Chapter 271: Chapter 271

The chalk squeaked as he scribbled numbers with unnecessary force, muttering under his breath. He had taught every kind of student before—hyperactive pixies, dreamy imps, even water spirits who fell asleep mid-lesson but nothing compared to the chaos of Class D. "How does that human survive this every day?" he muttered in disbelief.

He turned around sharply. "Alright! Who can solve this?"

Boo floated up immediately, puffing his tiny ghost chest. "Heh! Too easy, Professor Egg!" he said proudly, snatching the chalk from his hand. The whole class gasped.

"Professor Egg?" Hobb repeated, a vein twitching on his forehead. He clearly didn’t like the nicknames those babies gave him.

Boo ignored him entirely and spun once in the air for dramatic flair, then began scribbling across the board. Numbers appeared so fast even Hobb blinked in shock. With one final flourish, Boo underlined the answer and held the chalk like a trophy. "Ta-da! Correct!"

The professor’s jaw dropped. "That... that’s right?"

Boo placed a hand dramatically on his chest. "Of course! Miss Alina says Boo’s brain is like a calculator, but a cuter one!" Although she never said that, Boo decided if he said it, it must become true.

Drake grinned. "Yeah, but you forget your own name sometimes."

Boo spun toward him. "That’s because I have too many important thoughts, Dragon Boy!" He really didn’t remember his name sometimes, but who cared? He loved being Boo.

"Silence!" Hobb said quickly before they started throwing erasers again. His eyes narrowed. "Fine. Lucky guess! Drake, you solve the next one!"

Drake groaned but walked to the board, dragging his tail. He grabbed the chalk with both hands; it looked tiny between his chubby fingers. Then he began writing. To Hobb’s surprise, his handwriting was neat, every number perfectly lined.

Drake finished and turned with a proud grin. "Easy! Miss Alina gives us way harder ones. We’re basically math warriors!"

Boo jumped in beside him, puffing out his chest again. "Yeah! We can divide, multiply, and even... alphabet!"

"That’s not math!" Hobb snapped.

The whole class giggled.

Trying to regain control, Hobb pointed to another problem. "Kelpie! Your turn!"

Kelpie looked nervous, his hands trembling slightly, but he floated to the board and started writing with his watery fingers. As he wrote, droplets sparkled in the air like little bubbles.

When he finished. "That’s correct again," Hobb muttered, stunned.

Kelpie clapped happily. "Yay! Water power!"

Drake rolled his eyes. "It’s math, not a water show."

Kelpie splashed a tiny wave at him. "Water makes everything better!"

Professor Hobb’s face twitched in disbelief. He stared at the cheerful little army before him, chalk still in his hand. "You all know how to solve these already? Impossible!"

Boo, of course, took that as a challenge. He floated higher and spun dramatically, a proud grin stretching across his glowing face. "See, Professor Egg? We told you, we’re the smartest babies in the world!" ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥

Hobb blinked. "Smartest babies?" He rubbed his temple. "That sentence itself sounds wrong."

Then, as if testing his sanity, he pointed sharply toward the quietest student in the room. "You! Hey, you rock, come here and solve those!"

Rocky froze mid-scribble. "M-me?"

"Yes, you!" Hobb snapped, waving his chalk like a sword. "Let’s see if you actually know anything, or if your ghost friend’s been bluffing!"

Before Rocky could move, Boo and Drake both jumped to their feet and shouted together, "Rock power on!"

The whole class burst into laughter, chanting, "Rock! Rock! Rock!"

Rocky’s cheeks turned pink as he shuffled to the front. He looked at the problem on the board, then back at Hobb, then at Boo and Drake, who were both giving him the world’s most exaggerated thumbs up.

"You can do it!" Boo cheered, spinning like a cheerleader. "Just pretend the numbers are pebbles!"

"Yeah," Drake added, grinning wide. "And if the problem doesn’t solve, just smash it with your rock head!"

"Drake!" Luna groaned, rolling her eyes. "That’s not how math works."

Rocky puffed up his chest, suddenly filled with confidence. He picked up the chalk, stood on his toes, and started writing carefully. The squeaky sound filled the room, and every student leaned forward to watch.

Finally, he stepped back, his small face glowing with pride. "Done!"

Professor Hobb blinked. Then he blinked again. The answer was unbelievably correct.

For a full five seconds, silence reigned.

Then Boo threw his tiny hands in the air. "Rock power success!"

Drake whooped. "That’s my boy!"

Kelpie splashed celebratory bubbles everywhere. "Rocky’s a math genius!"

Even Luna smiled faintly, mumbling, "Not bad for someone who turns into furniture."

Rocky giggled shyly, scratching his head. "I just followed what Miss Alina taught."

And that’s when Hobb nearly collapsed. His grumpy expression melted into pure disbelief as he muttered under his breath, "How on earth did that woman turn these brats into actual students?"

Professor Hobb, now fully convinced the universe was mocking him, sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Alright, alright. Let’s see if even the smallest one knows what he’s doing. You—yes, you, the little one—come here."

Sable blinked, his small hand pointing to himself. "M-me?"

"Yes, you. Come here and solve this problem."

Sable hesitated but stood up from his chair. Boo floated above him and whistled like an overexcited referee. "Go, Sable! Show him baby power!"

Drake smirked. "Careful, Professor Egg. He’s small but deadly."

"Deadly at what?" Hobb muttered under his breath. "Coloring books?"

But then Sable reached the board, tiptoed to grab the chalk, and carefully wrote his numbers. His small hand trembled a little, but each line was straight and clean, just like Alina had taught him.

When he finally turned around, he looked up nervously. "I think it’s right..."

Professor Hobb leaned closer, frowning as he checked the answer, then froze. "Correct?" he blurted, eyes wide. "That’s actually correct!"

Boo gasped and spun in the air. "He did it! Little genius alert!"

Drake pumped his fist in the air. "Sable! You’re officially not a baby—you’re a legend!"

Sable’s cheeks turned red as he smiled shyly, clutching his chalk like a precious trophy. "Teacher Alina taught me," he whispered softly.

Professor Hobb blinked at him in disbelief, looking like his entire career had just been questioned by toddlers. "You—you! You come here!" he barked, pointing toward Vlad Jr.