Great time travel

... If I had a Doraemon, I would install a traffic light at each railway crossing, just for the train. Once there are cars, electric vehicles, bicycles and pedestrians passing by, the train will stop!
If I had a Doraemon, I wouldn't go out to the supermarket, but let each commodity pass me in turn to visit me.

If I had a robot cat, I would have to ask the general manager to greet me every day at work.

If I have a Doraemon, I don’t have to wait for the bus when I go out—let the bus wait for me at the door.

If I had a robot cat, I would make a big truck out of mud and drive it to work every day. When I got off work, I would drive my colleagues from the whole company to get off work together. I would not be afraid of bad traffic policemen on the road. Just hit the accelerator a few times to let them smell the exhaust.

If I had a Doraemon, I would use a magnifying light to make myself grow taller, as tall as I wanted, and then I would pat Yao Ming on the shoulder and say, "Hey! Brother, are you stunted?".

If I had a doraemon, I would shrink myself with a shrinking light, sit in Doraemon's toy plane, fly all over the room, hit mosquitoes, flies, walls, and tables ...

If I had a doraemon, I would use the wall-piercing ring to drill everywhere, and I would sneak into a nightclub for a while to watch the Russian golden cat striptease; Australian steak.

If I had a Doraemon, I would use a snow machine to pile up snow all over the city, and then blow it slowly with a hair dryer.

If I have a doraemon, let him take out the medicine that can make people sleepwalk, and then secretly give it to 100 people with the invisibility technique, and then recruit them all to play games with me at night. In a row, I carried a toy machine gun and swept from the beginning to the end; then let them form a circle, and I stabbed them one by one with a rubber knife.After playing, tell them: "Let's play another game."

If I had a doraemon, I would take out the obedient machine, run to the hospital mortuary and shout: "Stand up for me, all of you!" Then all the dead people stood up; and then shouted again: "You can lie down!", so these dead people all lay down again.

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Under the dim desk lamp, flipping through the yellowed old diary from elementary school, looking at the innocent and ridiculous childhood dreams recorded in it, Wang Qiu couldn't help but smile reminiscingly on his face.

——Hey, at that time, I was really a brat who wanted to break through the sky!

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When Wang Qiu was a child, he used to be a child who liked fantasy very much.

He had insisted on keeping the central drawer of his desk empty for five consecutive years, waiting for a chubby doraemon to emerge from it one day.

He also put socks on the bedside on Christmas Eve, expecting to receive a gift from Santa the next day, but every time he was disappointed.

He also used to follow many friends of the same age to "adventure" around the city he lived in, wandering in "secret places" in children's minds such as abandoned factories, air-raid shelters, and deep mountain reservoirs. Picked it up and brought it home, but was spanked severely by an adult.

However, with the growth of age and the accumulation of experience, all kinds of beautiful fantasies in childhood finally gradually disappeared in Wang Qiu's heart.

When he was in the upper grades of elementary school, he had already clearly realized a cruel truth.

——There are no druids in the reinforced concrete forest, no vampires in the rusty unfinished buildings, no mermaids in the artificial lake in the park, no superman or archmage living on the towering TV tower, dark Necromancers and skeleton soldiers can't be found in the air-raid shelter.And in the narrow and dirty road green belt, it is even more impossible to walk out of the unicorn shining with holy light.

And it is impossible for me, an ordinary student, to become an Ultraman or a legendary hero in an instant.

Like everyone else, I am just the most ordinary ordinary person, and I will probably become an unknown member of the society in the future—ordinary school, ordinary exams, ordinary life, admitted to an ordinary university, and then go to college. The goal of the stage is to marry a passable ordinary wife, give birth to one or two ordinary children, and take out a loan to buy a house, a car, etc...

From now on, he will never deliberately empty out the drawers of the desk, nor will he hang socks at the foot of the bed on Christmas Eve, until a certain magical day comes...

Therefore, Wang Qiu, who is currently a third-year student, suddenly feels that his mood is very complicated, very melancholy, and very entangled.

——The dimensional pocket on Doraemon's belly is right by his hand right now.

Although after experimenting, I couldn't take out any props from my pocket - it seems that Doraemon has imposed some restrictions, and only those who have permission can take out the props - but the exit at the other end seems to be clearly visible, as if As long as you take a leap, you can travel through the past and enter the world of Doraemon that once made people imagine and was full of dreams.

But the question is... do you want to go there?Who knows whether the opposite is the real Doraemon world, or a trap that can kill in an instant?

——All kinds of horrible experiences in the infinite world have made him fully understand what it means to be "reality is stranger than fiction".

Wang Qiu put his head into the dimensional pocket again, and then looked at the colorful halo all around, and fell into deep thinking.

But in the next moment, he found a palm protruding from the opposite pocket, grabbed his hair, and dragged it out!
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Whoever it is is always in a bad mood when someone drags him out of the house by the hair.

Especially when being dragged out by a primary school student by the hair... Generally speaking, this is enough to make people angry from embarrassment!
But at this moment, sitting in a familiar yet unfamiliar messy room, looking at the sleeping Doraemon next to him, and the shocked Japanese fifth grader wearing round glasses opposite, Wang Qiu's heart was filled with intense excitement and excitement like an explosion!
"... When we met for the first time, could it be that you are... Nobi Nobita?" He bowed slightly politely, and asked.

"...Ah, I'm sorry, I'm Nobi Nobita, that's right..." Nobi Nobita, who just wanted to steal props while the robot cat was taking a nap, but caught a living person, scratched his hair embarrassedly and replied, "...But, how do you know me? Could it be Doraemon said it?"

"...Don't underestimate yourself, Nobi-kun! Your prestigious name is even more impressive in the multiverse!"