Chapter 272: Chapter 272

Vlad Jr. arched a delicate eyebrow, rising from his seat with the calm dignity of a miniature prince. "If you insist," he said, adjusting his little tie.

The whole class immediately began whispering excitedly.

"Ohh, it’s Vlad’s turn!" Boo said dramatically. "Everyone, prepare for royal math!"

Kelpie splashed a bit of water like confetti. "Go, your majesty!"

Vlad Jr. walked up to the board, holding the chalk like a quill pen. He gave the professor a look that said watch and learn, then began writing gracefully. Each number curved like art, every line elegant and beautiful.

When he finished, he turned slightly, brushing imaginary chalk dust from his sleeve. "There," he said softly. "Perfection."

Professor Hobb checked it and nearly dropped his chalk. "Correct again?"

The babies erupted into cheers.

"Royal genius!" Boo shouted, doing midair cartwheels.

Drake groaned. "Okay, okay, fine. Class D is unstoppable."

As Hobb stood there in disbelief, surrounded by giggling, clapping, and spinning little monsters, one thought crossed his mind: If I don’t retire soon, I’ll turn into a ghost like that Boo.

Boo leaned close to the others, lowering his voice dramatically as if they were planning a top-secret mission. "Professor Egg was no help!" he whispered. "Maybe we should start a protest outside the principal’s office! We’ll tell him that if he doesn’t bring back Miss Alina, we won’t eat anything!"

Drake’s jaw dropped. "No, Boo, that’s too scary! I love snacks!" He slapped his round tummy and gasped. "If I don’t eat, I’ll faint! Maybe we should say if they don’t bring back Miss Alina, we won’t study!"

Boo froze midair, eyes widening. "Why didn’t I think of that?"

Luna sighed deeply, her tail flicking. "Because Drake only thinks with his stomach, while we think normally."

Vlad Jr. nodded solemnly. "I agree. It’s the most reliable explanation so far."

Boo crossed his little arms. "Fine, fine! But still, we’ll make banners! I saw many people do that—it looks very fun!"

Vlad Jr.’s eyes lit up. "Oh! I’ve seen protests too! I can help design them. Mine will say Justice for Class D! in calligraphy."

Drake gasped. "Oh my dragon fire! You’re great, Vlad Jr.! I’ll make one too! Mine will say No Snacks, No Study!"

Luna deadpanned, "That’s not even related to Miss Alina."

Meanwhile, the rest of the class began eavesdropping, curiosity shining in their eyes. Sable, who had been sitting quietly, clutched his diary and stood up shyly. His little shadows quivered nervously beneath his desk. "B-Boo," he whispered softly, "can I... can I also join the protest?"

Boo turned dramatically, gasping as if Sable had just volunteered for a heroic quest. "Of course, Sable Able! You’re in! We need brave souls like you to persuade the whole Class D!"

Drake puffed his chest. "Yes! We need unity! Together, we’ll make Professor Egg surrender!" He turned and shot a fierce glare at Hobb, who was too busy checking the schedule to notice.

Lucien and Felix exchanged calm looks, then nodded at once. "We agree," they said together.

Rocky jumped up, waving both arms. "Rocky is ready! Rocky will protest! Rocky will also... maybe roll if things get scary!"

Kelpie giggled, his bowl rippling. "Water is always ready!" he said proudly, then promptly splashed water at Drake and Luna in excitement.

Then Luna growled, her tail puffing in fury. "You know we hate water!"

Drake pointed at Kelpie, his face scrunched in outrage. "And you still dare to throw water at us?"

Kelpie blinked innocently. "Water makes everyone happy."

Boo nearly fell from the air laughing. "Hahaha! This protest is already perfect! We’ve got passion and teamwork!"

Drake glared at him. "You mean you’ve got trouble!"

But Boo only twirled, hands on his hips. "Class D forever! Down with Professor Egg!"

The entire classroom erupted into giggles, and for a moment even grumpy Professor Hobb—hearing Professor Egg again and again—almost lost his composure.

Professor Hobb slammed his book on the desk with unnecessary force. "Language class!" he barked. "Everyone sit at your desk within two minutes, and no flying allowed in class!"

Boo’s jaw dropped. "No flying?" He slowly descended to his chair like a sad balloon losing air. The moment he sat, his translucent bottom sank halfway through the wood. "Teacher, my ghost butt doesn’t like chairs!" he grumbled, wiggling unhappily. "It itches! I was born to spin!"

"Then consider this your grounding practice," Hobb said dryly, folding his arms. "Now, take out your notebooks and write an essay titled My Favorite Teacher. You may even write about me." He smiled smugly, clearly expecting a flood of admiration.

The babies exchanged horrified looks.

"Don’t tell me you all don’t know how to write?" Hobb added, raising an eyebrow.

Felix’s ears twitched, his tails fluffing in outrage. "Are you underestimating Class D?" he said coldly. "Professor Egg, I should introduce you to my mother. She turns rude people into omelets."

The class gasped dramatically. Boo even clutched his chest. "No, Felix! Not the Omelet Spell!"

Hobb’s face turned red. "Y-you little—" He coughed into his hand. "I meant, you’re all still babies. How can you possibly write essays with those tiny fingers?"

Boo slammed both hands on his desk, his eyes glowing in mock fury. "Professor Egg, you have memory problems! As babies, we solved math problems on the board perfectly! Writing is child’s play! Although we’re also children, so maybe toddler play!"

"Yeah!" Drake added proudly. "We’re smart and dangerous!"

"Dangerously loud," Luna muttered, resting her chin in her hands.

Professor Hobb chuckled darkly, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Oh really? Then maybe you should show me proof instead of talking."

The classroom went completely silent.

Then Boo stood up dramatically, one tiny hand on his chest. "You dare challenge Class D? Fine! Prepare yourself for the Ghostly Essay Masterpiece of Doom!"

Drake jumped on his desk. "And for the Flaming Dragon of Grammar!"

Kelpie raised his hand proudly. "And for the Water of Knowledge!" He splashed water on his notebook, completely soaking it.

Luna groaned under her breath. "And for the Waste of Paper." The source of this content ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽

Sable, who was quietly sharpening his pencil, looked up with pure innocence. "Teacher said to write about our favorite teacher... so I’ll write about Miss Alina."