I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 307 Snacks were the best motivation in the world
As the class settled down, Alina placed the snack bags on her desk, her tone light again. "Now, who’s ready for their treasure treats?"
Every little hand shot up at once, followed by a cheerful chorus of—
"Me, teacher! Me!" the class shouted together, little hands waving in the air, tails flicking, wings fluttering in excitement.
Alina smiled at them with a playful glint in her eyes, her voice turning mysteriously sweet. "Well," she began, dragging the word just enough to make them lean forward in curiosity, "we have a surprise test in language today!"
The room went silent. Every pair of tiny eyes widened.
"And," she added cheerfully, "everyone who does their best will get their choice of snacks!"
Instantly, the tension broke into gasps and whispers. "A test?!" "Snacks!" "Language test!" The babies looked shocked—especially Boo, who seemed ready to faint from disbelief.
But before Alina could continue, Kelpie blinked his big eyes innocently and raised his hand. "But Boo and Drake said there’s a math test..."
Boo and Drake froze like statues. Their eyes widened in horror, and they slowly turned their heads toward Kelpie with matching murderous glares.
"Kelpie..." Boo hissed under his breath, glowing faintly red.
"Et tu, Kelpie?" Drake whispered dramatically, clutching his chest like a betrayed hero.
Alina crossed her arms, biting back a smile. "Oh?" she said, pretending to be curious. "How do Boo and Drake know about a math test, hmm?" She raised a brow and leaned closer, her tone playful. "Kelpie, sweetheart, can you tell me?"
Kelpie blinked, confused by the sudden shift. "Um... because they... said so?"
The entire class gasped, Boo and Drake included.
"Teacher! Teacher!!" Drake suddenly shouted, jumping from his chair as if to stop a disaster.
Alina chuckled softly. "Yes, sweetheart?"
"I... I..." he stammered, wings twitching. His little face turned pink as he glanced at Boo for help.
Boo quickly floated beside him, whispering frantically, "Say you had a dream! Say it was a dream!"
"I—I had a dream!" Drake blurted out. "Yes! A dream about a math test! It was terrible!"
Boo nodded wildly. "Yes, and I was there too! In his dream! I saw numbers chasing us!"
The classroom erupted into laughter. Even Alina couldn’t help but smile, her eyes shining with affection and amusement.
"Oh really?" she said teasingly. "Then I suppose next time, you should both dream about listening to your teacher instead of spying through windows."
Boo and Drake froze again, their laughter vanishing instantly.
"How did she know?" Boo whispered in horror.
"She’s scary..." Drake murmured.
Alina smiled sweetly, her soft voice filling the classroom as she began the morning routine. "Alright, little ones, before we start our surprise test, let’s take attendance."
The babies immediately sat up straighter, some still wiggling in excitement while others tried to look serious like grown-ups.
"Vlad Jr.?"
"Present, teacher," he said politely, bowing his little head like a young noble.
"Drake?"
"Here!" Drake raised his hand proudly, his tiny dragon tail flicking behind him.
"Boo?"
"Glowing and present!" Boo said cheerfully, his body flickering like a small lantern.
"Sable?"
"H-here..." came a shy voice from the corner, his soft shadow curling protectively around his chair legs.
"Luna?"
"Present, teacher," she said with a little yawn, stretching her arms like a sleepy wolf pup.
"Felix?"
"Here! Can we start snacks after the test?" he asked eagerly, making everyone giggle.
"Lucien?"
"Here, teacher," Lucien said, raising his hand as his bright red eyes met Alina’s, shining with quiet fondness.
"Rocky?"
He raised his hand quietly, murmuring a gentle, "Present."
"Kelpie?"
"Here, teacher," he said sweetly, though Boo and Drake still glared at him like betrayed brothers.
Alina chuckled softly, marking the last name on her sheet. "Good. Everyone’s here. Perfect."
She turned toward the blackboard, her chalk moving smoothly as she began to write out the questions in neat, flowing handwriting. The soft sound of chalk filled the quiet room while the babies watched her in silence, eyes wide, their faces full of curiosity and mild panic.
"Alright," Alina said, dusting her hands together when she finished. "You can all take out your notebooks now. We’re going to solve these questions one by one. No rushing, no peeking, and definitely no ghostly help from Boo."
Boo gasped dramatically. "Teacher, how did you know I was going to help them?"
Alina smiled knowingly without turning around. "Because you always do—and you’re always wrong."
The class burst into laughter again, and as they opened their tiny notebooks, the warm morning sunlight spilled across their desks, wrapping the room in a gentle glow.
Alina had written a few simple, cheerful language questions on the board—things she knew her little ones could manage if they just focused. The chalk marks gleamed softly under the sunlight as she stepped back and read them aloud in her warm, gentle voice:
"Question one: Describe the sky. Question two: Write five words that start with S. Question three: Name five animals you know."
She turned to face the class, hands resting lightly on her hips. "Easy, right?"
All the babies nodded quickly, their eyes bright with determination. Even Boo, who was usually the first to complain, picked up his pencil (which he mostly used for drawing spirals in the air instead of writing) and began scribbling something on his page.
Drake stuck his tongue out in concentration as he wrote, mumbling under his breath, "Sky is... blue, fluffy, has clouds... sometimes has birds... and sometimes... teacher’s flying hair."
Vlad Jr. was already writing neatly, his letters perfectly shaped, while Sable bit his lip and whispered softly to himself as he wrote in his small notebook. Luna’s tail flicked as she frowned, clearly taking the task very seriously.
Even Felix, who was usually distracted, was writing fast—though he occasionally stopped to glance at the snack bag sitting temptingly on Alina’s desk.
No one protested this time. Not a single grumble, not even from Boo or Drake. The promise of snacks was too powerful.
Alina looked at them fondly—her little army of determined babies—and couldn’t help but smile. The classroom was filled with the soft sound of pencils scratching, tails swishing, and the quiet hum of concentration.
Maybe, she thought warmly, snacks were the best motivation in the world.
