I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 279 Official guard of Class D

"O-okay..." he whispered shyly, hiding half his face behind his hand.

Dante chuckled quietly, the sound deep and warm. "You miss her a lot, don’t you?"

Sable nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I remember she said my shadows look pretty... no one ever said that before."

Dante’s expression softened even more. "Then make her proud when she returns."

Sable looked up at him, then reached his small hand toward one of Dante’s horns and gently touched it, a tiny, innocent gesture of affection.

Dante froze for a moment, surprised, then smiled faintly, carrying him down the corridor. "Let’s go, little one. Before your friends eat all the food."

Sable giggled softly, resting his head against Dante’s shoulder as they walked. "Okay... but I want black grape juice first."

"Of course you do," Dante murmured with amusement.

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"Oh my dragon fire! I love sweets!" Drake exclaimed, his eyes glowing brighter than a furnace when he saw the trays of colorful desserts spread across the dining table. "Is that chocolate? And cake? And pudding? Principal, you are officially my new hero!"

Boo floated beside him, sniffing the air dramatically. "Smells like heaven! Or... snack heaven!"

Meanwhile, Vlad Jr.’s eyes gleamed when he spotted a crystal bottle of royal blood resting neatly on the table. He grinned, revealing his fangs. "Ah, finally. A drink worthy of nobility."

He lifted the bottle elegantly, tilting it with the grace of a perfect royal prince. The deep red liquid shimmered like rubies under the light.

Drake’s jaw dropped. "Ewwww! You’re drinking that again?"

Vlad Jr. took a long, elegant sip, then exhaled contentedly. "Mmm. Perfect temperature. Full-bodied flavor. A hint of iron and vintage charm."

"Yuckyyy!" Drake stuck out his tongue, clutching his stomach dramatically. "How can you call that sweet?"

"Because it is sweet, little lizard," Vlad Jr. replied smugly, swirling the bottle. "You just have no refined taste."

Boo snorted with laughter. "Refined taste? You drink blood, he breathes fire, and I eat air! None of us are normal!"

Kelpie clapped his hands joyfully, dunking cookies into his cup of sparkling water. "I like both! Blood looks shiny, and sweets are splashy!"

"You can’t even eat properly, you drink everything!" Luna barked as she sat down, snatching a plate before Drake could. "Leave something for the rest of us!"

"But Lunaaa," Drake whined, "my stomach is huge and empty and echoing with sadness!"

Vlad Jr. rolled his eyes, looking like he was questioning his entire royal lineage. "You ate half the protest snacks before even protesting."

"That doesn’t count!" Drake said seriously. "Those were warm-up snacks!"

Boo spun in the air, grabbing three candies at once. "Then these are protest-recovery snacks!"

Sable giggled softly, nibbling on a cookie smaller than his palm. "Teacher Alina would laugh if she saw this..."

Dante stood nearby, watching the chaotic little feast unfold with quiet disbelief. He had originally planned to lure them with sweets and calm them down, but somehow, it had turned into an all-out dessert war.

Lucien was quietly sipping his juice, looking at the others like he had accepted his fate. "Every time you all eat, it turns into a battlefield."

Boo pointed a chocolate stick at him like a sword. "A sweet battlefield!"

Kelpie cheered, "Yaaay! Dessert war!" before accidentally splashing his pudding onto Luna.

"YOU WATER CREATURE!" she growled angrily.

Kelpie gasped and hid behind Dante’s leg. "It was friendly splash!"

Dante sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he surveyed them. "Next time," he muttered to himself, "I’ll just serve them vegetables."

The babies froze.

"NOOOO!" Boo shouted, horror flashing across his face. "Vegetables are evil!"

Drake nodded seriously, mouth full of cake. "I’ll protest again if you bring broooooccoli!"

Vlad Jr. blinked. "What’s broccoli?"

Lucien leaned over. "Something worse than garlic."

Vlad Jr. gasped in genuine fear. "Impossible!"

Dante couldn’t help it, he laughed softly. It was rare for him to smile so freely, but seeing their little faces covered in crumbs, chocolate, and frosting somehow made him feel funny.

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Boo was the first one to reach the classroom after lunch. He floated proudly to the door, shut it dramatically, and puffed up his tiny ghost chest. "Alright! From now on, Boo is official guard of Class D!" he declared, folding his arms like a bouncer outside a fancy club.

When Felix and Lucien finally arrived, they blinked at the sight of Boo blocking the door like a floating security officer.

"Step back, citizens!" Boo said seriously. "No one can enter until you show Boo... some dance moves!"

Felix blinked, expression blank. "What?"

"Dance!" Boo repeated, wiggling his little ghost body midair like jelly. "Show me the rhythm of your soul!"

Lucien stared at him quietly. "...What rhythm?"

"No rhythm, no entry!" Boo said, grinning mischievously. "That’s the rule."

Felix sighed. "Little ghost, let us through. I’m tired, and my afternoon nap is calling me."

Lucien nodded. "Yes, Boo, I have to practice my calligraphy."

Boo crossed his ghostly arms stubbornly. "No, no, no! Until you dance, you shall not pass!"

Felix rolled his eyes heavenward. "You’re hopeless..." But he stepped back, took a deep breath, and shifted into his fox form. Seven tails shimmered like silk as he began to twirl gracefully, moving in elegant circles.

Boo gasped, floating up with sparkly eyes. "Waaaah! Felix is dancing! Boo must join too!"

He started spinning midair like a wobbly top, arms flailing, accidentally bumping into the door. "Hehehe! Boo has rhythm too!"

Felix transformed back with a smirk. "Are you satisfied now?"

Boo pointed at him dramatically. "Felix, you may pass!"

Lucien blinked. "So I have to dance too?"

"Yes!" Boo said, floating closer. "Every student must honor the Gate of Boo with dance!"

Lucien rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I’m not dancing."

"Then you can’t enter!" Boo said, crossing his arms again, looking very proud of his silly rule.

Lucien exhaled. "Fine..." He stood still for a second, then did the smallest, most awkward shoulder wiggle in history.

Boo squinted. "That’s not a dance, that’s... that’s sleepwalking!"

Felix burst out laughing. "Oh no, Boo, let him in before he dies of embarrassment!"

Lucien glared, his cheeks slightly red. "I danced. You saw it."

"Hmm..." Boo floated up, tapping his chin like a judge. "Not enough sparkle... but Boo will allow it since you’re handsome."

Lucien blinked. "What?"