“What do you want to do…”
Shigeru Miyamoto stared at the fat-headed and big-eared Pikachu strangely.
Although he asked, he didn’t expect the other party to answer, after all, this was just a Pikachu.
But there was a ridiculous feeling rising in his heart.
Look at Pikachu’s actions… Does it mean to write?
How is this possible?
How could Pikachu write?
Just as Miyamoto Shigeru was watching, Pikachu spread the notebook flat on the bed, and then hugged the ballpoint pen with his two paws, as if he was playing the pen fairy game, and he began to draw with the pen with a difficult pen.
Shigeru Miyamoto’s eyes suddenly widened, and he also pronounced the two words written by Pikachu.
“You, I want to…”
Although the words written by Pikachu holding the pen are crooked and look like loose fonts written by a child who has just learned to write, it is undeniable that this is definitely a recognizable “text”!
In Miyamoto Shigeru’s shocked gaze, Pikachu slowly wrote two lines of ugly big words on the notebook, one stroke at a time, one by one, one by one.
Then Pikachu shook the pen casually, put his hands on his waist, nodded with satisfaction, and pushed the notebook in front of Shigeru Miyamoto.
Shigeru Miyamoto took the book, identified the crooked words on it, and read it out in a complete and coherent manner. He was shocked and could hardly believe his eyes.
“Do you, think, understand, live, live, meaning,? Do you, think, be true, live, stay?”
Shigeru Miyamoto felt that his mind was not enough.
Even if Pikachu can write well… Is this something that Pikachu can write?
“···The meaning of life, really living?···”
Shigeru Miyamoto continued to chew what Pikachu wrote, and looked at Zhao Pika, who was fat and big-eared, with his expression completely changed.
A look of fear, doubt, confusion, and even fear gathered on Miyamoto Shigeru’s face. Now, he felt his strangeness to this Pikachu again.
“Pickup!”
(Application quickly!)
Zhao Pika continued to make cute screams, while stretching his claws and pointing the notebook again.
The meaning of urging a decision to make is already quite obvious.
Shigeru Miyamoto hesitated. His mind was now filled with muddy and he couldn’t think about it carefully. This is weird enough for Pikachu to write. How should he answer? You know, the other party is just Pikachu!
Just as the confused primary school student and the fat Pikachu stared at each other,A strange sound suddenly came from outside the window of the small room.
Floating, Floating—
Floating sounds of birds flapping their wings came. The sound was quite loud, and it was definitely not something that one or two birds could make. Miyamoto Shigeru and Zhao Pika quickly turned their heads and saw nothing. Outside the window, it was pitch black.