I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 285 Principal’s secret notebook

Alina burst into laughter again, her voice bright and warm. "Oh, Boo," she said, wiping her eyes. "I’m sure the Principal was just checking on the class, not spying for wisdom."

But Boo wasn’t done. "No, no, no! He wrote things down! I even floated behind him and saw the notebook—it said: How to be calm like Miss Alina!"

Alina covered her mouth to keep from laughing, though she knew it wasn’t true. Still, she couldn’t help but love how creative Boo was when it came to gossip. "You didn’t!"

"I did! I’m excellent at stealth!" Boo declared proudly. "But then he sneezed, and I accidentally shouted ’Bless you!’ and he almost fell over!"

Alina could barely breathe now. "Boo, you didn’t really do that..." she gasped between laughs. Lord, make this little ghost a storyteller instead.

"I did! His hat flew off!" Boo said with full conviction, his glow flickering brighter as he laughed hysterically.

When did Dante start wearing hats? Alina thought, half in disbelief and half in amusement. Oh my goodness, this ghost is going to drive me crazy.

She finally gave up and laughed loudly with him, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him spin through the air. "You’re unbelievable," she said warmly.

Boo beamed, puffing his tiny chest. "That’s what makes me special!"

She smiled, her voice soft as a breeze. "Yes, you truly are."

And as Boo kept babbling about the "principal’s secret notebook," spinning and twirling through the air like a ribbon of light, his laughter echoed off the walls. Then, in his usual cheerful haste, he waved both hands and darted out of the classroom, still humming the word gossip like a song.

Alina watched him go, a soft smile lingering on her face. The classroom felt quieter without his chatter, yet it was filled with a tenderness she couldn’t describe. She sighed contentedly, her thoughts drifting inward.

She knew children’s minds worked differently from those of adults. At that tender age, they lived in a subconscious world—a place of pure imagination, emotion, and endless curiosity. There was no firm wall of logic yet, no clear line between fantasy and truth. To them, every story was real, every feeling absolute, every thought alive.

That was why Boo’s wild gossip tales always made her smile. He wasn’t lying; in his little world, everything he said was true. The principal was a secret spy for wisdom, the drum really was a lonely friend waiting for Drake, and the treasure she’d "hidden" probably did exist somewhere in the corners of their dreams.

Alina leaned back against her desk, her eyes softening. "Children live in the space between magic and logic," she murmured to herself. "And maybe that’s what makes them closest to the truth."

For Alina, teaching them wasn’t just about lessons or discipline—it was about protecting that fragile, glowing part of childhood. The part that believed everything could be healed with kindness, and that love could turn even the dullest world bright again.

She straightened, brushing the chalk dust from her skirt. Sunlight streamed through the window, painting golden lines across the desks. After gathering her bag and notebook, she stepped outside, closing the door gently behind her.

Just as she turned down the corridor, she stopped. Dante was standing there.

He looked surprised at first, then a faint smile crossed his face. "Miss Alina, you’re still here?"

Alina smiled back, holding her bag closer. "Sir, I was just about to head for lunch."

Dante nodded slowly. "Ah, I see. You should probably go then." His voice was calm, but there was something quiet in his eyes—something that almost felt lonely.

Alina noticed it immediately. "Sir, aren’t you going for lunch?" she asked softly.

He shook his head. "I’ll check the classrooms first. Then there’s a meeting. I don’t really have time today."

Alina frowned, her tone gentle but firm. "That’s not good, Sir. You shouldn’t skip meals like that. Why don’t you come have lunch with us? It’s not healthy to stay hungry for too long."

Without thinking, she reached out and touched his arm lightly.

Dante’s eyes shifted to her hand. For a moment, his gaze turned deeper, and something unreadable flickered there. "There’s no need, Alina," he said quietly. "I’ll manage."

But she didn’t move her hand. "You can’t be that busy," she said with a small, persistent smile. "Come on, even the others would like it if you joined us."

He looked at her for a long moment, his lips curving slightly. "You really are persistent, aren’t you?"

Alina blinked. "Persistent?"

"Yes," he said, stepping closer. "It’s dangerous when someone like you says things with that smile."

Her heart gave a tiny jump. "I—I only meant to invite you for lunch."

"Of course," he said with a quiet chuckle. "Just lunch."

Flustered, she quickly pulled her hand back. "Then let’s go before everything gets cold."

"Lead the way," Dante said, the corner of his mouth lifting again.

As they walked down the hallway together, Alina didn’t notice the way his eyes lingered on her. But Dante did. He walked beside her with the calm of someone used to hiding his thoughts, yet inside, he was quietly amused.

So soft, he thought. So caring... this little human doesn’t even realize what she does to people.

He looked away before she could notice the faint smile that stayed on his face.

As they reached the end of the corridor, Dante slowed his steps. "By the way, Miss Alina," he said calmly, "if you don’t mind... I know a healer. I could send them to help your aunt and your mother."

Alina blinked, surprised. "A healer?"

He nodded. "Yes. They’re quite skilled. They work with both medicine and energy—they know how to heal the body and calm the mind."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Really?" she asked softly. "That would help so much, Sir."

The thought of her family made her heart ache. She looked down for a moment, her fingers tightening around her bag strap. "It’s been so hard lately," she admitted, her voice trembling a little. "I didn’t want to worry anyone here, but... I really do need it."