No matter what major she chose, she would end up going back to inherit the family business anyway.
And now, he would go meet her.
Oreki checked his phone.
Because he had contacted the principal early on, he had obtained the information on the students in his new class.
First Year Clinical Medicine, Class C.
There were eighty students in this class.
Among them, seventy-seven were from Chiba, and only three came from other prefectures.
Every local university had its own particular trait. People whose grades were not at the very top clearly had better options available to them, yet they still liked to crowd together locally.
So that was why almost everyone here was from Chiba.
Because he had obtained enough information, Oreki was not nervous about the upcoming "greeting."
However, university did not have the same targeted development as middle school and high school.
For example, the roster in the counselor's files did not include teachers' evaluations and analyses of each student, etc.
That would also have made the work direction clearer and easier for other teachers who came into contact with the roster.
So the counselor's roster was blank.
Oreki even suspected whether a counselor could clearly recognize every single student in the class.
But that clearly had nothing to do with him. That was something the counselor had to be responsible for himself.
And he had also obtained the timetable.
University courses had become very relaxed.
Basically, there were classes for a morning each day, then nothing in the afternoon, or else only a class in the afternoon.
Or there might be no classes at all for two days straight.
At the same time, students were not required to live on campus, so out of the eighty people in the class, only six lived at