Nobita Nobi: "Do you all want to buy robots like Doraemon?"
Nobita Nobi: "I'll ask Doraemon. It should be fine."
Seeing how much the other Chat Group members liked Doraemon, Nobita Nobi could not help feeling proud.
That was right—his Doraemon was just that amazing and that popular!
Of course, Doraemon was his, one of a kind, and he could not give Doraemon to anyone else. But if it was a robot of the same model as Doraemon, that should be fine, right?
Future Department Store definitely sold them, didn't it?
Without waiting for the other group members to respond, Nobita Nobi withdrew his consciousness from the Chat Group and turned to Doraemon, who was beside him reading the manga Nobita had exchanged from the Chat Group and eating dorayaki.
"Doraemon, can you go to the future and buy a robot of the same model as you?"
Nobita Nobi asked Doraemon.
"Pfft!"
Doraemon nearly choked on the dorayaki. It stared wide-eyed at Nobita, completely bewildered.
"Nobita, what did you say? Buy a robot like me?"
"Am I not enough for you?"
"No, no!"
Nobita hurriedly waved his hands and explained to Doraemon:
"I mean everyone from that place I joined."
"They watched our story and really liked you, so someone asked whether they could have a robot companion as wonderful as you, Doraemon."
"I just wanted to ask whether Future Department Store sells the same model as you."
"Oh, so that was it."
Doraemon suddenly understood. The panic faded from its face, replaced by embarrassed delight.
Its little hand sheepishly rubbed its smooth head.
"I'm not as great as they say..."
"If it's a child-rearing robot of the same model as me, then theoretically, they are sold. But while every robot has the same basic capabilities, their personalities are different."