I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 387 Exam (2)

The moment Alina finished handing out all the papers to the babies, chaos followed naturally.

Vlad Jr. lifted his pen with the dignity of a prince unveiling a royal decree. "My father gifted me a royal pen," he announced solemnly, his chin tilted up just enough to be dramatic. The pen itself gleamed faintly, far too elegant for a child’s desk. "With this pen, I will definitely top the class." His red eyes shone with fierce determination, because his father rarely gifted him anything personally, and that alone made the pen feel like a sacred artifact of destiny.

Boo floated halfway out of his seat, deeply offended by the lack of attention on himself. "I got pen too!!!" he declared loudly, shoving his stationery into the air. "Look, look! Blue pen! And pencil!" He puffed out his chest. "My elder gifted them to me and said, ’Rise the ghost glory!’" Boo gasped at his own words as if reliving the moment. "So obviously, Boo is now very important."

A few babies stared at him in awe. One of them whispered, "Ghost glory sounds expensive."

Before Boo could add a speech, Luna slammed her pencil proudly onto the desk. "My daddy gifted me a handmade pencil," she said, eyes sparkling with smug joy. "He said he made it himself!"

There was a brief pause.

"...By hand?" Drake asked slowly.

"Yes," Luna nodded firmly. "With love."

The room fell silent for half a second, then exploded.

"THAT IS AN ILLEGAL ADVANTAGE!" Boo cried dramatically.

"Handmade equals more power," Vlad Jr. muttered darkly.

"Does love make answers correct?" Rocky asked sincerely.

Drake stared at his own pencil in betrayal. "Mine came from a shop..."

Alina pinched the bridge of her nose, already smiling despite herself. "Alright, alright," she said gently, trying to regain control. "Royal pens, ghost-glory pens, handmade pencils with love... all of them work the same. What matters is what’s in your head."

The babies looked unconvinced.

Boo leaned over and whispered loudly, "But Teacher, what if the pen remembers answers?"

Alina laughed. "Then it still won’t help if you don’t."

Vlad Jr. sat back proudly, twirling his royal pen with restraint. "The pen does not remember," he said calmly. "But I do."

Alina clapped her hands once, her voice gentle but firm, and pointed toward the clock on the wall. "Alright, sweethearts, don’t waste time. You only have one hour, so focus and start writing now."

The room stiffened instantly.

Boo gasped so loudly he nearly tipped backward in midair. "ONE HOUR?!" He grabbed his head in both hands, spinning slightly. "Oh my ghost—Drake already wasted my half hour!!"

Drake froze mid-scribble, his chubby fingers clutching his pencil. "What? I didn’t touch your hour!"

"You talked," Boo accused dramatically, pointing at him. "You breathed loudly. You showed me your pencil. All of that counts as time theft."

"That is not how time works," Vlad Jr. said without looking up, already writing neatly, his royal pen gliding with quiet authority.

Boo zipped over to Alina’s side, panic written all over his little face. "Teacher, can you please add five minutes? Or maybe ten? Or maybe just stop the clock for Boo only?"

Alina bit her lip to keep from laughing. "No stopping the clock, Boo. Write now."

Boo floated back to his seat, muttering, "This is discrimination against ghosts..."

Rocky raised his hand slowly. "Teacher... if I write very neatly, does time move slower?"

"No, sweetheart."

Kelpie stared at the paper in horror. "Teacher... the paper is staring back at me."

Luna cracked her knuckles with quiet determination. "Focus. This paper will fear us."

Drake squinted at his first question and whispered urgently, "Boo... what if my pencil forgets numbers?"

Boo hissed back, "Do not distract me, Drake. I am fighting the clock."

"Everyone focus on writing your paper. No more moving and talking," Alina said, walking between the desks, watching tiny brows furrow, tongues stick out in concentration, tails swish nervously, and shadows twitch with stress. She smiled softly to herself.

Drake stared at the math exam paper as if it were a terrifying ancient artifact that might suddenly bite him.

He had been fully prepared for horror. Numbers jumping at him. Evil symbols. Cruel questions designed to emotionally damage baby dragons.

But instead... the paper was colorful.

Very colorful.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he flipped it over. Tiny drawings, soft colors, friendly layouts. It was pretty. So pretty that it distracted him for a full five seconds.

"Teacher made it... cute," he whispered, momentarily forgetting he was supposed to be terrified.

The total marks were only thirty.

Drake’s heart soared.

He flipped to the first page and froze again, this time in delight.

Nine ducks plus nine chicks, drawn in bright little pictures, all round and smiling.

"How many?" the question asked politely.

Drake’s mouth fell open. "I know this one."

He immediately started writing with intense enthusiasm, his pencil moving fast and proud. He counted with his finger, then again just to be safe, then wrote the answer boldly like he was declaring victory. Whenever he saw addition questions or picture-based ones, his confidence shot straight through the roof.

Subtraction, however, was another story.

Drake squinted at one subtraction question, frowned deeply, then very calmly skipped it.

"That one looks... suspicious," he muttered, flipping the page. He answered every question he liked, ignored the ones he didn’t, and felt extremely satisfied with this fair and balanced approach to academics.

Across the room, Lucien’s eyes lit up the moment he scanned the paper.

This... was doable.

There were easy questions, some slightly harder ones, but nothing unreasonable. The visual questions especially made sense. He adjusted his posture, picked up his pencil properly, and began answering in a neat, steady rhythm. He read every question carefully, solved the ones he knew immediately, and marked the harder ones to return to later, just like a tiny strategist.

Sable blinked at the paper, his ears twitching.

He knew some answers. Not all. But enough.

He wrote down everything he was confident about first, his handwriting small but careful. When he reached the questions he didn’t know, he paused, stared at them seriously, and started trying to solve them step by step, murmuring softly to himself like he was negotiating with the numbers.

Boo, on the other hand, did not even look at the paper.

He grabbed his pencil, slammed it down dramatically, and wrote his name in huge letters.

MAXIMUS

He stared at it for a second, tilted his head, then frowned.