Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World - Having Reincarnated a Million Times I Won’t Let My Guard Down Even in a Peaceful World chapter 85

85: Rex-sensei’s Counseling Room

“Rex… Rex-sensei, you’re handling both homeroom and club advisor duties, isn’t that tough?”

When a classmate said that to me, I first thought, “Call me by my last name.”

But it wasn’t something new. For some reason, my classmates called me by my first name and with a sense of unease.

I remembered that feeling of unease—ah, it was from the time when I had a career as a gladiator. The face that a gladiator, confined in the same cage as a wild beast, would show to the beast, felt like this.

I wanted to ask about the meaning of that expression in detail, but…

I knew that the act of ‘responding to a question with another question’ would ruin the impression, so I decided to first try to resolve the other person’s doubt.

Is it tough?

I wonder, I’ve never thought it was tough.

When I served as the prime minister of a certain dictatorship, there were literally mountains of documents on the table, and there was a tense atmosphere where if you gave the wrong instructions to your subordinates, you’d be killed, and of course, if you displeased the dictator, you’d die too.

Thinking back to the time when I did paperwork between ‘death’ and ‘death,’ I can see that this level of office work and workload won’t kill me, so it’s within the acceptable range. I leave on time, after all.

But let’s consider it from the standards of this world.

According to data I previously investigated, one of the reasons for the bad reputation of the job of a teacher is indeed the ‘intense workload.’

I feel like it’s not just for teachers, but in this world, there’s this strange system where ‘the higher you rise, the more work you get.’

As someone who is both a homeroom teacher and a club advisor, my actual working hours are naturally long, and in addition to that, there’s an increasing amount of clerical work, resulting in a situation where ‘there’s no time’ and ‘you can’t go home.’ Well, I go home though.

“Not being able to take work home” is also accelerating the situation of “not being able to go home.”

From the perspective of confidentiality, it is understandable that there are data that should not be taken home, but it feels overly sensitive, and it seems to be a situation where even insignificant data should not be taken home.

Well, it doesn’t concern me because I have no intention of working after returning home…

…Could it be tough, the current job?

Oh, I’m in trouble… What’s the correct answer to give…?

I pondered. Subjectively, I don’t feel like working late, but I dislike standing out from society.

Since elementary school, it has been 18 years since I’ve made “not standing out” my motto. To avoid standing out, it is necessary to align with the opinions of those around me.

However, I don’t know whether the question “Isn’t it tough?” implies “I find it tough” or “Your workload seems heavy, but do you not find it tough? (Whether it’s the same as me or different doesn’t matter).”

So I asked.

What do you think in reverse?

“…Huh, in reverse? The reverse, huh… Although the paperwork of Professor Lex can cause a stir, I’ve been working overtime a bit recently.”

It was a question of “I find it tough, but how about you?”

Confirmation is important— I decide to disguise my opinion in the direction of “I also find it tough.”

You might think my office work is fast, but I’m making an effort.

I also thought, “My job is tough,” you know.

“Ah, do you have any tips?”

Yes. First, memorize all the necessary numbers.

“Eh?”

If you memorize various data, you won’t have to refer to them every time, right? It’s the same as taking an exam. You’ve taken exams, right?

“Eh, well, yes, I have.”

Also, a lot of the work you’re given is analog, right?

Since nothing changes even if I tell the headmaster, my immediate supervisor, I contacted the chairman the other day and discussed arranging the environment to be able to work more digitally.

“…I see, I understand.”

I want to live a long life, so reducing the effort and stress of work is my top priority.

You’re not working for the sake of work, right? If you feel unnecessary stress, I think you should reduce it no matter what…

How about trying it out like this, Professor?

I sincerely advised.

I aspire to a life with few enemies. If possible, it is ideal to not interact with anyone, which means not having the opportunity to make enemies or allies, but once involved, I must make an effort not to leave a bad impression at the very least.

Therefore, I presented a “proposal” in the form of “a direction that seems easier” to follow.

Being ordered by a colleague of the same rank or being dismissed with something like “I did it. You can do whatever you want” leaves a bad impression, so I paid attention.

The teacher fell silent for a moment.

Then, decisively, they spoke.

“Mr. Rex… Well, actually, I was in the same class as you in high school.”

I know.

“I seemed to have misunderstood you the whole time.”

Misunderstood?

“Yes. I thought of you as ‘Mr. Rex’… but you turned out to be more than that… Anyway, I have a class now. Thank you for listening to me!”

The female teacher from the same year bowed and left.

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I stopped my paperwork and absentmindedly watched her leave.

…Huh?

I thought of you as Mr. Rex, but you turned out to be more than Mr. Rex. What does that mean?

Mr. Rex… What does that mean?