The Player is a Part-Timer

Chapter 2: The Exchange Student Action!

Standing before the class, two-sentence repeated in her head:

"I hate high school... I hate this introduction nonsense..."

It was not enough; she was late! Now she had to introduce herself before the whole class.

"Why I agreed to do this? I can never understand. Yes, most likely that damn old man made me forget about my slight demophobia, anthropophobia, and every other defect I gained under my previous life. I definitely don't want to be locked up with a bunch of strangers for long hours. This all makes me remember my high school years!"

She thought she got rid of her phobias under the passing two months. That, conversing with that few people and opening her café, solved her issues. She was wrong. Oh, very wrong!

"I should have known! Under two months, one can't get rid of their phobias. It was a ridiculous statement from the beginning!"

"I can do it!"...

She repeated in her head, over and over again! Yet, it helped not a bit!

"My ass! Even with the help of professionals it usually takes months, if not years... some are never healing as I read. Why am I so stupid? Why am I always so hopeful? In the end, it is me who is always disappointed."

Even standing before the class made her remember all those bad memories she suffered under school years.

The bullies, the teachers, "her" own schoolmates... She wanted to forget, but standing here, she just can't! It all came back at the moment she entered the schoolyard and became ten times worse when she entered the classroom.

"I am surprised I can still stand straight..."

Since she became like this, a few things changed. For example, she was more confident than before, did things more aptly, was more daring, made a lot fewer mistakes, etc. Traits most likely came with her new body. And strangely, were part of the background lore and personality "she" wrote to her character back in the game.

"Hopefully, my character background lore will not overwrite my consciousness, or I and this world will be in deep trouble..." as she thought of this, she forced a smile on her face.

"Please excuse me for my lateness, I lost my way..." she apologized, bowing before the teacher. Barely able to suffocate her flaring powers which reacted her disturbed emotional state. The anxiousness churned her stomach continuously, making her feel nauseous.

"I had to vomit..." gulping down the nauseous feeling, several drops of sweat poured down on her forehead and face, her whole body — unrecognizable — but trembling.

"Considering this is your first day, it is fine. But please, try to arrive in time, next time." said so the teacher, a woman in business attire. She was quite good looking, a middle-aged woman, a "milf" or a "cougar" — many men may call her — with glasses she just pushed up on her nose firmly.

"I hate that look! It is scary! She is like my first boss!" This one-act was enough to make the player shiver in her skin.

"O-Of course..." she obliged, being she can't do anything more.

"If it will be like this. I will simply use a summon who can shapeshift to attend the classes! I am a wreck already!"

Neurologically speaking, almost every employee of the 22nd century suffered some kind of mental and/or physical defect thanks to the constant overwork their superiors pushed on them. It was basically "not so subtle" modern slavery people in her time practiced.