Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 1 A Doraemon Fell From the Sky

"...Typhoon Jelawat has arrived, bringing northerly winds of force 8 to 10 to Jiangsu, southern Jiangsu, and coastal areas along the Yangtze River, accompanied by heavy to torrential rain..."

"...[Yian Technology] stock price soared, breaking through the 100 yuan mark, the A-share market is booming..."

"...The premiere of 'Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon' at the National Cultural Palace Grand Theater was attended by director Ang Lee and stars Chow Yun-fat and Zhang Ziyi..."

Beijing, old town, a certain apartment building.

Lin An, who had just finished the college entrance examination, sat with his legs crossed on a cool mat, enjoying the breeze, humming a tune, and leisurely flipping through the newspaper.

"Sigh, stock trading can ruin your life."

Lin An looked at the news about the dramatic fluctuations in the A-share market, barely suppressing the urge to swear, and gently turned the page of the newspaper.

Yes.

He is a traveler.

Eighteen years ago, he was still making waves on the financial battlefield of another world.

He thought he could make a fortune with luck and knowledge, but unexpectedly his savings were wiped out in one day. In a fit of anger, he achieved the legendary time travel.

Lin An thought viciously that if he could go back one day, he would definitely find a chance to stuff the razor blade into that old man's ass.

Unify and stir things up!

Bang bang bang!

The knocking on the door suddenly startled Lin An.

He subconsciously touched the pillow to make sure his secret stash of money was hidden properly, and breathed a small sigh of relief.

"What?!" Lin An said impatiently.

The door opened, and a pretty six-year-old girl carrying a bag of roast duck called out, "May I come in?"

Lin An glanced at it: "Didn't you already come in?"

The girl said, "I didn't!"

"You have."

"I don't!"

"You do have it."

"I just didn't!!!"

The little girl leaned forward, shouting loudly, her face turning bright red.

Lin An covered his ears and, seeing the commotion downstairs, quickly admitted defeat and begged for mercy.

Their family practices the traditional method of raising sons frugally and daughters lavishly, speaking gently to women when they make mistakes and cracking down hard on men when they do.

For the sake of his buttocks, Lin An decided that a good man doesn't argue with a woman: "Little darling, what exactly do you want to do?"

The girl's emotions came and went quickly; holding up the roast duck, she said, "Heat it up for me."

Lin An raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did your sister buy it?"

The girl shook her head. "My parents bought it. They said they won't be back for dinner tonight."

Damn, those two scoundrels went out to eat again?

Lin An was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and once again regretted revealing his cooking skills three years ago in order to show off.

Indeed, no matter the era, as long as you know how to work, you'll always have plenty of work to do!

He got out of bed grumbling.

Lin Anji, wearing slippers, paused for a moment as he passed the desk.

The drawer handle is bent.

She was fine this morning.

He stared at it for two seconds, but didn't pay any attention. He muttered, "You can't find anything good secondhand," and walked straight to the living room.

Their family owns a standard "housing reform" apartment, allocated by the father, Lin Yuan, from his workplace, the hospital. The area was calculated based on their positions, and then a discount was applied based on the couple's length of service.

An 85-square-meter apartment, given a chief physician's salary, is practically free.

However, due to the addition of his second son Lin Yi and third son Lin Meng, his father Lin Yuan was stripped of his position, going from a top-tier attending physician with a government job to a small clinic owner.

The unstable income, coupled with a large family, resulted in a fairly large house, but with virtually no decent furniture.

"What a great policy!"

Lin An sighed again, walked to the kitchen, squatted down, and looked through the refrigerator.

Two eggs, half a bunch of bok choy, two potatoes, one eggplant, and a half-eaten sausage.

He picked up half a sausage, ready to yell at someone, when a warm "little bundle" suddenly slammed onto his back.

"I want braised pork!"

Little Lin Meng wrapped her arms around his neck, her short legs gripping his waist, hanging on him like a koala.

Lin Anquan dismissed this as nonsense, saying, "They only kept the roast duck, nothing else?"

Lin Meng said earnestly, "They still kept me here."

Lin An glanced at her sideways. "What use are you?"

Lin Meng proudly raised her head, "It's useless."

"roll."

"it is good."

……

……

Cut the ham into cubes and mix them into the hot egg mixture. The golden egg mixture coats the pink diced meat, and with a "sizzle," it blooms like a flower in the oil.

Lin An gripped the spatula, his movements fluid and graceful.

My previous life of living alone honed my culinary skills, but I never imagined that the greatest use of them after transmigrating would be feeding a six-year-old little tyrant.

Lin Meng was already holding her small bowl and spoon, banging them together.

Lin An served her a large bowl, and then served himself a bowl. The two siblings ate the roast duck with gusto, their mouths greasy with oil.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something."

Lin An chewed on a duck leg and mumbled something indistinctly.

Lin Meng didn't even look up, burying her face in her rice bowl, and mumbled, "Me too."

boom!

The study door opened, and a girl with messy hair walked out, glancing expressionlessly at the living room.

Lin An almost dropped the duck leg in his hand.

It’s over.

Forget about this great Buddha.

Lin Yi, the second child in her family, is known as "Sister Yi" in the community. She is fifteen years old and is currently a high school freshman.

If Lin Meng was throwing a tantrum because of her young age, then Lin Yi was suppressing the whole family with his aura.

"Oh, the second brother's out of seclusion?"

Lin An forced a fawning smile. "Are you hungry? I'll make you some fried rice."

Lin Yi didn't speak.

She was wearing that faded floral nightgown, her gaze sweeping across the dining table before finally settling on the duck leg in Lin An's hand.

Lin An felt uneasy under her gaze and awkwardly handed over the half-eaten duck leg.

Lin Yi said expressionlessly, "I'm going to tell Mom and Dad how much money you have hidden away."

Lin An's face instantly darkened.

He was silent for a few seconds, then pulled a crumpled five-yuan bill from his pocket as if cutting off a piece of his own flesh and slapped it on the table.

Lin Yi glanced down, his face expressionless: "And then there's your gambling addiction."

Lin An's forehead veins throbbed suddenly.

A moment later, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a ten-yuan note from another pocket, slamming it down next to the five-yuan note.

"Not a single penny left!" Lin An said in a deep voice.

Lin Yi raised his chin slightly: "You had two girlfriends at the same time when you were in your second year of high school."

Lin An's chest heaved violently, and his breathing became heavier.

"...You're ruthless!"

He tossed out another 10 yuan with trembling hands, his fingertips turning white, his heart aching terribly.

Lin Yi snorted coldly, strode over to the table, picked up the banknotes, examined the watermark under the light, and turned away expressionlessly.

"Bang!"

The moment the door closed, Lin An felt as if he heard the sound of his own heart breaking.

He stared at the closed door, then suddenly remembered something and looked abruptly at Lin Meng.

Lin Meng was holding a spoon in her mouth, her round eyes blinking rapidly.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, she immediately buried her face in the bowl and mumbled:

"I didn't hear anything!"

Lin An: "..."

……

……

Lin An, who was bleeding heavily, was in no mood to wash the dishes.

He tossed the pots and pans aside, went back to his room, lay on the bed, and counted the savings under his pillow.

He wasn't a person with lofty ambitions, but he knew that one must rely on oneself.

Driven by his free will, Lin An began saving money as soon as he was able to control his body.

However, his parents were inhumane, constantly squeezing out his meager savings. Coupled with a rebellious younger sister, he only managed to earn a little over 5000 yuan after more than ten years of hard work.

In 2000, this was undoubtedly a huge sum of money.

But Lin An is a man who aspires to drive luxury cars, live in mansions, and marry a bunch of rich and beautiful women.

This amount of money isn't even enough to enjoy tea with a young lady.

He doesn't drink Chen's.

Frustrated, Lin An scratched his head and his gaze fell on the pile of newspapers on the bedside table.

The A-share market experienced sharp fluctuations.

These words were like hooks, making his heart itch.

He remembered the terrifying surge in tech stocks in 00, the year before his death.

The market trend at the time misled countless people until the bubble burst a year later, resulting in widespread bloodshed.

If the course of history in this world were roughly the same...

Lin An squinted, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his knee, before finally letting out a sigh.

Forget it.

The lessons learned from the past are enough. The stock market is ever-changing, and not everyone can play it well.

Making a little extra money in the general trend is fine, but trying to profit from financial turmoil is not something ordinary people should do.

Life is precious, so it's best to be down-to-earth.

Lin An took out "Das Kapital" from the bedside table drawer and began to read it carefully.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

He slammed the book shut.

Lin An writhed downwards, like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, shrinking into the gap between the mat and the sheet, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Being down-to-earth is definitely not for me; I'll just have to use cheat codes...

As if in response to his expectations, there was a loud bang!

The desk exploded with a loud bang!

Wood chips flew everywhere, textbooks and workbooks were flying all over the place, and Lin An stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.

"Hold--"

Before he could finish cursing, a blue, spherical object flew out of the drawer from the billowing smoke, traced an arc in the air, and hit him squarely in the stomach.

Lin An gasped in pain, his eyes rolled back slightly, and he almost died on the spot.

Lin Meng rushed into the room, screaming, "What happened? What happened? What exploded?!"

The blue sphere rolled down the sheet to the floor, then sat up as if drunk, its round face full of confusion:

"What happened? Where am I? Who are you?"

Lin An: "..."

What you're saying are all my words!

……

……

One hour later.

Peking Union Medical College Hospital, Emergency Department.

The corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the incandescent light bulbs emitted a faint hum. Several patients waiting for their appointments looked over curiously.

Lin An lay on the examination bed in the clinic, his trouser legs rolled up, revealing large bruises on his calves.

God knows why, despite the impact to the stomach, it was the legs that were injured.

"How did you get this?" The on-duty doctor, a balding middle-aged man in his forties wearing old-fashioned silver-rimmed glasses, asked while pressing on the wound.

"The cat smashed it," Lin An said expressionlessly.

The doctor paused, looked up at him, and said blankly, "Are you insulting my intelligence?"

Lin An looked at the chubby little blue boy huddled behind Lin Meng, his round hands covering his head, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the floor, sighed, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Just tell me directly, how do you plan to treat it?"

The doctor said, "Go get an X-ray in a bit. It looks like a fracture, and you'll need a cast."

Lin An blinked and asked curiously, "Do you need anesthesia to get a cast?"

Having never broken a leg in either of his lives, he had absolutely no idea about the process.

The doctor gave him a mocking look: "You'll have to get it, it'll hurt a lot."

Lin An calmly said, "We don't need to fight. My willpower is very strong."

"If you insist on fighting—"

He paused for a moment and said seriously:

"I don't acknowledge this money."

doctor:"???"

This child probably has some kind of problem.

"Alright, stop fooling around here."

Lin Yi walked in from the clinic door, took the examination form from the doctor, and said, "Hurry up and pay for the examination. Don't waste public health resources here."

The doctor nodded with satisfaction, about to add a few words of agreement, when Lin An squinted and said, "You're just trying to get back to watch 'Princess Pearl' sooner, aren't you?"

Who are they looking at and don't know who they are?

Lin Yi showed no shame at being exposed, and said calmly, "Since you know, why don't you hurry up?"

"Damn it, those kids from Nancun are taking advantage of my weak legs..." Lin An cursed as he pulled out his money.

This has made their already meager wallets even worse.

After taking the money, Lin Yi turned and left.

Lin An and the others were directed to the waiting area by medical staff.

Since there were only two seats available, Lin Meng was forced to squeeze in with the blue robot cat.

Lin Meng was thoroughly enjoying herself, and as soon as she sat down, she transformed into a curious child:

"Brother, what is this?"

"Doraemon".

"Why is it blue?"

"Crying like this."

Why doesn't it have ears?

"It was bitten off by a rat."

"Why are you so fat?"

"Maybe he ate too many dorayaki."

Lin Meng tilted her head and poked it with her finger.

My eyes lit up when I noticed how bouncy and chewy it felt.

The blue chubby boy trembled, his round arms tightening their grip, but he couldn't help but raise his head, looking at Lin An with curiosity, and asked:

Do you know me?

Lin An shrugged and said, "Doraemon, everyone on Earth knows him."

The world has finally gone completely mad and become unrecognizable, but since time travel is possible, it's not entirely impossible for a Doraemon to pop out of a drawer...

Okay, he still can't accept it.

This channel is wrong, hey!

Lin An hesitated for a long time before finally speaking:

"Why is it that everyone else seems to not know you, yet they accept your presence?"

The Doraemon manga was created in 1969 and was adapted into an anime that aired in Japan after six years of serialization.

Due to its novel concept and highly entertaining content, the animated series was introduced to China in 1991 and has been airing for nine years now.

Logically speaking, this cat-shaped robot, which is 1.3 meters tall, has a red nose, and a big round face, should be a household name in China today.

But as they walked along, no one reacted, nor did they think there was anything wrong with a cat walking on two legs and being able to talk.

Doraemon scratched his head: "I don't know how to explain it... In fact, I don't even understand why you know me."

As he spoke, he muttered to himself:

"Strange, according to the effects, this world should have been corrected... Could you also be from the future?"

"Correct the world?" Lin An's mind automatically began searching for various props in the animation, asking as if to confirm:

"What about a phone booth?"

"You know?" Doraemon's eyes widened, and his mouth formed an "O" shape.

Lin An's expression immediately turned strange.

That's interesting.

Although it's unclear why this 22nd-century robot cat suddenly popped out of his drawer, the other party doesn't seem to intend to leave immediately.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Devil's Passport, Time Capsule, Anywhere Door, Time Stopper, Time Stopper, Time Stopper...

With so many amazing gadgets, if he got just one of them, he wouldn't need to eat beef anymore!

"I have a feeling you're thinking about something bad," Doraemon retorted.

"Slander! Utter slander!"

Lin An's face hardened, and he said righteously:

"I'm a well-known model citizen in the East District. I received the 'Three Good Student' award six times in elementary school—a truly progressive youth!"

Doraemon looked suspicious, but didn't say anything more.

At that moment, two uniformed police officers walked over, followed by a bald emergency room doctor.

One of the police officers showed Lin An his badge and calmly asked, "You're Lin An?"

Lin An thought for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"No, I am Lin Yi."

Lin Meng: "???"

Bald doctor: "!!!"

The police officer frowned slightly and said, "There was an explosion in your room. We need to conduct an investigation. Please cooperate."

Why would a small explosion warrant a chase all the way to the hospital?

Lin An felt really annoyed!

Seeing the serious expressions on the two policemen's faces, he knew he couldn't fool them anymore and could only sigh.

"Okay, I'll tell you everything. All of this..."

He pointed at Doraemon and said, "Actually, he did it all."

Doraemon: "..."