I remember when I was a freshman, the class held an activity. It should be a treasure hunt. At that time, I was a referee and host.
Therefore, I need to run more places.
But because I walked slowly, my roommate and I rode around on his motorcycle.
However, just as I was about to get on the motorcycle, suddenly, there was a tearing sound, as if something had broken. When my eyes cleared up, I saw, Oh, my God, there was a big hole in my pants pocket.
Now, it's no different from open-backed pants.
Sitting on a motorcycle at that time, my roommate may not know me yet. So I asked him to drive back to the dormitory first and told him I was going to get something. In this way, I walked slowly with my schoolbag and manuscript in my hand, clutching my lower body. I'm afraid of being discovered. I am an exhibitionist.
Fortunately, it was dark and no one noticed me. Otherwise I really don't know what to do.
Another time, after school, I was going to eat, and I walked as if something was going to fly out.
Later, I saw that it was my sneakers and turned into nunchakus. Leave me with the soles. Say goodbye to me. It's a pity that the heel of the shoe sticks tightly to the sole and won't let him run.
I really wanted to escape from this scene at that time.
However, haste makes waste. The faster you walk, the harder it is to control the soles of your shoes.
You can only rub slowly and get out of the devil's step. Let the right foot step on the sole tightly and drag it back to the dormitory slowly like a crutch.
Take off this prostitute as soon as you get to my house.
It's a pity to see the shoes broken like that. I want to throw them away. I want to go to the market to buy some shoe glue and see if I can get it back. I just didn't expect it to get worse and worse. In the end, I couldn't bear it, so I had to throw away my shoes.
After all, I don't want to walk, and my soles will fall out.