Chapter 270: Chapter 270

Vlad Jr.’s eyes flared crimson, his fangs flashing. "You made our teacher cry, didn’t you?" he hissed, stepping forward like a tiny vampire prince ready to duel.

"No!" Hobb stammered, but the babies were already surrounding him like a growing storm.

"You fired our teacher!" Boo shouted, spinning angrily around his head. "You’re the villain egg!"

"Villain egg!" Drake echoed, wings snapping open as he hovered over the poor man like an angry dragon chick.

Kelpie’s hands started bubbling with water. "We have to punish him!" he said, splashing small waves onto the floor.

"Punish!" Luna howled, joining in as her fluffy tail puffed up.

Even Rocky thudded forward like a rolling stone, glaring as best as a rock could.

"Now wait just a—wait!" Hobb backed against the desk, his face turning red again. "Your teacher is only on leave! She’s coming back soon!"

"Liar!" Boo cried, floating nose to nose with him. "You captured her and put her in egg jail!"

"I don’t even have an egg jail!" Hobb yelled, exasperated beyond words.

The babies gasped. "He admitted he has other jails!"

Before he could explain, a massive splash drenched him again. Kelpie had apparently decided that water torture was justice.

Hobb sputtered and slipped, his papers flying, while the babies chanted, "Free the teacher! Free the teacher!"

Professor Hobb’s patience was already thin, but when even calm Lucien and dignified Felix stood up beside the others, his jaw nearly dropped.

"You too?" he barked, glaring at the two students. "You’re all the same! I can’t believe Miss Alina managed to fix you even a little!"

Lucien looked calm, almost diplomatic, but his eyes held quiet defiance. "Teacher Alina never yells at us. You do," he said softly, crossing his arms.

And all of them agreed with him.

Professor Hobb’s temple twitched. "Mischievous brats! What you all need is a proper scolding!" he snapped. "Back in my day, students respected teachers!"

Drake puffed his chest proudly. "But we respect our teacher. You’re not ours!"

Hobb glared. "You need a good lesson in manners!"

Luna narrowed her eyes, ears twitching. "You mean you’re going to yell again?"

"I mean!" He stopped himself, realizing his blood pressure might explode. "I am going to call your parents and complain about how you abused your old teacher!"

The babies all froze. A long silence fell. Then, to his horror, not one of them looked scared.

Instead, they looked at each other and nodded.

Boo floated up with a brave face. "Professor Egg, we will let you go, okay? But only if you call Miss Alina back!"

"Yeah!" Drake said, slamming his little claw on the desk. "Make her come back or we riot!"

"She’s not gone!" Hobb shouted, his voice cracking. "She’s on leave! She’ll come back tomorrow, you little brats!"

"Tomorrow?" Sable asked softly, hope lighting in his red eyes.

"Yes, tomorrow!" Hobb yelled, wiping his face with a handkerchief that still smelled faintly of seaweed.

"Oh..." Boo said thoughtfully. "Then maybe we can forgive you a little."

Before he could finish, he snapped his fingers for help, and the Elder Cleaner appeared with a puff of mist. She was a tall, wrinkled shadow woman in an apron, holding a broom glowing faintly with magic.

"Clean this chaos!" Hobb ordered dramatically.

The cleaner sighed, waving her broom once. The puddles vanished, the chalk floated back into place, and Boo sneezed from the sparkle dust.

Then, drenched in patience he didn’t have, Hobb straightened his tie and said sternly, "Listen, all of you! I am taking attendance and teaching your classes today. You’d better behave!"

"Or what?" Drake muttered under his breath.

"Or I’ll turn you into a fried egg, that’s what!"

Boo gasped. "He’s violent too!"

Professor Hobb’s patience was already worn thin, but when he saw the dozen pairs of glaring little eyes fixed on him, he sighed deeply and picked up the attendance sheet. Read full story at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽

"Fine! Attendance first, then we’ll begin class," he muttered.

"Here," Boo said flatly, crossing his tiny ghost arms. "But I protest."

"Present," Drake grumbled, tail flicking in irritation.

"Yes," Lucien replied smoothly, as if he were watching a royal tragedy unfold.

One by one, Hobb finished the list and clapped his hands together. "Alright, first subject: math!"

The word dropped like a thunderbolt.

"Math?!" Boo cried, floating up with pure outrage. His silver eyes went wide as saucers. "Professor Egg, are you mistaken? Miss Alina gives us P.T. on Mondays!"

Hobb blinked, startled. "What? P.T.? On a Monday? That’s ridiculous. The schedule says..." He flipped through the timetable, squinting at the small print.

Behind him, Boo turned slowly to the others, putting a finger to his ghostly lips and grinning like a mischievous mastermind.

"See? He doesn’t know," Boo whispered dramatically. "Operation Monday Freedom begins now!"

Drake snorted, trying not to laugh. "Aye aye, Captain Boo!"

Meanwhile, Luna crossed her arms and said, "I told you, this teacher is suspicious. Look at his head—it’s shaped like a geometry tool!"

"Silence!" Hobb barked, rubbing his temple. "The schedule clearly says Mathematics!"

Boo gasped in mock horror. "He can read?!"

Kelpie splashed a tiny bit of water from his hand, mumbling, "Miss Alina said math is important but not when it interrupts our fun..."

Even Vlad Jr. sighed dramatically. "If Miss Alina were here, we’d at least have inspiring speeches before suffering."

But Sable sat quietly, his small hands clutching his diary. His red eyes dimmed with sadness as he glanced at the empty chair where Alina usually sat.

He didn’t care if it was math or P.T.—without her gentle voice, everything felt colorless. Slowly, he opened his little diary and began writing with his crooked pencil:

Today, bad day. Professor Egg angry. Class loud. Miss Alina not here. I don’t like school without her.

He paused, his letters messy but heartfelt, and added a tiny doodle of Alina smiling beside the words come back soon.

Professor Hobb smacked the chalk against the board with a furious tap-tap-tap, his patience hanging by a thread. "All of you, if you don’t focus on class, I’ll tell the principal that Miss Alina didn’t train you properly! That’s why none of you listen to me!" he barked. "Now, I’m writing problems on the board, and every one of you will solve them!"