Transfer Student Jino

New York. Midtown High School. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows onto the classroom desks, as if dusting the faces of these youthful, beautiful college students with a layer of gold. Campus life was always wonderful, and high school students were always restless. "So, can anyone tell me how to solve this problem?" Standing at the podium was a white-haired old lady in a floral dress, well over a hundred years old. She drew out her words as her gaze swept across the students below.