I scratched my pants. Look at the picture and write.

I accidentally tore a hole in my pants while playing.

Unconsciously, a gust of wind blew in, and my ass looked like an electric fan, and my ass seemed to be empty.

I turned my head and looked: no, there is a hole in my pants! I quickly clamped my pants and was very shy. What a shame to be seen by others, especially girls. I will be laughed at by everyone.

I walked back to the classroom with a red face, thinking that I would fly home hand in hand like Superman and find my pants, but I was afraid that my mother would laugh at me and ask my neighbors upstairs and downstairs to see my face.

Later, I thought: the boss who sells pants earns dirty money, and the quality of pants is not good at all. He not only cheated my parents of their hard-earned money, but also humiliated me and made me laughed at by my classmates.

The result was discovered by my classmates. They burst into laughter and I sat in my seat in a panic. I can imagine their five senses laughing together. The thought of them clutching their bellies and smiling on their backs makes me want to lower my head.

Later, the teacher lent me a clip to hold the hole in my pants and help me plug it. I'm walking around with a clip. It's strange.