The van that crosses

Nobita, really, really don't know what to say about him.

However, Zhou He soon realized something was wrong.

"No, it's been two hours. The wisdom fruit I gave him should have worked."

"After IQ, memory and comprehension are improved, how about such a small addition, subtraction, multiplication and division?"

Zhou He turned his head and looked at Nobita Nobita who was reading manga very enthusiastically.

A golden light flickered in his eyes.

Immediately, Nobi Nobita's physical attributes appeared in Zhou He's mind.

Zhou He frowned slightly.

Nobi Nobita's body is weaker than that of ordinary children, and has not changed at all.

However, he ate one of the wisdom fruit, so how could it be ineffective?

"It's strange, is the wisdom fruit invalid in this world?"

"Or, all these items are invalid in this world?" Zhou He guessed in his heart.

10 minute later.

"Tat Tat Tat..." Footsteps came from the stairs.

Nobita Nobita, who was lying on the floor reading manga, heard the movement, and immediately got up in a hurry.

He hurriedly sat back at the speaking table, stuffed the comic book into the drawer, picked up the pen, and pretended to write his homework.

Soon, the door was opened, and Nobi Yuko came up with a plate of watermelon and snacks.

"I cut some watermelon, and some snacks, where is Doraemon?" Nobi Yuko said.

"Thank you mom, Doraemon is still taking a nap." Nobita cheered.

"Okay, remember to save some for Doraemon, and do your homework after eating."

"OK, all right."

Watching Nobi Yuko go downstairs, Nobi Daxiong was very happy.

Immediately, he took out the comics from the drawer, and lay down on the ground, eating snacks and fruits while reading the comics, very leisurely.

Half an hour later, Nobi Nobita was lying on the floor, stroking his protruding belly

"I'm so full, I'm a bit full." Daxiong let out a long breath.

In just half an hour, Nobita ate up four slices of watermelon and six dorayaki, leaving nothing for Doraemon.

It was also at this time that Doraemon opened the window and woke up in a daze.

"Nobita, you're still sleeping...huh?"

The next second, Doraemon's nose sniffed, and he woke up suddenly: "It smells so good, it smells like dorayaki, and watermelon."

However, when Doraemon looked at the plate, he was suddenly struck by lightning.

"Nobita, Nobita, you actually ate up all of it? Why don't you save some for me?" Doraemon said angrily.

Daxiong crossed his legs and said, "I called you, but you didn't respond, so I ate it myself."

"You...you...huh, I'm angry, and I will be bullied by Fat Tiger in the future, so don't come to me."

After Doraemon finished speaking, he left angrily.

Chapter 384 Future props, super bumper harvest

Doraemon came downstairs, just in time to meet Nobi Yuko who was dressed neatly.

It looks like he's ready to go out.

"Mom, are you going out?" Doraemon's angry face eased a little.

"Well, I'm going to a friend's house and I won't be back until evening."

"It seems that you are very angry. Could it be that Nobita didn't save you something?" Nobi Yuko said.

"Yeah, mom, Nobita that guy, he ate all the watermelon and my favorite dorayaki, and I'm so mad." Doraemon said angrily.

"This nasty Nobita."

"Nobita, didn't I ask you to leave it to Doraemon? When will you make mom feel relieved?" Nobi Yuko immediately roared towards the second floor.

Nobita upstairs was frightened half to death, and quickly argued: "I called Doraemon, but he didn't wake up, so 3...so..."

"Let me tell you, if you don't finish your homework today, don't even think about going out. Also, tomorrow's snacks are gone."

"Doraemon, there is still some watermelon in the refrigerator, you can cut some and eat it yourself, for dessert, there are only biscuits, you can also eat some."

"I'm leaving first, you have to supervise Nobita to finish his homework." Nobi Yuko said while changing shoes.

"Okay, mom, I will supervise Nobita well."

Although there is no dorayaki to eat, there are watermelon and biscuits, and Doraemon also smiled.

Nobi Tamako went out.

And Doraemon cut a piece of watermelon from the refrigerator, took some biscuits, and went upstairs.

And Nobita, at this moment, is lying leisurely on the floor, crossing his legs, reading comics, digesting food.

"Nobita, you are still reading manga, hurry up and do your homework." Doraemon said.

"Mom is not at home today, you can relax and do your homework at night." Nobi Nobita replied.

"It's like that again. At night, you will say that you have class tomorrow and you have to go to bed early."

Doraemon was not surprised either, after all, he already knew about Nobita's character.

He unhurriedly took out a silver lighter from his dimensional pocket.

Afterwards, Doraemon took out a few small notes and wrote something on them.

After a while, there was a 'click' sound, and a cluster of blue flames emerged from the lighter.

It was obviously just a small cluster of flames, but the light it radiated actually suppressed the incoming sunlight.

The whole room seemed to be covered with a layer of blue light and shadow.

Nobita, who was crossing his legs, suddenly stood up from the ground.

Without further ado, I went directly to the desk and started to write my homework.

"It's strange, I obviously don't want to do my homework, but why do I come here to do my homework?"

Nobita complained while doing his homework seriously.

"It's not important, Nobita, just do your homework obediently, haha." Doraemon sat down on the ground directly.

While eating watermelon and biscuits, he supervised Nobita's homework.

Standing in the room, Zhou He looked at the lighter in Doraemon's hand and chuckled.

If he guessed correctly, this should be a script lighter.

Just write some scripts on white paper and stuff them in a script lighter.

As long as there is a fire, there will be no exceptions, and they will continue to act according to the script unconditionally.

Even if you write about a paralyzed person playing basketball, the paralyzed person can stand up and play basketball.

Think back to the episode where the script was lighter.

Zhou He couldn't help sighing with emotion: "Sure enough, Daxiong is worthy of being the gentle and righteous ancestor of Two-dimensional."

Then Zhou He thought of something, and immediately, with a thought, his mana was released, covering the script lighter.

Then, on the blank paper, an extra line of writing was added.

【Zhou He sits on the floor and plays with the pen for an hour. 】

Immediately, Zhou He's body began to sit down from the standing state involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, he took out another pen and quickly slid it between his fingers.

"It's really a powerful and magical power." Zhou He tried to stop, but he couldn't do it at all.

It's like, your consciousness is clear, but your body is controlled.

Immediately, Zhou He tried to stop himself with the power of his soul, but found that it was ineffective.

Thinking of this, Zhou He thought again, and his magic power instantly destroyed the pen.

But... a pen appeared in Zhou He's hand.

Well, there are tens of thousands of pens in his storage box.

Even if he destroys them all, he probably will take the pen nearby.

Immediately afterwards, seeing Zhou He's mana, he erased that passage on the script.

Immediately, Zhou He stopped turning the pen.

It seems that the script lighter still has a weakness, you only need to take out the text on the script to stop it.

Of course, this is the result of Zhou He's familiarity with the plot, if he is not familiar with the plot...

Zhou He seems to have thought of the scene where he used a script lighter to make a fortune in the prehistoric world of Journey to the West.

Afterwards, Zhou He's eyes fell on Nobi Nobita.

Zhou He had to sigh with emotion, this Daxiong deserves to be the first gentle ancestor of Two-dimensional.

To be honest, if the script lighter is given to someone who cares, then it is impossible to imagine what kind of horrible things will happen.

Because, no matter what script is written, those people will execute it unconditionally.

For example, if you ask someone to commit suicide, maybe that person will actually commit suicide.

Killing people, seizing property, controlling the world, etc., is simply omnipotent. It can be said that it is a very powerful prop.

However, in the end, Nobita just took it and staged a Western drama where the righteous cowboy defeated the villain, the hero saved the beauty, and restored peace to the town.

However, soon, Zhou He thought of a crucial question.

If script lighters are so powerful in anime, they can still be purchased in 22nd Century stores.

Then, there will definitely be people with malicious intentions who will buy it and use it to do bad things.

If this is the case, then it is absolutely impossible for the officials to sell such terrifying props.

Zhou He had a guess in his mind, and immediately tried again.

After adding a sentence above, I waited for a while, but nothing happened.

Afterwards, Zhou He changed the plot again.

But there is no response.

"Sure enough." Zhou He had already affirmed the idea in his heart.

Without exception, the plots added by Zhou He are all malicious, illegal and criminal scripts.

Therefore, this script lighter cannot be used to do illegal and criminal things at all.

It can only be used as a prank, or to urge someone to do something.

However, as long as it is used to do illegal and criminal things, or scripts written with malice in mind, they will be invalidated.

It is estimated that this is the case, so the future official will be sold in the item store in a fair manner.

"But... if you put it this way, then... Doraemon's other props can't be used to do bad things?" Zhou He thought in his heart.

The chances are high, but no matter what, Zhou He will not give up obtaining these magical props.

"However, how can I get Doraemon's props?" Zhou He was still a little confused.

Of course, Zhou He is not in a hurry, he can think slowly when he has time.

Soon, half an hour passed.

Nobita suddenly stopped what he was doing, and slumped directly on the back of the chair.

"Ah... I'm done, I finally finished my homework, I'm exhausted."