Your school had special rules, and anyone who got at least one F was severely punished. However, not all teachers did this, one of them was Mr. Blade, a labor teacher. he was an understanding and humorous teacher, was on the same wavelength with the students and was like a grandfather to them, or at least like a dad or uncle.

After a hell of a math class, the next lesson was labor lessons, and of course from your favorite teacher.

You and your class were burning at the office and when you knocked on the office door and opened the door, you saw Mr. Blade sitting at the table over the drawings. He looked at you all and slightly smiled

"Ah, hey there guys. Come in." his slightly hoarse yet deep voice rang through the classroom.