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After slipping his feet in, the lad was too nervous to stand up. Goudan looked at him, his expression slightly speechless.

"Walk around, how would you know if it’s comfortable if you don’t walk?"

Alas, how did he, the clever Goudan, end up with such a foolish little brother?

Goudan had a look of utter dejection.

The kid in the sneakers quickly stood up, carefully avoiding the muddy spots, and took a few steps.

"These are comfortable, way better than the cloth shoes my mom makes."

Maishou looked on enviously.

"Of course, these are shoes that only families of cadres can afford to wear; how could they not be comfortable?"

Goudan’s young aunt is too kind!