I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 321 Celebration day

Boo sat in his little corner of the table, sulking like a tiny cloud about to rain. His round ghostly cheeks puffed out as he tapped his crayon against the paper in protest. Alina knew immediately why—he hadn’t gotten the chance to share his "morning gossip." That was the one thing that kept his spirit bright, and now he was holding a full thunderstorm inside him.

For art class, Alina had arranged the colorful tables in a big circle so everyone could see each other. She placed boxes of crayons and watercolors in the center and gave each baby a sheet of blank paper. The moment she said the word "draw," the babies dove in like a pack of tiny artists ready for battle.

She smiled as she walked around, checking their work. Drake was already drawing with fiery energy—his mountain looked a little uneven, but a bright blue river flowed down from its peak, cutting through the page. He was coloring outside the lines, but his excitement made it impossible to scold him.

Felix, on the other hand, had drawn what looked like an enormous peach forest. His trees were small compared to the fruits, and his concentration was intense; even his tongue peeked out slightly in focus as he colored.

Rocky’s drawing was a quiet masterpiece—soft shades of gray and blue blending together. He had drawn small rocks and a peaceful lake, and beneath it, in his careful handwriting, he had written: A safe place. Alina’s heart softened instantly.

She made her rounds slowly, smiling at every messy line and every color choice, until she finally sat down on her chair, watching the little heads bent over their work. The classroom was filled with the soft sound of crayons scraping paper and occasional hums from Luna, who was muttering about how her clouds looked "too fluffy to be real."

Alina rested her chin in her hand, lost in thought for a while.

Then suddenly, something cold poked her cheek.

She blinked and turned and there was Boo, floating beside her with a proud grin, holding up his drawing.

"Teacher! Look, look! I made a green parrot!" he announced excitedly, waving the paper so hard it almost ripped.

Alina chuckled, taking the paper carefully from him. The parrot indeed looked... unique—its body was green, but its eyes were bright pink and its beak sparkled with glitter he’d probably stolen from Luna’s box.

"Oh my... Boo, this is such a beautiful parrot," she said warmly. "It’s so bright and colorful. Did you name it?"

"Mm-hmm!" Boo said proudly, puffing his chest. "His name is Sir Peepalot! He tells better gossip than me!"

Alina burst out laughing, her voice ringing through the classroom like soft bells. "Sir Peepalot? Oh no, then I must be careful what I say, huh?"

"Yup!" Boo said seriously, nodding so hard his little head shimmered. "He tells everything!"

Alina shook her head fondly, her eyes following Boo as he happily hummed and went back to coloring his parrot. Just a little while ago, he had been sulking, frustrated that he hadn’t been able to share his gossip. But now, seeing him laugh again over crayons and glitter, she felt something gentle bloom in her chest.

Children were such beautiful reminders of life’s simple truths. They could cry one moment and laugh the next, their hearts so light that even sadness couldn’t hold on to them for long. Watching Boo, she realized something quietly profound—sadness, happiness, anger, or excitement... all of them were meant to be felt, not kept.

You could dwell on them, yes, she thought with a small smile, but not cling to them. Because if you held them too long, they would weigh you down and take you nowhere.

She glanced around at the little ones, their tiny fingers smudged with color, their laughter filling the air like a melody. Her smile softened, warm and full of gratitude. Maybe that’s why children heal so easily, she thought. Because they never let their hearts stay heavy for too long.

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Weeks slipped by in a blur of laughter and little adventures, and soon the long-awaited day finally arrived—the day of Kelpie’s grand family celebration beneath the sea.

That morning, Kelpie’s seat was empty. The rest of the class, however, was filled with energy, each baby carrying a tiny bag with snacks and spare clothes. Their chatter filled the classroom like birdsong before dawn.

Outside, waiting for them, stood the most extraordinary vehicle any of them had ever seen—a round travel bus shaped like a turtle. Its smooth emerald shell gleamed in the morning light, and its enormous head housed the driver. Inside the turtle’s body was a wide, glasslike space that offered a full view of the world outside. The seats were soft and arranged in cozy rows, each one perfectly sized for the little ones.

Alina stood at the entrance, helping the babies climb in one by one while Dante observed from behind, his hands casually in his pockets, that faint smile resting at the corner of his lips. Once everyone was settled, she followed him inside, taking a seat beside him near the window.

The moment the turtle bus began to move, a soft hum filled the air. The shell glowed faintly, and the entire vehicle began to rise gently above the ground.

"Turtle flew! Turtle flew!" Boo shouted, spinning midair with pure excitement, his translucent form flickering with happy sparkles.

Drake jumped in his seat, his golden eyes wide. "We’re flying in turtle! We’re really flying in turtle!" he exclaimed, pressing his hands against the glass wall, his tail wagging like an excited puppy. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Careful, Drake," Vlad Jr. said primly, straightening his bow tie. "This isn’t just a ride—it’s an experience. Behave with grace."

Drake blinked at him. "Grace? Is that like snacks?"

Laughter erupted, even from Boo, who was too delighted to float still.

Meanwhile, Luna had her nose pressed against the seat, sniffing curiously. "It smells like water and metal," she muttered seriously.

Felix was munching happily on dried peaches, sharing them with Sable, who sat beside him holding onto the seat tightly but smiling from ear to ear. "It’s so soft here," Sable whispered, his little shadow flickering around his feet like it was excited too.

Rocky, sitting by the window, looked a little quieter than usual. His soft stone-colored fingers fidgeted with the strap of his bag. He missed Kelpie already, but when he thought about seeing his friend again soon, his eyes brightened a little, and a shy smile tugged at his lips.