Returning to the first day of my job, even though only a year has passed, coming back to this moment still feels nostalgic.
Walking along the avenue at the school gate, I look around and see ancient trees lining both sides, their scarlet maple leaves forming a scene—some drifting in the air, others fallen on the ground, creating a vast red carpet, as if welcoming people to the campus.
Many more still cling to the branches, waiting for late autumn to slowly fall.
It’s almost time for class, and students walk in twos and threes on this red carpet, chatting and laughing, each radiating the vibrant energy of youth, like the rising sun.
Youth is wonderful, unlike me, burdened with massive debt at such a young age, forced to teach in a place like this.
Yes, the reason I became a teacher here is simple: to pay off my debt.
As for how I ended up with this debt, I have to “thank” my deadbeat dad.
Initially, I was a carefree second-generation rich kid, living a worry-free life thanks to my dad’s several listed companies.
But later, I don’t know what that deadbeat did—his company went bankrupt, he ran off, and the creditors came straight for me. And, of all people, it had to be her…
“Reminder to host: ten minutes until the first-year faculty meeting. Please hurry to the faculty office.”
The system’s prompt pulls me back to reality.
Time’s running out—I need to get moving.
On my way to the faculty office, I pass by my future office.
Though time is tight, curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the schedule posted on the door.
Finding my name, I check the teachers listed nearby, and a smile creeps onto my face.
Sitting next to me are still those innocent, beautiful female teachers—most of them studious good girls their whole lives.
I wonder if the doujin system will assign tasks involving them?
If it does, that’d be perfect. Like I said before, I’ll use my naughty thoughts to corrupt those pure, lovely girls—it gives me an immense sense of satisfaction.
Uh… as for Sakurako Mochizuki from before…?
I believe that was a rare fluke, an outlier.
The teachers in my office, I’m sure, are likely as pure as when I first met them, like blank sheets of paper.
Once we get familiar, I can, like before, turn them into naughty girls.
Heh…?
Well, no need to overthink now.
The priority is getting to the faculty office.
But before I can turn around, a striking figure steps out of the office—a mature, curvaceous girl.
I quickly notice her: long, cascading hair flowing down to her waist, a full chest proudly standing out, and graceful curves like a living work of art.
She stands at the door, her angelic face wearing a polite smile, her gaze falling on me.
I couldn’t be more familiar with this girl.
Her name is Yihong Yin, the homeroom teacher of the class I’ll be teaching and my desk neighbor in the office.
I’m about to greet her, but she beats me to it.
“You must be the new teacher, Guiye, right? Hello, I’m Yihong Yin, the homeroom teacher of the class you’ll be teaching.”
Her initiative sends a flicker of confusion through me.
If I remember correctly, when I was a guy, I tried everything to get close to her, but she always found ways to dodge me.
It took relentless effort to finally win her over.
Is the treatment difference really this big?
Though I’m grumbling inwardly, I respond politely to Yihong Yin.
“Teacher Yihong Yin, hello. I look forward to working with you.”
“Are you heading to the faculty office too? Why don’t we go together?”
After a brief introduction, Yihong Yin invites me to walk with her, which surprises me.
Even as a girl, I’ve never seen Yihong Yin offer to walk with any new female teacher before, so this huge difference in treatment can’t just be because of my gender.
Oh!
Strange as it is, as a seasoned perv, how could I pass up the chance to walk side-by-side with a busty beauty?
Of course, I agree.
“Sounds great! I’m not familiar with the way, so I’ll rely on you.”
As soon as I say this, the system’s voice rings in my mind.
“Reminder to host: due to an oversight by this system, some individuals may carry memories from their previous lives, like you. Please proceed with caution.”
What?!
The system’s words make me suspect something.
Could Yihong Yin be one of those with past-life memories?
That would explain why she proactively said my name, greeted me, and suggested we walk together.
Thinking of what I did to Yihong Yin in my past life, a chill runs down my spine.
But she might not have past-life memories.
I’ll try to probe her later if I get the chance.
And why is this stupid system only telling me now?!
If you’d been any later, I might’ve exposed that I’m a reincarnator and ended up dead!
I really want to curse the system out, but with Yihong Yin right beside me, I can’t say anything.
The next second, the system’s response echoes in my mind.
“Replying to host: based on the current situation, you probably won’t die, but you’re likely to get dehydrated.”
???
Dehydrated?
Why dehydrated?
As a teacher, could Yihong Yin physically punish me?
Not to mention, our school strictly prohibits corporal punishment of students.
Wait, can the system hear what I’m thinking?
“Replying to host: as long as you have the intent to communicate with the system, this system will automatically sense it.”
I see, pretty advanced—but still a stupid system.
On the way to the faculty office, I don’t rush to talk to Yihong Yin.
Instead, I observe her, looking for a chance to probe whether she’s a reincarnator so I can plan accordingly.
But the results disappoint me.
Every time I look at her, she turns to me with an enigmatic smile.
Not only do I fail to find an opportunity to probe her, but for some reason, I end up shyly averting my gaze.
Ugh, why is this happening?
Is it because I’ve become a girl that I’m getting shy more easily?
This is so weird…
While Guiye shyly lowers her head, Yihong Yin studies her flushed cheeks with a playful expression.
Who would’ve thought this world line’s Guiye would be such a cute little girl?
When I first saw her profile, I could hardly believe it~
I wonder if she’s a reincarnator like me?
But whether she is or not, seeing how shy little Guiye is, Yihong Yin knows there’ll be plenty of fun things to do in the future~
Wow is everyone here a reincarnator?