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Chapter 1950 The Future Natsume Imagines, Doraemon's Robot Saya

Chapter 1950 The Future Natsume Imagines, Doraemon's Robot Saya

However, as he looked around, Natsume suddenly thought of a question.

Nyanko-sensei ate the dishes prepared by MasterChef and Erina this time. Will he get used to this level of cuisine in the future?

And why have you lost all interest in Nanatsuji-ya's red bean buns, Aunt Touko's grilled fish, and even snacks in general, finding them hard to swallow?

Once the idea took hold, it lingered in Natsume's mind.

He could almost picture it:

The cat teacher looked at his former favorite red bean bun with a disgusted expression, pushed it away with his paw, then lay on the ground and rolled around, yelling, "I want to eat glowing food! I want to eat Master Boy and Erina's food!"

If that's the case, given the cat's obsession with food, if it can't get what it wants, will it throw a tantrum and refuse to eat? Or will its appetite decrease significantly?

Will its plump figure actually become thinner?

Natsume's thoughts drifted further away.

No longer is the chubby cat teacher whose belly almost touches the ground when she walks, but has become slender? With "graceful" lines? And now, the cat teacher walks with light steps?

Hmm, I can't even imagine such a scene.

Natsume looked at Nyanko-sensei, who was diligently shoveling the last grain of fried rice into his mouth, and his warm brown eyes regained their knowing and gentle smile.

Sure enough, he was overthinking things.

Even if Nyanko-sensei had tasted that dreamlike delicious food, he would never really give up ordinary food.

After all, it's quite greedy.

It can enjoy eating red bean buns from Nanatsuji-ya, grilled fish and fried shrimp cooked by Aunt Touko, and even cheap rice crackers bought on sale at the supermarket.

Just like it likes to drink, whether it's expensive sake or ordinary shochu, as long as it can get drunk, it can drink until it's shaking its head.

but

If I ever need Nyanko-sensei's help again, or have to "negotiate" with him, Nyanko-sensei will definitely bring up this incident, right?

Natsume's lips unconsciously curved into a smile that was both helpless and indulgent.

In order to "satisfy" Nyanko-sensei in those situations, he'll have to work hard to accumulate points in the future.

"belch!"

As Natsume was thinking, a satisfied burp pulled him back to reality.

The cat teacher had already devoured the entire plate of fried rice and was now sprawled out on the cushion with her round belly, purring lazily.

Its eyes were half-closed, its golden pupils reduced to mere slits, filled with a languid and dazed feeling of satiation, as if it were still immersed in the afterglow of some ultimate enjoyment.

After a while, the cat teacher seemed to finally fall slowly back to reality from the clouds of delicious food. It turned its round body to the side with difficulty and wiped the grease from its mouth with one front paw.

"Meow, that's strange."

Natsume was about to get up to open the window for ventilation when he heard this, so he stopped and looked at it with some confusion:

"Strange? What's wrong, Nyanko-sensei? Is there something wrong with the fried rice?"

"A problem? Of course there's a problem! A huge problem!"

Nyanko-sensei remained sprawled out, only tilting his head towards Natsume, his golden eyes still holding a look of disbelief.

"This fried rice looks like ordinary fried rice."

"Eggs, shrimp, scallions, and carrots are all extremely ordinary things, and they don't smell nearly as good as that lobster from before!"

"When I took the first bite, I just felt that they were all together in harmony, which made them taste even better."

"But when I took the second bite, it tasted even better than the first! And the third bite was even better than the second!"

"It's as if every grain of rice has a different flavor, layer upon layer, the more you eat, the better it tastes."

"It's just a plate of fried rice! How can it taste so good?!"

The cat teacher covered her face with her paws and let out a distressed yet happy whimper.

"This is terrible! Even ordinary fried rice has become this horrible. How am I ever going to face Nanatsuji-ya's red bean buns again?"

"Although the red bean buns are still delicious,... but the feeling is different!"

Natsume Takashi listened quietly to Nyanko-sensei's words. His initial doubts gradually turned into understanding, and finally, a gentle and sentimental smile bloomed on his lips.

He could probably understand Nyanko-sensei's feelings, because that fried rice came from the red envelope from Little Chef.

While it's uncertain whether Little Master made it himself, even if it was made by Raine, Chef Xiang, or other chefs at Juxialou, they are all excellent chefs.

For them, even the most ordinary ingredients and dishes can achieve a return to simplicity.

Takashi Natsume didn't say anything, he just gently rubbed Nyanko-sensei's belly.

A warm and soft touch came from my fingertips, and the feel was even better than before I had eaten too much.

He got up, walked to the window, and pushed it open completely, even though it had only been slightly ajar.

The cool evening breeze immediately carried the scent of grass and earth into the room, diluting the fragrance inside.

However, the fragrance is so strong and unique that it will probably take a while to dissipate by natural ventilation alone. If Aunt Tazi or Uncle Zi smell it, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.

"Nyanko-sensei, please dispel the lingering fragrance in the barrier as well."

"It's best to send it to a place further away, not near the house."

He didn't want the overly tempting smell to attract any unnecessary "things," whether it was a curious monster or the neighbor's cats and dogs drawn by the aroma.

"Ah."

The cat teacher responded lazily, barely moving his body, only slightly raising his eyelids, a hint of demonic power flashing in his golden cat eyes.

In an instant, the rich fragrance that had been sealed off in the room seemed to be gathered by an invisible hand, turning into an invisible stream of air that rushed out rapidly through the window that Natsume had opened.

The airflow did not linger in the courtyard, but rose into the sky and then drifted far away towards the mountains and forests far from human habitation.

After doing all this, the cat teacher returned to his lazy and limp state, only wagging his tail tip comfortably twice.

The air in the room suddenly felt much fresher, with only the cool evening breeze blowing in from outside the window.

With the problem of "lingering odor" resolved, Natsume breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could even catch his breath, he heard Nyanko-sensei suddenly speak up curiously:

"By the way, Natsume."

"If that place has a chef who can make fried rice so magically, then there must be a bar there too?"

"A sake that tastes better than all the sake and shochu in the world combined."

The cat teacher turned to the side, trying to sit up, but because its stomach was too full, it fell back down with a "plop". But this did not stop it from asking Natsume questions.

The food is so delicious, what about the wine?

Surely wines originating from the world of gastronomy must taste better than wines from this world?

But before it could finish speaking, Natsume interrupted it.

"No."

"The only thing I won't do with points is give you alcohol, Nyanko-sensei."

Natsume said decisively.

"Why?!"

"You stingy Natsume! You give me good food but not alcohol! That's torture! Do you know that's torture?!"

"And I promise I won't get drunk! Don't you know my drinking capacity, Lord Madara?"

The cat teacher immediately bristled, forgetting all about playing the victim, and started yelling with her neck stiff.

"That's why I won't give you any, because I know that."

Natsume looked at its "righteous indignation" expression, but countless images of Nyanko-sensei drunkenly flashed through his mind uncontrollably.

He rolled around in the corridor with an empty wine bottle in his arms, sang a weird, off-key tune, and tried to climb a tree but got stuck in a branch and fell fast asleep.

Those heroic figures are truly unforgettable.

"So, no."

Natsume emphasized his words and stretched out his hand, making a clear and firm "X" gesture in front of Nyanko-sensei.

"Stingy! Stingy! Stingy Natsume!"

When the cat teacher saw that his pleading and cajoling were ineffective, he squirmed on the cushion, slapped the tatami with his short paws, and muttered curses under his breath.

If it weren't for the fact that it was so full from eating, it would have stood up and been panting to express its serious dissatisfaction.

Natsume was already used to Nyanko-sensei's swearing; this level of "protest" was like a gentle breeze to him.

He ignored the cat teacher who kept muttering "ungrateful," "abusing his partner," and "wouldn't even part with a drink," and instead focused his attention back on the chat group interface in his mind.

The banquet has ended, but the excitement in the group chat hasn't completely subsided, with new messages popping up from time to time.

His gaze also fell on the red envelopes sent by Nobita, in addition to those sent by Chef Nobita and Erina Nakiri. Those were group red envelopes sent by Nobita.

Inside are futuristic robots similar to those in Doraemon's movies, as well as tents inspired by the future.

Just as we cannot share dishes with the Fujiwara couple that have aromas and appearances far beyond what is acceptable to ordinary people, we cannot share robots from the future with them either.

However, he couldn't, but the other group members didn't have such concerns.

Takashi Natsume's gaze swept over the constantly popping-up discussions in the chat group, and a sense of curiosity arose in his heart.

How will these group members from different worlds interact with the robots of the future?

The world of spring things.

Hachiman Hikigaya received Nobita Nobi's red envelope.

Unlike Yukino Yukinoshita, who belongs to another world of Oregairu in the chat group, Hachiman Hikigaya, who is no longer an ordinary person, naturally has no worries.

Given his current status, he could openly bring out a robot similar to Doraemon without anyone daring to say anything.

A soft light flashed across the living room, and a figure appeared on the floor in front of him.

It was a robot that reached about the chest height of Hachiman Hikigaya. Its streamlined yellow body looked rounded and futuristic, and the material appeared to be some kind of alloy.

The overall design is exquisite, but it is worth noting that its head is a soft oval shape, its body has graceful curves, and the lower half has a smooth, curved design similar to a skirt. It is somewhat like Dorami, but it is still different.

It raised its head, looked at Hachiman Hikigaya, and smiled.

"Found you! You must be Mr. Hachiman Hikigaya, right?"

"I am a custom-made companion home robot from the 22nd century, sent to you as a gift by Mr. Nobita."

"According to the agreement, you are my master, right?"

It blinked, its voice carrying a lively, girlish tone, its excitement and curiosity genuine.

Hikigaya Hachiman: "."

Is it normal to use the term "master"?

But before Hachiman Hikigaya could correct it, it continued speaking in an even more cheerful tone:

"Nice to meet you! It's too formal to keep calling me by my model number; I have my own name!"

"My name is 'Xiaoye,' the 'night' in 'nighttime,' but I don't only work at night."

"This is the name I was born with. My friends say that my name sounds quiet and reliable, and that I am good at taking care of others."

"I think it's great!"

It puffed out its chest, seemingly very proud of its name.

"My functions are very comprehensive."

"Household chores, cooking, health management, answering questions, emotional support. In short, you can confidently entrust any household matters to me!"

"I will do my best to make Hachiman's life easier and more comfortable!"

Xiaoye introduced herself in a vibrant voice, her eyes sparkling.

It's clearly the same style as Doraemon's, but it turns out it's good at so many things?

Hachiman Hikigaya rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat surprised, but still spoke to Sayo:

"You don't need to call me 'master'. My name is Hachiman Hikigaya. Just call me by my name, or Hikigaya, it's fine either way."

"In short, don't use that kind of address."

"Huh? Aren't you supposed to call me master?"

Xiaoye blinked, seemingly confused, but quickly nodded in agreement.

"Understood, Hachiman."

"So, what do I need to do now?"

"Hmm, let me see. At this time, shouldn't they be preparing dinner?"

Its blue crescent-shaped eyes curved happily as it glanced around the slightly messy but lively living room, finally setting its gaze on the kitchen, its tone filled with an eager anticipation to get started.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat, Hachiman?"

As she spoke, she walked briskly and steadily toward the kitchen, her demeanor so natural as if she were already a member of the family and knew the place inside and out.

In fact, within those few steps and a few words, it had already quickly scanned and analyzed the room's layout, air quality, and dust distribution, and promptly listed "preparing dinner" as its highest priority.

Do you have any food stored at home? Let me see the refrigerator.

Xiaoye naturally opened the double-door refrigerator. The refrigerator was packed full, but not in a mess; it was clear that someone had organized it.

Vegetables, meats, eggs, dairy products, and seasonings are neatly categorized, but there are quite a few items, making it seem a bit crowded.

"Hmm, carrots, onions, potatoes, cabbage, chicken breast, eggs, tofu, and some decent salmon!"

"The ingredients are plentiful and fresh! You can make cream stew, teriyaki salmon set meal, or omelet rice."