in cahoots, chimed in, "Yeah, yeah, let's all go to the Museum and get the bell back!!!"
"Then thank you two. Once we're at the Museum, you must help with the investigation."
Doraemon looked at the two suspiciously, thinking they were probably just going to the Museum to play.
Pursing his lips, Doraemon saw that the number of people was complete, then took out a pencil and signed his name on the invitation ticket.
After he finished writing, the card suddenly transformed into a large pile of binary code, numbers flying in the air and overlapping, combining in an orderly fashion.
In a moment, a yellow open-top shuttle car appeared in the yard. It even had a voice navigation system, speaking in a mature, mechanized female voice, inviting the guests to board and depart.
"The card actually turned into a car!"
"Hahahaha, that's so cool!"
"Let's try sitting in it first."
Amidst laughter and chatter, Gian and Xiao Fu leaped up, being the first to jump onto the shuttle and sit down, afraid that they would be the lucky ones left behind due to insufficient seating.
"It seems a bit crowded, Shizuka. Why don't you put your legs on me?"
The shuttle soared into the sky, entering a time tunnel. Nobi Hiroshi, sitting in the front row, sincerely suggested to Tian Mei, pulling a pair of white-stockinged legs onto his lap to sway.
It was just a trivial matter; he could barely endure it, just a little tired.
"Mm-hmm~"
Under the clear blue sky, Shizuka leaned against the armrest, enjoying the scenery of the future city constantly passing by.
Squinting her eyes, her fair face inexplicably flushed, her thighs crossed, emitting a delicate and difficult-to-bear nasal sound. Everything seemed very normal!
"These legs are so white, bah, these clouds are so white!"
"The Future World is indeed different. The white clouds feel like cotton candy."
The strong wind at high altitude blew through his hair, and Nobi Hiroshi said, immersed in the warmth of his palm, lingering and never tiring.
He gently caressed it, and the texture was as smooth and soft as milk. His expression was extremely focused, and he didn't even notice the calls from Nobita behind him.
"It's so sad, I don't want to sit in the back anymore, Doraemon, and Hiroshi, Shizuka, who will switch seats with me?!"
In the back seat, Nobita was like a patty sandwiched between two hamburger buns, stuck between Gian and Xiao Fu, bearing pressure from both sides.
He wanted to cry but had no tears. This long bench, by common sense, would be perfectly fine for three people, but if one of them was Gian, it would be a different story.
His half a buttock was more than enough to occupy someone else's entire buttock. When Gian sat down on the whole bench, he occupied at least half of the area.
So, with the limited space, coupled with Nobita's disadvantage of sitting in the back, it was normal for him to be caught in a squeeze, trying to please everyone.
"Nobita, you better behave yourself, or I'll throw you out of the car if you keep making noise. Aren't you annoyed by being the only one making a fuss?"
Looking at Nobita, who had a smug look under his armpit, Gian's eyes widened in anger. He reached out and clamped his arms, making a gesture to throw him out of the car.
Listening to the constant complaints, Gian couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. How dare a mere Nobita dislike him and Xiao Fu!
"Gian, I don't mean anything else, it's just that the seat is really crowded. Even if you lent me ten guts, I wouldn't dare to dislike you!!!"
Nobita cried, his limbs gripping the steel frame of the convertible tightly to prevent Gian from throwing him out of the car. Just looking at the height, his legs went weak.
"I don't care about you. I'll let you off if you let me punch you. Take this!"
Clenching his fist, Gian bent his arm to gather strength, ready to vent his unplaceable anger.
Looking at Nobita, who was forced into a corner, Doraemon turned around to mediate, explaining that fighting in the car could lead to accidents. Unfortunately, the enraged Gian clearly couldn't care less and insisted on carrying out his malicious intent.
Just as he threw his punch, his butt happened to hit the hard armrest of the front seat, instantly making him grimace in pain.
His waist arched backward, and Gian's center of gravity immediately became unbalanced. His massive body flipped backward, crashing heavily onto the control panel of the car's front, and the electronic equipment instantly smoked and exploded.
It was all because of Indian god oil, which caused Gian to indulge excessively, and his steel door suffered a cruel blow, making it excruciatingly painful to the touch.
"Ah, we're going to crash!"
"Everyone, quickly grab the handrails!"
Doraemon's eyelids and lips were blown back by the strong wind, and he gripped the handrail tightly to remind everyone.
Swish, swish, swish~~~
The shuttle car emitted black smoke, sped across the water to the island, and crashed heavily, damaging many expensive green plants along the way.
Less than three minutes after arriving in the 22nd century, they had already destroyed someone's sculpture garden and fled without a care.
"Phew, luckily the car is durable enough. It fell from such a high place and nothing happened."
"But where did this bring us? Is it still the Secret Gadget Museum?"
Walking on the road paved with granite, Nobi Hiroshi looked at the Western-style buildings around him, carefully observing them.
Except for the road signs, not a single pedestrian's shadow was seen, making it hard to imagine that this was the super popular Secret Gadget Museum.
After a long walk, the six finally reached the Museum gate. Doraemon trotted forward, his eyes shimmering with brilliant light.
"Wow, what a magnificent Museum! I'm really looking forward to seeing what kind of gadgets are inside!"
Shizuka clasped her hands, her heart filled with joy.
"It's magnificent, yes, the gate is at least five or six meters high, but the exterior decoration looks like a church, which is a bit strange..."
Nobi Hiroshi said indifferently, holding Tian Mei's soft hand as they stepped onto the stairs.
This Museum is very large, and it would be troublesome if they got lost. Nobi Hiroshi should be prepared for this. If she's good, I'm good too, and the others didn't seem to have any objections.
Only...
"Damn it, you brat, you're so skilled at holding hands. Shizuka, why don't you resist?! You're blushing like a teapot."
With his hands in his pockets, burning with jealousy, Nobita followed behind the two with a sullen face.
His grimacing expression still couldn't let go of his childhood sweetheart, his first love, completely unaware that she had already become an unattainable figure.
"Oh, let Shizuka suffer a bit more. Once I resolve Jaiko's threat, I, Nobi Nobita, will definitely make Shizuka come back to me!!!"
The young man secretly vowed in his heart that when it came to Shizuka, he would never be soft-hearted just because of his friendship.
The idea was beautiful, but unfortunately, the pure and naive Nobita had long fallen behind the times, unaware of the fastest shortcut to a woman's heart.
And as a competitor, Nobi Hiroshi had already taken hundreds of shortcuts in different ways, knowing them by heart, and even more than one.