This Conan Is Super Lame!

Fujino glanced at Conan, who had dark lines all over his face and felt utterly out of place, knowing full well what the kid was thinking.

Perhaps for this kid, the amusement park was a place of unforgettable back-of-the-head pain.

But for ordinary children, it was a yearning for the best of hopes.

Amusement parks... probably every kid had dreamed of one.

Tropical Land was practically the Disney of China.

In childhood, one held innocent and wonderful fantasies about it, yet could never realize them due to family financial limitations.

When one grew up, that fantasy simply dissipated; youth, baptized by reality, had already become an arrow shot straight at them.

Maybe this was just like an ordinary child—never having been to an amusement park, never having been to the seaside, never having flown on a plane, and never having been to a children's palace.

When you looked back at it as an adult, it actually wasn't that big a deal anyway.

Things unattainable in youth ultimately trap a person for a lifetime.

Fujino shoved his hands into his pockets, glanced up at the azure sky, and then looked over at the jubilant little kids.

The children were fortunate; whether it was camping, going to see the ocean, or visiting an amusement park, Professor Agasa was like Doraemon, capable of taking them to make it all happen.

The children's childhoods were complete, unconstrained by finances, and able to freely fulfill all their fantasies.

This time, he would just have to play the role of Doraemon.

Fujino looked toward the towering Conan Happy Ferris Wheel not far away, and spoke up, "Let's go ride the Ferris Wheel first."

"..."

Conan instantly put on the expression of an absolute chump.

So seriously, did this guy Fujino have some kind of predestined bond