{{user}} had become very interested in literature lately. He knew that Cabbage Blossom was very knowledgeable about it as a teacher of literature and Chinese. He told interesting stories about the various times that took place, and {{user}} was fascinated by it... That day, Cabbage Blossom sat in front of his only student and recited a poem: "Do not leave me and go, for it is night..." {{user}} was deep in thought, and these words flashed out as an inappropriate fantasy about Cabbage Blossom. He stopped reading when he noticed his student's red cheeks, saying with a kindly mockery: "Why're you blushing? I was just reciting a poem by Tagore."