lovenovelstory Chapter 3 The Future Store
Chapter 3 The Future Store
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden streaks on the mat.
Lin An opened his eyes, stared at the new crack in the ceiling from yesterday, and then looked at the blue Doraemon beside him.
Not a dream.
Doraemon is still sleeping.
Its round body rose and fell slightly with its breathing, and a clear snot bubble hung from its red nose, expanding and contracting.
Lin An sincerely admired the other party's optimistic attitude.
He carefully got out of bed. His right leg felt heavy and sore, as if it were tied with sandbags, but he could still hop on one foot if he endured it.
I had just stood still when I stepped on a potato chip that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
"Hold--"
Lin An gritted his teeth, swallowed the profanity, and forced it down into a muffled groan.
I glanced back.
Doraemon rolled over, and his snot bubble popped with a "pop," producing a new one.
What about performing talents?
Lin An hopped out of the room on one leg, leaned against the wall, and glanced at the clock above the television.
9: 03.
No wonder it's so quiet.
At this time, her parents had already gone to work, Lin Meng was learning to paint in an art class, and Lin Yi was going to an advanced math class.
Breakfast consisted of plain congee, pickled vegetables, and braised eggs.
Perhaps they were thinking that guests were coming over and there were steamed buns in the steamer on the stove.
Since a lot of time had passed and the food had gone cold, Lin An had no choice but to boil water to reheat it.
It wasn't a complicated matter; ten minutes later, a steaming hot breakfast reappeared on the table.
Just as Lin An hesitated whether to wake Doraemon, a lazy voice came from behind him:
"Good morning."
Doraemon rubbed his eyes, his voice noticeably nasal.
Lin An pointed to the table and said, "Breakfast is congee, steamed buns, and braised eggs. Hmm, you probably haven't had braised eggs before. If you don't like them, you can eat more steamed buns."
Dietary differences are more painful than cultural differences.
When he first tried douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), he almost died on the spot.
Hmm, I'll have Doraemon try it out sometime.
Doraemon sat down at the table, put his hands together, and said, "I'm going to start eating."
Lin An held the bowl and watched him pick up a steamed bun and take a bite.
"How is it?"
Doraemon chewed twice, then his eyes lit up immediately: "Sweet?"
"Red bean buns. Do you like them?"
"Um!"
Lin An breathed a slight sigh of relief as he watched the blue chubby boy wolf down his food.
If the other person is a picky eater and insists on eating natto, octopus, or sukiyaki, then he really can't afford to feed them.
At the same time, he was also secretly assessing the other party's condition.
Judging from the family's reaction last night and the adjustments made to the TV programs, it seems that all traces of "Doraemon" in this world have indeed disappeared.
Comics, animations, merchandise, and even the name "Doraemon" itself—no one except Lin An knows the origin of this blue fat cat.
Strangely enough, everyone accepted his presence very easily.
No one asked, "Why can a raccoon dog talk?"
No one questioned "why he can carry bags even though he has round hands".
No one reported "an unidentified creature in the taxi".
It's like there's an automatic error correction mechanism in the brain that trims away everything that's unreasonable, leaving only a vague conclusion—a new member has joined the family.
However, judging from the fact that the police are investigating the bombing with such fanfare, the world is still "scientific" after all.
The magical gadgets from Doraemon appearing here will definitely not be laughed off.
If the interference in reality is too serious, it will definitely be investigated by the authorities, and you might even be treated as a spy!
With that thought in mind, Lin An made up his mind that he must never expose Doraemon's abnormality in the future.
The props must not be discovered by anyone!
……
……
Half an hour later, the person and the cat finished breakfast and began to discuss their future plans in the room.
"According to what you said yesterday, you have a way to retrieve the item? How?"
Lin An prayed it wasn't "hand-rubbed," otherwise he would most likely never need it in his life.
Doraemon reached into his dimensional pocket with both hands, searching earnestly as he said:
"Actually, I did keep some props, though not many."
Lin An raised an eyebrow.
There is a play.
As Doraemon rummaged around, a golden baseball bat appeared on the ground.
A pair of green slippers that look like dinosaur feet.
A television set with a camera attached.
Lin An instinctively picked up the baseball bat and tapped it with his fingers.
Hmm, the sound is dull; it's not gold.
Doraemon's eyes squinted, revealing a bellyful of complaints.
Lin An coughed twice, signaling him to introduce the props.
Doraemon didn't pay any attention and pointed at the baseball bat, saying:
"This is the [Power Baseball Bat]. No matter what kind of ball it is, you can hit a home run if you hit it."
As she spoke, she pointed her hand at the slippers: "【Dinosaur slippers】, when you walk in these slippers, they will make all sorts of dinosaur sounds."
"Useless..." Lin An's gaze fell on the last item:
"Is this the TV of the future?"
If we could predict the future, that would be pretty good.
If anyone dares to draw candlestick charts again, he'll swindle them out of everything!
Doraemon corrected, "This is the 'Future Shop,' where you can buy items from the 22nd century."
"It's just an online shopping platform..." Lin An raised an eyebrow: "In RMB?"
Doraemon shook his head, "Use specific points."
Lin An asked, "How do I earn points? By signing in?"
Doraemon said speechlessly, "Of course, it's exchanged with items."
This person is always trying to take advantage of others, it's really too much...
Lin An continued, "Who determines the recycling value of the items?"
"People from the future."
"What if I'm maliciously pressured to lower the price?"
"The identification and recycling of 22nd-century items are subject to strict regulations, so this situation will not occur."
Lin An rolled his eyes, thinking that anyone who believed that was a fool.
The essence of commerce is buying and selling; unless points become worthless, price reduction is inevitable.
Even so, he had no other choice.
Under Doraemon's guidance, Lin An tentatively placed a one-yuan coin under the scanning area.
The next second, a blue beam of light shot out from the hole at the top of the machine, and the coin disappeared into the beam as if it had melted away.
Three seconds later, an introduction popped up on the screen:
[1999 Edition of the People's Republic of China One Yuan Coin (Nickel-plated Steel Core)]
[Type: Circulating Goods]
[Value: 1 points]
Lin An's eye twitched.
One dollar can be exchanged for one point?
They gave me another one.
This time, I received no points at all; the money was returned directly, and the screen displayed "No value".
After thinking for a moment, Lin An handed over another 5-yuan bill.
The result was still only 1 point.
An eerie silence fell over the room.
Doraemon looked away, not daring to meet Lin An's gaze.
Lin An suppressed his urge to kill, tapped the screen, and switched the view to the merchandise section.
The product section of the [Future Store] is essentially an e-commerce page.
The most eye-catching section is the discount and promotion section, and the current event is for [Space Airship VII].
The exaggerated design and various fancy functions made Lin An lose all desire to explore, and he immediately started looking at the category list.
The categories are: [Daily Necessities], [Home Appliances & Digital Products], [Health & Medical], [Educational Supplies], and [Mechanical Creations].
The last item is [Special Items], but it's grayed out, and clicking it displays "Insufficient permissions".
No weapons? Thumbs down!
Lin An muttered to himself, then clicked on "Daily Necessities".
The page refreshed, and his pupils contracted sharply.
Memory Bread (5 slices)
Price: 67 points
Effect: The content is printed on bread, and you can remember it by eating it.
Shelf life is 3 days, text-based content only.
[Translate Konjac (Single Translation)]
Price: 42 points
Effect: Within 30 minutes of consumption, it enables real-time translation between five languages (excluding animal languages).
【Bamboo Dragonfly (Trial Version)】
Price: 19998 points
Effect: When worn, it allows for flight at a speed of 80 kilometers per hour for 10 minutes.
Permissions need to be unlocked.
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