I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies! Chapter 590

Alina looked up at him, already feeling the familiar tug of exhaustion that only Boo could create. "No."

"Why?" Boo asked, tilting his head innocently.

"Because you are not in the line."

"I am above the line."

"That is not how lines work."

"It is how ghost lines work. We have different rules."

Felix closed his eyes for a second, drawing a long, slow breath. "This is going to be difficult," he said quietly. "Very difficult. Possibly impossible."

And it was.

But not impossible.

Slowly, painfully, miraculously, things began to improve. Not perfectly, not all at once, but little by little, in small monts that added up to sothing real. They learned how to stand in lines without pushing, how to run in their lanes without drifting into each other, how to pass objects without dropping them, how to wait for their turn without arguing every single mont.

Luna started taking everything seriously, her competitive nature finding a new outlet. She tid her runs with full focus, counting seconds under her breath, pushing herself to go faster each ti. "I will win," she said almost every day, her voice steady with certainty.

Felix chose his gas carefully, thinking before deciding, picking events where his precision could make a difference. "I don’t need to run fast," he said. "I need to run smart."

Kelpie joined anything that involved water, his excitent returning whenever he found sothing he liked. He practiced making his water move in straight lines, practicing how to control it, how to aim, how to make it go exactly where he wanted.

Rocky picked gas where he could move slowly and safely, where steadiness mattered more than speed. He practiced carrying things without dropping them.

Sable followed whatever Lucien chose, trusting him without question. He didn’t need to think about which events were best; he just knew Lucien would pick sothing they could do together.

Lucien adjusted to everything without complaint, his calm presence steadying Sable’s energy, his quiet observations helping them both improve.

And Boo signed up for almost everything.

"I am multi-talented," he said proudly, adding his na to list after list. "I can run. I can float. I can cheer. I can do everything."

"You cannot run," Felix pointed out. "You float. Running requires touching the ground."

"Ghost running is a thing."

"It is not."

"It is in ghost culture."

"That is not a real culture."

Vlad Jr. handled registrations like it was the most important task he had ever been given. He sat with his notebook during free periods, carefully writing down each student’s na and chosen events, asking questions with full seriousness, making sure every detail was correct.

"Confirm your participation," he said to Boo, his pencil poised.

"I confirm," Boo replied with full drama, placing a hand over his chest.

"This is not a ceremony."

"It feels like one."

The day before Plantation Day arrived, and all the classes gathered in the open field.

It was supposed to be a day for decoration, preparation, and proper arrangent. The plan was simple: each class would mark their section, arrange their materials, and prepare the space for planting. Everything was supposed to be calm, organized, efficient.

But the mont all the children ca together, the plan dissolved into sothing much more lively.

Boo moved from one group to another, introducing himself to everyone he t, his energy boundless, his cap slightly tilted, his tail swishing behind him.

"Hello, I am Boo," he said proudly to a group from Class B who were trying to arrange their flower pots. "I am important."

One of them looked up, curious. "Why?"

"Because I am sponsored," Boo replied.

"What does that an?"

Boo paused. "I don’t know fully," he admitted, "but it sounds important. Very important. Probably the most important."

Within minutes, he had made both friends and enemies.

"Your decoration is crooked," he told a group from Class C who were arranging ribbons.

"It is not crooked."

"It is slightly crooked."

"It is straight."

"It is emotionally crooked," Boo declared. "The vibes are uneven."

"What does that even an?" one of them asked, staring at him.

Boo had already moved to the next group.

"I like your design," he said to a group from Class A who were painting stones.

"Thank you."

"But it lacks drama." He tilted his head, considering. "Needs more sparkle. More ghost energy."

"...What is ghost energy?"

"Sparkle," Boo said, as if it was obvious.

Nearby, Kelpie tried to add water decorations around the planting area, carefully directing small streams of water to create patterns in the soil. It looked beautiful at first, the water moving gently, catching the light.

Then another child from Class B stepped on his puddle.

"You made everything wet!" the child said, stepping back with a splash.

Kelpie’s face fell. "I was making it nice..."

"It is all muddy now!"

Kelpie looked down at his feet, his water still rippling around him. "Sorry," he said quietly, his voice small. "I didn’t an to..."

The child looked at him for a mont, then sighed. "It’s fine. Just... maybe less water next ti."

Kelpie nodded, but his shoulders were still slumped.

Across the field, Rocky carefully placed stones around the planting areas, taking his ti with each one. He arranged them in neat circles, small patterns, careful lines. Luna had taken control of one section, her voice firm as she directed others on where to place things.

"Straight line," she said to a group of children who were setting up markers. "No mistakes. asure twice."

Felix stood slightly away, watching everything with his arms crossed. "This is inefficient," he muttered. "There are too many people. Too many opinions. Too many decorations."

Lucien helped Sable tie ribbons around the stakes, his movents calm and steady. Sable tried to copy him, his small fingers working carefully, and when he got it right, he looked up at Lucien with a bright smile.

Across the field, Boo floated proudly, arguing with three students at once while sohow making two new friends in the process.

Alina stood beside Professor Hobb, watching everything unfold. The field was full of children moving around, laughing, decorating, and talking. Class D had mixed with the other classes, and the noise was constant, the movent endless, the energy everywhere.

It was loud, ssy, and full of life.

But also strangely beautiful.

Each child was focused in their own way, doing sothing small but aningful. So were arranging stones. So were tying ribbons. So were arguing about decorations. So were making friends. So were making enemies. So were learning how to apologize when they made mistakes.

Alina found herself smiling again, the feeling warm in her chest. She watched a tiny fairy from Class A hanging flowers on a string. She watched a young wolf child from Class B helping Rocky find more stones. Each one looked like they had stepped out of a storybook, their features almost too perfect, too magical to be real. Beautiful in a way that still caught her off guard sotis, even after all these months.

But even as she watched them, she felt a familiar anxiety gnawing at her mind, one she was constantly fighting to keep at bay...