Goda's Grocery Store was exceptionally quiet, with a 'Closed' sign on its rolled-down door. Only the second-floor window emitted a faint light.
"Damn it, how could it end in just five seconds? Again, I don't believe it."
An angry, rough voice came from the dim room. It was late at night, and Fat Tiger, instead of sleeping, was sitting cross-legged on his quilt, studying something.
A few floor lamps emitted a faint light, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.
Was he burning the midnight oil?
Yes, you guessed right, but he wasn't reading study books, but rather Spring and Autumn.
Fat Tiger's dark face was flushed red. He was exercising with a secondhand gravure photo album he'd found somewhere. The only problem was that the exercise time was too short; a cycle was only 5 to 10 seconds.
"Baka, ah!!!"
Another five seconds passed. Fat Tiger angrily dropped the book in his hand, cleaned up the scattered waste paper, and then opened the window to ventilate the stuffy room.
"This great me is a dignified man, strong and robust, captivating countless young girls. Why do I have such a useless thing like you?"
Leaning against the low wall by the window, the gorilla furiously scolded his banana, venting his frustration and sadness.
3.8 cm, ten-second limit, five-second regular. His life was ruined.
A hero with a short weapon, depressed and melancholic, his dark cheeks gazed up at the bright moon in the sky.
Just as he was about to create an atmosphere of loneliness and desolation, a massive dark shadow suddenly burst in, breaking the quiet of the night.
"This… this this…"
"Shark! Help… help me! Why is there a shark floating in the air?!"
He rubbed his eyes, confirming he hadn't seen wrong.
Fat Tiger, instantly wide awake, wanted to run, but his legs felt as heavy as lead, unable to move. The real horror experience was even more thrilling than the game he'd just played.
The gaping maw slowly approached. Fat Tiger didn't even have time to pull up his pants. He instantly rolled his eyes and was scared unconscious by the shark.
"Hey, listen, that scream sounds familiar, just like Fat Tiger's voice."
Doraemon looked at the nearby corner, put down his camera, and scratched his head.
Filming and framing shots all the way, they had unconsciously arrived near Goda's Grocery Store.
"It really seems to be Fat Tiger. What's he screaming about in the middle of the night? Let's go check."
Nobi Hiroshi swam ahead, turned the corner, and peeked out. A colossal creature slowly emerged in his curious, wide eyes.
Its body was massive, its skin rough and powerful, like a moving reef, its head constantly bumping against the wooden window frame.
He had to admit, this family slept really soundly; they couldn't be woken up by this?
"Grrr!"
The shark might have smelled something fishy and wanted to bite the Kun hidden beneath the fatty belly.
Only half a Kun claw was exposed, as tiny as a wheat awn, unnoticeable to ordinary people, but Brother Shark's eyesight was still good.
"Doraemon, there's a shark! Quickly get out a gadget to deal with it!"
Nobi Nobita lay behind Doraemon's forehead, tremblingly pointing at the target.
"Okay, let me look."
Fumbling in his pocket, Doraemon pulled out an air gun and distributed it to the others for armament.
Nobita, with his shooting skills maxed out, stood at the very front. He raised his arm, aimed at the fish's rear, and a perfectly accurate air bubble hit it.
"Bang!"
"Roar!"
The shark yelped in pain, angrily twisted its body, and slowly swam towards them.
Its mouth was slightly agape, revealing sharp teeth, as if proclaiming the impending danger, making one's heart pound.
"Ah!!!"
The sharpshooter was so scared he lost his composure, threw down the air gun, and hid behind a utility pole.
Doraemon gave him a speechless glance, then followed Nobi Hiroshi in shooting.
The shooting skills of the three were not as good as Nobita's, and they were also firing blanks, but there were so many bullets, they fired them out as if they were free, directly forming a suppressive firepower that forced the shark to cower in the corner.
Ten minutes later, it was a useless fish.
The recoil from the air gun also made their arms numb. Shizuka and Doraemon were no longer able to fire.
"Hiro, don't go over there."
Shizuka spoke anxiously from behind, her hand gripping Nobi Hiroshi's arm.
Although the shark had been temporarily subdued, what if it counterattacked, for example, with a death roll? Then he would immediately be peacefully gone.
"It's alright, Shizuka. A photo of riding a shark, don't you want to take one? Opportunities like this don't come often."
"Then… then be careful."
"Mhm, don't worry."
Nobi Hiroshi said with a smile, freeing himself from her soft palm, and swam towards the useless fish lying in the corner, visibly in low spirits.
Indeed, being inexplicably ganged up on by a few "water monkeys," any fish would find it hard to accept, especially with such a young mind. It was understandable.
"So this is a shark. It feels so rough to the touch, rougher than sandpaper."
"Will the meat of this thing be tasty?"
Hiro cautiously swam to the shark's front and hypnotized it with his mental power.
Subsequently, the shark's expression slowly changed from fierce and evil to an honest demeanor, becoming Hiro's exclusive honest fish.
"Xiao Hong, do you use your superpower training box every day? That's amazing!"
Seeing the shark's emotions stabilize, Doraemon quickly ran over and asked with great concern.
"Yes, I use it every day, Doraemon. Please take a few more photos."
Winking at Doraemon, Nobi Hiroshi clearly remembered Shizuka's envious look when she saw Xiao Fu riding a manta ray.
Who else would he spoil if not his wife? Now that there was a shark to ride, of course he had to take a few photos. Besides, a happy wife would let him be intimate afterwards.
"Let's all take turns taking photos." Doraemon, the photographer, happily took out his camera and started shooting.
Hiro rode the shark, and the fish tilted its head, revealing its sharp white teeth, looking very cool.
Shizuka, without understanding why, turned cute. Nobita, being unpopular, had his head bitten by the shark for his photo. Doraemon, being too short, could only show his big head.
Finally, Hiro and Shizuka took a joint photo riding the shark, concluding today's diving and photo experience.
"It's about time. We need to quickly get all the fish back into the sea, otherwise, they'll cause trouble for everyone during the day."
Doraemon put away his camera and said to everyone, feeling a bit sleepy too.
He took out a gadget from his pocket that looked like a wind-up frog, called the "Home Music Box."
"Ding-a-ling…"
As the music began, the shark, which had been staying by Hiro and the others, suddenly had tears welling up in its eyes and swam towards the activity fishing pond.
A large group of fish followed behind it.
"Doraemon, we're leaving first."
"Okay, go back and rest. I'll stay and see if any fish were missed."
"Alright, thank you for your hard work."
Nobi Hiroshi waved his hand and took Tian Mei back to his home.
After the photo session, Shizuka, who had been so energetic, started yawning, her cute little head already nodding off.
As a responsible boyfriend, helping her change clothes was naturally not to be refused.
Nobi Hiroshi repeated his previous actions, took off his clothes, and got into the pink bedding, joking that he would definitely sleep better if he slept together.
On the other side of the street, a blue figure was wandering around.
After waiting for a while and confirming that no fish were left, Doraemon put away the music box and the fishing pond.
"All done, let's go back and rest."
Taking off his virtual tactile glasses, Duo La returned to Nobita's room through the anywhere door, and the tired Doraemon comfortably lay down in his wall bed.
The virtual water disappeared, and just then, a rustling sound came from the branches of the big tree in the courtyard.
"Crack… bang…"
A mermaid fell from the sky, not like Tom splitting a tree to become a god, but simply hanging there, unconscious from the impact.