I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 559 Dante’s Promise

Then Boo raised his hand.

"Follow-up question."

Dante looked at him.

"Yes."

"If teacher catches a cold again tomorrow... are we allowed to panic a little bit? Like small panic? Contained panic? With permission?"

Felix closed his eyes. "Please stop talking."

Boo ignored him completely, waiting for an answer.

Dante considered the question for a moment.

"Small panic," he said finally, "is acceptable. But only after checking facts first."

Boo nodded seriously.

"Fact checking. Then small panic. Understood."

"Well," Dante said calmly, his voice steady as he rose from beside Rocky, "she will be happy to hear how her little students were worried for her. But I suggest you do not panic too much. She would not like it."

He spoke while looking ahead rather than at any one child in particular, his tone carrying quiet certainty.

Boo nodded immediately, as if he had just received extremely important ghost instructions.

"Yes," he said seriously. "Teacher does not like unnecessary chaos. She says chaos is for outdoors only."

Felix glanced at him from the side.

"You are literally the source of unnecessary chaos. Indoors and outdoors."

Boo ignored him with great dignity.

Dante straightened and walked back toward the front of the classroom. His steps were slow and controlled, his presence naturally pulling the attention of the room with him. When he reached the desk, he turned around and looked over the class one by one, dark eyes moving calmly across the rows.

Then he said simply, "So. First class is mathematics."

Every single baby froze.

Nine pairs of eyes widened at the same time.

Felix blinked once.

Kelpie splashed water anxiously.

Rocky sat straighter, his new determination already being tested.

Luna’s ears twitched violently.

Drake stopped breathing for a full second.

Boo’s mouth slowly opened in horror.

Vlad Jr. remained perfectly composed.

Lucien glanced briefly at Sable.

Sable stared at Dante like someone had just announced something extremely suspicious and possibly cruel.

But no one said anything.

They were too intimidated to protest.

Dante noticed the silence and nodded once in clear approval.

"Good," he said. "I appreciate cooperation."

The class remained quiet.

For a moment, it looked like the most disciplined classroom in the entire academy.

Then Boo slowly raised one hand.

Dante looked at him.

"Yes?"

Boo spoke very carefully, as if negotiating a treaty.

"...Mathematics?"

"Yes."

Boo blinked slowly.

"...Right now?"

"Yes."

Boo lowered his hand very slowly, turning toward the others with a tragic expression that suggested they had all been sentenced to something terrible.

Felix leaned forward slightly. "Mathematics is not difficult. It is just numbers."

"That is not the problem," Boo whispered dramatically. "The problem is numbers are boring."

Drake leaned toward Luna and muttered quietly, "Mathematics is boring. Very boring. The most boring."

Luna nodded seriously. "Extremely boring. Numbers have no personality."

Kelpie whispered, "Water numbers are okay. Regular numbers are boring."

Meanwhile, Vlad Jr. had already opened his notebook neatly, sitting perfectly straight like a model student ready to excel.

Dante picked up the chalk and wrote several problems across the board with precise movements. The numbers appeared clean and organized, each one perfectly formed.

He turned around again.

"Begin."

For a few seconds, the room stayed quiet.

Then the sounds began.

Chairs shifting.

Pages flipping.

Pencils tapping.

Drake immediately started spinning his pencil between his fingers instead of writing.

Luna finished the first problem in ten seconds and started doodling wolves in the corner of her page.

Felix solved everything with bored efficiency and leaned back again, clearly done.

Kelpie solved one question and then started making tiny water circles on his desk.

Rocky worked slowly but carefully, his fingers gripping the pencil with determination.

Vlad Jr. solved every problem perfectly and sat waiting, his work immaculate.

Lucien and Sable worked quietly together, sharing whispers and solutions.

And Boo stared at his paper like it had personally offended him.

"This is suffering," he announced quietly.

Dante looked at him.

Boo quickly looked down.

"...But I am suffering quietly. With respect."

After a while,

"Sir, I don’t understand the last one."

Luna’s voice broke the quiet scratching of pencils in the classroom.

Dante stopped writing on the board and turned his head toward her desk. Luna was staring at her paper with a deep frown, her ears twitching slightly as she tapped the page with her pencil.

He walked over and crouched beside her chair so they were at the same level.

"Which part?" he asked calmly.

Luna pointed at the last problem on her worksheet. "This one. I don’t understand why it becomes like that."

Dante leaned closer and looked at the page.

For a moment he simply studied it.

Then he picked up the pencil from her desk and began explaining slowly, pointing to each step on the page as he spoke.

"You look at the numbers first," he said calmly, guiding her finger across the page. "Then you count them one by one. After that, you remove the ones that are taken away."

Luna watched carefully, her head tilted slightly while he explained.

Dante finished and placed the pencil back on the desk.

"There," he said. "Now it should be clear."

Luna blinked.

Then she blinked again.

"I still didn’t understand..." she admitted quietly.

And without thinking, she started pulling lightly at a strand of her hair in frustration.

Dante gently caught her hand before she could pull harder.

"Do not pull your hair," he said calmly. "Those are delicate."

Luna froze for a moment.

"I will explain again."

She nodded immediately.

This time Dante spoke even more slowly, pointing to each number and counting softly so she could follow.

"First we count what is here," he said patiently. "Then we remove the ones that go away. What remains is the answer."

Luna leaned closer to the paper, trying to follow his explanation.

When he finished, Dante looked at her again.

"You understand now, correct?" he asked.

Luna nodded automatically.

Then she stopped.

Her ears twitched again.

She slowly shook her head.

Her father had always told her that lying was a bad habit.

Lying made things complicated. It made your life difficult because you had to remember what you said before. And sometimes it made your chest feel heavy because of guilt.

It was better to say the truth.

Even if it felt embarrassing.