Teaching building, Grade One, Class Eight.
The classroom's appearance doesn't differ much from other classes.
But peering in through the window, a peculiar atmosphere emerges.
The places on the walls originally for displaying excellent assignments and honor certificates are covered with crooked graffiti.
Desks are scattered haphazardly, as if each piece of furniture has its own idea, occupying space at will.
The students appear to be in a state of indifference.
Some are snoring away, drool hanging from the corners of their mouths.
Some are gaming, shouting occasionally: "Grab the dragon!"
A few girls are playing with their phones and looking in the mirror, thinking about where to hang out tonight.
The teacher of traditional Chinese studies on the podium helplessly gazes at the students below, with a hint of fatigue and disappointment in his eyes.
