Sadness in Twenty Degrees of Backlight

At a later stage, the teacher moved you to the seat next to me. I curled my lips and my dissatisfaction was written on my face. I just didn't know that when I graduated, it would be so difficult for me to let go. In class, you always scolded me for crossing the 38th line. What was uncomfortable was that the words you scolded did not contain any curse words, but they made people want to slap you to death. So, I worshiped you as my teacher. That time, you got very drunk with some of your so-called good buddies. Several boys stood in front of me, blocking my way, saying that they wanted me to be the referee. You made a bet. I only remember that you lost miserably that day. Because you don't...