Chapter 275: Chapter 275

Boo snorted from the back, trying not to burst out laughing.

Felix flipped to the next page and continued earnestly, "Miss Alina also knows that I like quiet activities. She never forces me to join anything I don’t like, like playing with others."

Luna muttered under her breath, "That’s P.E. class."

Felix ignored her smoothly. "And last reason," he said, lifting his chin slightly, "Miss Alina once said everyone learns at their own pace. That means when I nap during lessons, I am still technically learning."

The classroom went silent for one stunned heartbeat—then Boo exploded in laughter, spinning midair while clapping his hands.

Professor Hobb’s jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"

Felix blinked calmly, his tails swaying elegantly. "She said knowledge enters better when the mind is calm. And I am very calm when asleep."

Drake fell forward onto his desk, laughing so hard that tiny flames puffed out of his nose. "That’s genius! Sleep-learning! I need to try that!"

Even Luna had to look away to hide her smile. Kelpie clapped his wet hands and cheered, "Yay! Sleeping students are smart too!" Rocky, still giggling, added, "Rock agrees!"

Professor Hobb groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Miss Alina... wherever you are," he muttered darkly, "come back before I lose my mind."

Felix gave a small, proud bow. "Thank you. That concludes my essay."

Sable clapped softly, his round eyes full of admiration. Boo shouted, "Best essay ever!" while Drake pounded the desk like a drum. "Yeah! Sleeping students unite!"

Professor Hobb just stared at them all blankly, the vein on his temple twitching. "Next," he said weakly. "Before I start teaching ghosts how to scream in harmony."

And Boo grinned from his seat, whispering to Sable, "I think Professor Egg is this close to turning into a real egg."

Sable giggled, hiding his face behind his notebook. "Maybe then Miss Alina will have to hatch him back into a teacher."

Even Felix smirked faintly.

"Next one!" Professor Hobb snapped, feeling his patience fray. These babies were full of drama all the time—at least his own students listened during lectures instead of turning every sentence into theater.

"I present my beautifully drafted poem, written in a short span of time," Vlad Jr. announced, standing up with princely grace.

"I said essay, not poem," Professor Hobb grumbled, rolling his eyes skyward.

"Don’t worry, Professor," Vlad Jr. replied smoothly, brushing invisible dust from his uniform collar. "I have a poetic way to write an essay." His smile gleamed, showing off sharp, pearly fangs that sparkled in the classroom light.

Boo leaned over to Drake, whispering, "Oh no, he’s going to start rhyming again..."

Drake groaned softly. "I hope it’s not like last time when he rhymed blood with mud." The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽

Ignoring the whispers, Vlad Jr. dramatically opened his notebook and began:

"My teacher, Miss Alina, is bright as the sun,

She teaches with kindness, makes learning fun.

Her patience is endless, her smile divine,

She even forgave me when I spilled red wine..."

"WHAT?!" Professor Hobb blurted. "You’re a child! Where did you even find wine?!"

Vlad Jr. looked startled. "It was blood, actually. But it didn’t rhyme as well."

Boo fell off his chair laughing, rolling midair like a flying balloon. "Hahaha! Blood and mud! Classic Vlad Jr.!"

"Silence!" Professor Hobb barked, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

Vlad Jr. continued proudly,

"Miss Alina is gentle, never loud,

She makes her Class D feel strong and proud.

She smiles so warmly it melts all fear,

Even if she smells delicious—uh, I mean dear!"

The entire class burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Drake slapped his desk. "Vlad Jr., you’re the funniest vampire ever!"

"I wasn’t trying to be funny!" Vlad protested, offended but blushing. "It’s artistic expression!"

Professor Hobb rubbed his temples. "You know what? Fine. Ten out of ten for creativity, zero for relevance."

Vlad Jr. gave a perfect bow, his cape fluttering behind him as he said, "Thank you, Professor Egg. Your judgment is as soft-boiled as ever."

That did it—Boo nearly screamed with laughter, Kelpie was splashing water on his desk again, and even Luna hid her giggles behind her hand.

Professor Hobb’s face turned the shade of a ripe tomato. "That’s enough! Next one before I turn this whole class into a silent study group for eternity!"

Boo raised his hand immediately, smirking. "I volunteer, Professor Egg—I mean, Hobb!"

The entire classroom erupted again, and Professor Hobb muttered darkly under his breath, wondering if this was punishment for some past-life sin.

"Next one!!" Professor Hobb barked, his patience thinning like ice in summer. He tapped his foot and glared at the class, praying for one normal student.

Kelpie, however, happily raised his hand. "Me! Me! I’ll read next!" he chirped, standing up so fast that a few drops of water splashed from his sleeves.

Professor Hobb sighed heavily. "Oh, you better have written something normal, little man," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Kelpie’s eyes sparkled like sunlight on water. "I wrote it in the water way!" he announced proudly.

"The what way?" Professor Hobb asked, blinking.

"In the water way!" Kelpie repeated, spreading his arms dramatically. "It means I used water to help me think. Water flows, so words flow too!"

Boo whispered behind his hands, "Translation: he probably dipped his notebook in water again."

"I did not!" Kelpie protested immediately, puffing his cheeks. "This time I only sprinkled a little water—for inspiration!"

Professor Hobb groaned. "Fine. Just... read it."

Kelpie smiled brightly and began in a sing-song voice:

"My favorite teacher is Miss Alina, she is kind and calm like rain.

When she smiles, my heart goes splash, and I feel happy again.

When I’m naughty, she forgives me, like river forgives stone,

Because she says water can make even rough things smooth on its own."

For a moment, the class went completely silent. Even Professor Hobb blinked in surprise.

Then Boo gasped dramatically. "That was beautiful!"

Drake leaned over his desk, impressed. "Wow... I didn’t know you could rhyme without spilling water everywhere."

"I can be poetic when I want to!" Kelpie said proudly, "I also drew a picture of teacher!"

He held up a dripping page that was half soggy, showing a smiling stick figure labeled Miss Alina standing beside what looked suspiciously like a waterfall with arms.

"Kelpie, that’s you, not her," Luna said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, right!" he said sheepishly. "But we look same happy!"