[ Working at a school, but not a teacher? He isn't too familiar with it: that compares to working in an office, maybe, as though perhaps Nanami had some administrative duties, or something to that effect. It still doesn't explain his strength, or the way he weaves paths around questions, answering them without outright surrendering anything useful. It's vexing, but he appreciates the talent. It's something he's good at in some ways, and terrible at in others.

With a faint shrug, he swallows another mouthful of beer. Beyond the table, some others have started tending to another row; he watches them in the dying heat of the day and doesn't find himself particularly envious. It's nicer here in the shade for now. ]

Got fired? [ He has to try to arrange his questions so they're impossible to avoid. ] No. I don't think so.

[ Another swallow: he looks down into the pit of his glass. ]

'You could say' means that others might not say. In that case, it's something different. Why were you unemployed?