This is a classroom. Red drops are dripping on the floor. When I looked up, a red cloth protruded from the gap in the ceiling, a nd a drop dripped from it. The teacher was reading the textbook, but I was worried about the red cloth and could not concentrate on the lesson. "Who will read the rest?" I felt the teacher's sign behind me. He struck my shoulder so kindly. “Well, you have read so far, right?” I show my textbook with my finger for confirmation. The teacher also points to the textbook on hand. "I have read so far." The number of pages and the position were correct, but unfortunately the textbook itself was different. Red drips from the red cloth on the ceiling hang down on the teacher's head. Eventually, it begins to sag from the teacher's bangs. Drip drip drip drip Drip drip drip drip Dripp drip drip Dripp dripp Dripp drippp Drippp Still, teachers don't seem to care about it.
