Aikawa was a piano instructor at Sacred Heart Girls' High School, in charge of the sophomore B class that Yuzi Shan Yuan belonged to.
And coincidentally, there was a piano class scheduled for this afternoon.
Beichuan Si had already roughly grasped the situation.
"The current time is 7:30, there's still some time before the class begins," Beichuan Si sat silently in the teacher's chair, his brain whirring nonstop.
He had located the office for the second-year high school students through the information on his teacher's ID card, combined with the flowchart below, and then with difficulty had found Aikawa's desk among the multitude of office desks.
It must be said that it had not been an easy journey to get there.
And as for the piano, Beichuan Si only knew a little bit.
But that was merely a hobby; teaching a group of aristocratic female students was simply an impossibility.
After all, the students at Sacred Heart Girls' High School were very high quality.
