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“Teacher. Hello!”

Memories of my past life came back to me so suddenly that I can only say it was a fleeting moment.

The main gate is busy with students going to school.

Standing at the dividing line between the inside and the outside, I placed my head in my hand.

Some memories are flashed back.

youth. love. conflict.

Academy. Hero. Heroine.

sunset. promise.

A list of words that cannot be counted.

Things that have nothing in common begin to connect and fuse.

When the faint afterimages, whose outlines were not even visible, gradually became clear and became one… I remembered.

A superordinate concept that encompasses all the words that came before.

[Love Comedy].

Let this one keyword come to mind.

There is a flood of knowledge, and endless information comes to mind.

It was as if he had been shackled all this time.

Let’s stand still in front of the front door for a while.

A person who appeared to be the student dean approached me.

I waved my hand slightly and waved it away.

It was a sudden memory, but I didn’t really feel confused or confused.

Because it came to mind perfectly.

“This…is that it?”

As I looked up, the academy came into view.

It’s surprising that I didn’t realize it until now, and the scenery before my eyes was exactly the same as if it had been cut straight out of a cartoon.

A huge academy site.

A walking trail next to it.

A mountain in full bloom.

The majestic scenery of hundreds of thousands of students walking to and from school.

As attention became more and more focused on me standing still, I started walking again.

The signboard above the front door caught my eye.

A phrase written in Chinese characters.

A place that was the background of my favorite love comedy cartoon.

“..Seishun Academy.”

That said, this is a love comedy cartoon that I liked before I died.

[The best harem because I love you] It’s a lie.

It’s strange that I didn’t remember this cartoon until now, but once it was imprinted in my mind, I remembered it so clearly.

It makes me wonder how I could have forgotten the work that was with me for 10 years of my adolescence and childhood.

There is no particular difference in the content of this cartoon from other cartoons.

A story in which the shy protagonist and the heroines, who are famous for being pretty girls at school, become intertwined as they experience incidents and accidents.

normal.

But this comic knew how to put something special into the ordinary that I loved in my past life.

That’s why this cartoon survived for 10 years.

Although it was considered the progenitor of romantic comedy cartoons and was jokingly called the grandfather of Rupko.

Before I died, this work was even called an oxygen respirator instead of a grandfather one.

Let’s float up there.

A small sigh escaped my mouth without my knowledge.

The world I lived in was a romantic comedy.

As an avid reader, I’m not sure whether I should like it or not.

Because I first thought that I lived hard for no reason.

A feeling of despair arises.

A lot has happened in the meantime.

From birth to growth to standing at the front gate of this academy.

My plan was to enter the education academy, graduate safely, pass the bar exam, and now enjoy a comfortable life as a civil servant.

Such a grand and simple wonderful plan was the first day of my official appointment to the academy.

It collapsed mercilessly in my heart.

Yes.

It’s been 25 years since I was born into this world.

In this way, I was forced to learn the cruel secrets of this world.

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A demon called ‘love comedy’ came into my peaceful life, where I had been working hard to find a stable job ever since I was born.

This world is a world with a set genre.

A meeting place for protagonists and heroines.

Academy.

Then I remembered the role assigned to me.

It took some time.

This is because he was a character who did not belong to the main character’s class and whose appearance was almost entirely fleeting on the screen.

I’m not the main character’s friend or classmate… I’m just a passing teacher in charge of the main character’s class.

Ding dong ding dong-

Before class started, I turned my head and looked at the time when I heard the preliminary bell.

There isn’t much left now.

I have to go to the class in charge soon.

I quickly grasped the situation presented to me.

I can somehow accept that the place where I was appointed as a teacher was the academy that was the setting for a romantic comedy cartoon.

If you can’t avoid the world, you have to accept it.

A new teacher suddenly goes to the teacher’s office on the first day of employment and says, ‘I’m quitting.’ If you say that, you are out forever.

For now, I didn’t have time to do that and there was nothing I could do, so I passed on it.

For now.

There are probably more ridiculous things in the world than that. maybe.

And… before I realized these memories, choosing this place where I grew up was my choice, not anyone else’s.

In terms of contribution, even if I give it a generous estimate, I am responsible for about 1%.

I understood it somehow.

But… there’s one thing you can’t just ignore even if you don’t have time.

I think liberating my memories at this point was a bit too much for me, who was living so hard.

At least give me a few days to prepare.

If you give me this memory 10 minutes ago, I won’t be able to do anything.

I’m not even mentally prepared yet.

I sat down at the desk assigned to me in the teacher’s office and knocked hard on the desk.

I was reincarnated and my memories start from the original time.

My head tilts.

Does this… have any meaning?

In this case, there is no difference between ‘possession’ and ‘past life’ to the point where the distinction is meaningless.

At least if I knew that this was the world of Rubco comics.

I wouldn’t have lived that intensely.

When I close my eyes, I still think of my life.

The length of the journey until you reach the age of entering school, decide on your dreams, prepare for the bar exam, and reach a stable job and a career that prepares you for retirement.

It was incredibly lonely.

I didn’t even look at studying or dating.

My hand automatically touched my forehead.

I just decided to think of myself as a possessed person rather than a reincarnated person.

Being a possessed person is at least a little less annoying than thinking you were a reincarnated person.

There are less than 3 minutes left.

But…even if we leave this aside.

Why am I possessed by this cartoon?

It’s not that I didn’t want to be in comics when I was young.

But I just wanted to be the main character.

I didn’t ask to be an extra like this.

Even the timing is not right.

A wish you made in childhood will be granted as an adult?

Shouldn’t I ask myself one more time if I really want this?

If that’s the case, I’ll have to return it.

And why… why with a character like this?

You can feel someone’s malice in a given situation.

I don’t really remember anything I did before my previous life.

I didn’t send a complaint email to the author or get hit by a truck.

I was just watching a cartoon when he suddenly died.

The memories of that time still remain.

I remember my hands and arms getting cold and my breathing becoming suffocating.

So there is no way I would mistake my death.

Could it be that the comic I was reading before my death was the problem…?

When I roughly look at the situation, it seems like this is correct.

The characters and situations I possessed.

But let me make an excuse in advance: this is something everyone does, right?

Before I died that day, I was surfing the Internet as usual and found it.

Not like a classmate or anything like that.

A Netorare manga fanfiction in which the original protagonist’s class teacher appeared as the main character.

The moment I clicked the mouse, following my instincts, everything changed for me.

Looking back now, it seems like it was a trap to catch people like me.

No matter how fun it is, sometimes you want to see something a little hotter.

In that respect, I can say that I just loved this cartoon a little more.

Reading manga… especially Netorare, is a natural thing for any able-bodied adult, right?

I was just protecting the basic right to desire that any human being should naturally protect.

Whoever sent me here obviously doesn’t know what democracy is.

I saw this vicious figure who instantly reincarnated me into a cartoon without any mercy and released my memories at this point.

If you look at what he does, he’s just a person who lived in a monarchy.

No, but is this wrong? really?

I still don’t understand.

Is netorare really that bad?

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In time, I arrived at the classroom after sorting out my confused memories.

The students sitting in class and the scene of the classroom came into view.

Wooden floor and ceiling.

The familiar look of an academy classroom.

It feels a little more realistic.

As I was writing my name on the blackboard, I heard a voice from behind.

[Sasaki Junpei]

“Shota. Are we in the same class again?”

“That’s right, Inaba”

I think I said I was speaking softly, but I can hear you well.

Come to think of it?

If this is a romantic comedy cartoon, Because I Love You is the best harem world view.

If I were teacher 1.

This means that the original male protagonist and heroine exist.

Characters that were always ranked at the top of popularity polls.

Forgetting the situation, I wrote down all the names on the blackboard and turned to the teacher’s table.

Black hair, black eyes, a somewhat foolish gaze, and a small build.

The appearance is slightly different as it has changed from 2D to 3D, but as a reader of 10 years, I recognized who it was at a glance.

It is certainly. That one.

The main character of this love story is Kiyoshi, who has always seemed like an idiot… Shota.

This is what any fan of this comic will say when they see that man.

That kind of immature energy that was evident even in cartoons is now coming out of him in a strong way now that it has become reality.

For a moment, I was moved by the thought of seeing the original protagonist.

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind and I turned my head to the side.

My heart is pounding.

Obviously, in the original, the seat next to the main character was occupied by my favorite character, my childhood friend.

As I look back, I see a girl sitting by the window.

Brown, soft-looking bob cut hair

Small but detailed features with everything you need

skin as white as snow

That relaxed expression with his unique, occasionally red eyes.

My childhood friend, Ayame Inaba.

A character with a delicate impression and a strong opposite feeling.

Even now, a faint trace remains on the clothes.

A graceful curve that cannot be hidden, and the fruit at the end…

She radiates a maturity that is not like that of an academy freshman.

It looks like she took a pictorial as a model somewhere.

It’s unrealistic.

Those are the only words that come to mind.

The narrowed field of vision expands the moment you recognize those two.

A large transparent window on the side of the classroom.

Teacher 1 has expanded and invaded his territory and is now Junpei Sasaki.

It came into my eyes.

It seems to have taken the background from a romantic comedy cartoon.

A landscape where flowers in full bloom and a village come together.

beautiful.

And in this beautiful world, I am neither a minor nor an extra, but a passing teacher.

Regret comes flooding back.

If I had known this would happen, I would have watched a better Netorare manga.