Doraemon for an imperfect world

Chapter 273 I was reborn, reborn in...

Because he couldn't bear to watch it any more, Doraemon couldn't help but speed up the process, wanting to see how this girl had fallen to her current state.

After being kicked out of the house, Yoshida Saki could only go to her so-called boyfriend, but he instigated her to take drugs, sell her body for her boyfriend, and even aborted her children more than once. She was completely abandoned until she lost her usefulness and was raped by a homeless man. After finding out that she was pregnant again, she finally woke up and began to save money for her unborn child, dreaming of becoming a qualified mother.

It's a pity that people who are addicted to drugs have no way to escape the vicious destruction. Yoshida Saki was ultimately unable to escape the clutches of drugs. All her money was robbed by gangsters. During the resistance, she was kicked in the stomach and suffered a miscarriage. So, in desperation, she injected herself with all the drugs in one breath, hoping to end her painful life.

Doraemon looked at the picture displayed on the space-time TV in silence, and then couldn't help but sigh.

"Have you never realized the true nature of that man?"

"I……"

Yoshida Saki pursed her lips, knelt on the ground and sobbed, "I actually realized it, but I just didn't dare to admit it."

Doraemon gently reached out and patted Yoshida Saki on the back.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that my previous attitude was indeed a bit excessive.

The tragedy of this child is not the result of her own wrong choice, but the fact that she encountered the worst side of the three most important aspects for a child: family, school and society. She is not vain, but just wants to work hard to fill her own emptiness, and simply longs to be loved.

Because she has never been truly loved, she regards other people's ill intentions towards her as love.

Perhaps this is why robots like it were created.

“Why do people always long to be loved?”

Doraemon sighed, and looking at Yoshida Saki who was kneeling on the ground crying, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Well, if you could do it again, could you make up your mind to quit drug addiction?"

"I……"

Yoshida Saki was about to answer, but immediately shut her mouth in shame.

She was a cowardly and unqualified mother, so she didn't dare to make any promises. She had made up her mind countless times not to inject the evil needle into her body again, but every time the drug addiction attacked, her rationality was as fragile as wet tissue paper.

It is an endless abyss. As long as you take a step towards it, you will keep falling and sinking. Reason and dignity will no longer exist under its trampling, and you will never be able to escape from it until you die.

Doraemon took in the girl's expression, and finally couldn't help but rummage through his pockets.

The other party did not agree without thinking, which meant that she was still reflecting. She had fallen into this abyss for too long and she just needed someone to pull her out.

"I can give you a chance to go back and start over again."

Doraemon said, "But it comes at a price."

"Really? Lord Devil!"

Yoshida Saki suddenly raised her head and asked cautiously like a frightened animal, as if she was afraid that Doraemon would suddenly change his mind. "As long as I can go back to the past, it doesn't matter even if you want to take my soul."

"Then it's settled."

Doraemon waved his round hands and said, "I can give you a chance to start over in life, but if you become addicted to drugs again, you will be punished in hell from now on."

"No problem, no problem, Master Devil!"

Yoshida Saki quickly grabbed Doraemon's arm and begged humbly.

Seeing this, Doraemon took out a square machine from his pocket and a hood connected to it that he wore on his head:

"A chance to start over in life!"

Doraemon handed the cover connected to the machine to Yoshida Saki and said, "Put this on your head first, and leave the rest to me."

Yoshida Saki quickly wiped the tears from her face and took it carefully as if she was afraid of accidentally breaking the props.

The life restart machine, as the name suggests, is a machine that can retain the current physical strength and memory to go back to the past and rewrite your life. Nobita once used this machine to go back to his childhood and become a genius child.

I hope that after experiencing so much hardship, she can learn to love herself.

Doraemon dreamed, looking down at the control console in front of him.

"Let me see, should I just go back to when I first started high school?"

Thinking of this, Doraemon gently pressed the switch of the prop.

Yoshida Saki suddenly felt as if she had fallen into a vortex of time. Something beyond human senses was twisting around her, dragging her upstream in her ever-falling and ruined life.

Yoshida Saki suddenly opened her eyes, and immediately a spring breeze brushed across her cheek.

A bright and beautiful school appeared in front of her. Yoshida Saki couldn't help but take a step back in embarrassment, only to find that she was wearing a sailor suit full of youthfulness, with two slightly rustic braids hanging in front of her chest, and her smooth and fair skin revealed the purity unique to a girl.

As if realizing something, she quickly pulled up her sleeves. There was no stain left by the injection on her smooth arms, as spotless as an innocent virgin.

Is she really back?

Back to when you were just in high school?

Yoshida Saki felt her eyes moisten again. She had dreamed countless times of going back to the time before everything happened, but no dream had ever been as real as this one.

She swallowed hard, raised her legs timidly, and walked through the school gate.

"What's wrong little girl."

The security guard at the side couldn't help but ask, "Did he get bullied?"

"No no."

Yoshida Saki shook her head vigorously and hurriedly, as if she suddenly woke up, and walked forward impatiently, then walked all the way to the classroom that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and sat in her seat looking at the classmates around her with some anxiety.

She remembered these people. Although she couldn't remember what each of them looked like, she remembered that each of them hurt her.

"Hello students."

Just as Yoshida Saki was sitting there in a daze, the homeroom teacher came over and stood on the podium and said:

"Then, for the next three years, I will be your homeroom teacher. First, please introduce yourselves."

Yoshida Saki looked blankly at the people around her as they walked forward one by one, and soon it was her turn.

"My name is Yoshida Saki."

She looked at the students below and said, "That's it."

274

Chapter 274: Cartoonist Saki Yoshida.

The day's classes ended quickly. Yoshida Saki did not participate in the discussions of her classmates, and also rejected those seemingly friendly exchanges. Due to some psychological trauma from the past, she really could not get close to those people anymore.

After school, Yoshida Saki immediately ran to the nearby police station to report the man she remembered selling drugs. This was not because of hatred, but because she was afraid that she would lose self-control and step into the abyss of no return again, so she wanted to take precautions as much as possible while she still had her sanity.

Then Yoshida Saki walked aimlessly on the street, hesitated for a moment, and walked into a convenience store nearby.

"welcome."

An old man standing behind the cashier said with a smile.

"Sorry, I'm not here to shop."

Yoshida Saki shook her head slightly and explained, "Um, do you still need any staff here?"

"It's a student who wants a part-time job."

The old man smiled and said, "Sorry, we don't want any extra employees here for the time being."

"I see."

Yoshida Saki said this and took a few steps back to find the next convenience store to ask.

Because of past or future experiences, she really couldn't feel at ease if she didn't have some money saved at all times. Her father would probably be fired from the company soon, and she had to leave home before that.

It was a rare opportunity to start over, so she had to seize it.

Just like that, after being rejected several times in a row, Yoshida Saki finally chose to go home. Standing at the door, she couldn't help but tremble all over when she was about to knock on it.

She thought again of her father who had committed beastly acts against her and her mother who had kicked her out of the house without any reason. She had no resentment towards her parents. If she had to say something, it was more of fear than anything else. If possible, she really didn't want to come back.

But now she had nowhere to go, no money to rent a house, and no one to turn to. If she wanted to sleep on the streets, she would definitely be violated by homeless people like in her previous life... Although everything had started over again, for some reason Yoshida Saki still felt a sense of confusion and helplessness from the bottom of her heart.

Finally, she knocked on the door gently.

She didn't want to do this, but she had no choice.

"Xiaosaki is back."

My mother opened the door with a smile and asked, "How is it? Did you enjoy your first day of high school?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good."

Yoshida Saki nodded slightly, then walked into the room with her head lowered.

"what happened?"

Her father asked while holding a newspaper, "You don't look very happy. Are you being bullied?"

"no."

Yoshida Saki quickly shook her head, "There's nothing much to say."

And just like that, an uneasy day ended.

Yoshida Saki lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying hard to think of a way to change her fate. She also wanted to live with dignity, and also wanted to earn clean money through hard work rather than through her body, and then...

Yoshida Saki subconsciously reached out and touched her lower abdomen.

She wants to be a qualified mother and wants to give her children all that she has not received.

At this moment, Yoshida Saki suddenly felt someone knocking gently on her window.

Yoshida Saki suddenly raised her head and saw a blue figure floating outside the window.

"Master Devil?"

Yoshida Saki quickly opened the window and asked nervously, "Why are you here?"

"Don't worry, I just thought you might need help, so I wanted to come over and help you."

Doraemon explained as he took off his bamboo dragonfly and walked into the room, saying, "It's very difficult to find a job, right?"

"Ah."

Yoshida Saki pursed her lips and nodded slightly, saying with some fear, "I don't know what I can do."

"It's okay. Everyone feels lost sometimes."

Doraemon narrowed his eyes and nodded. "When I was in school, I was also full of confusion because my grades were at the bottom and I didn't know what to do."

"Do demons also need to go to school?"

"Yeah, of course."

Doraemon smiled and said, "Thinking about it now, I really miss those days."

Yoshida Saki: "..."

She didn't know how to answer him. Although it seemed that this devil had no ill intentions and had even let her return to the present, she was still somewhat frightened by the scene she saw after her "death".

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally went too far."

Doraemon said as he looked towards Yoshida Saki's desk "You just said you didn't know what you could do, right?"

Yoshida Saki nodded blankly.

Seeing this, Doraemon walked to the desk, picked up Yoshida Saki's pen, and wrote down various occupations on a piece of paper. Then he used a ruler to press it and tear it into small pieces. Then he took out a ball of red wool from his pocket and explained:

"The red thread of destiny—if you go through this, you'll be able to find the career that suits you best!"

It was through this that Nobita and his friends found the right musical instrument, and eventually, through playing it, they repelled the space monster that was trying to devour the Earth.

Doraemon linked the small pieces of paper one by one with red lines, then put these small pieces of paper into the paper bag containing Dorayaki, and then gave the other end of the line to Yoshida Saki.

"Come on, follow your heart and take one."

Yoshida Saki hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to accept this gift from the devil.

She gently pinched a red thread, and then a small piece of paper was pulled up.

Yoshida Saki picked up the small piece of paper and read softly:

"cartoonist?"

“Is it actually a comic?”

Doraemon came over and started to watch as well. "Are you good at drawing?"

Yoshida Saki shook her head slightly. She had no special skills in this area.