I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 561 Smooth

Across the room, Boo stared at him with huge round eyes.

His body slowly floated closer, hovering just above the floor.

"He is sleeping," Boo whispered dramatically.

Felix did not look up from his paper. "Yes."

"During math class," Boo added.

"Yes."

"In front of the principal."

Felix finally looked up. "Also yes."

Boo floated even closer to Drake, circling him carefully like he was studying a rare scientific specimen.

"This is dangerous behavior," Boo whispered. "Very dangerous. Sleeping in the presence of authority."

Rocky looked worried. "Is he in trouble? Will he get punished?"

Felix shook his head calmly. "No. He asked permission. That is different."

Boo floated back toward his own desk and leaned toward Luna.

"He asked permission," Boo whispered with deep seriousness. "That was strategic. Very strategic. He planned this."

Luna glanced at Drake, who was now sleeping peacefully with one wing slightly spread across the desk.

"He looks tired," she murmured quietly. "Really tired."

Meanwhile, Dante had already returned to the front of the classroom, continuing to review the worksheets as if nothing unusual had happened.

But his eyes briefly flicked toward the sleeping dragon.

Drake shifted slightly in his sleep, scratching lightly at his arm before settling again.

Boo slowly raised his hand.

"Sir."

Dante looked up.

"Yes."

"...If we also feel extremely uncomfortable during math class," Boo asked very carefully, his voice dripping with hope, "are we allowed to sleep? Because I also feel uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Math discomfort."

Felix covered his face with one hand.

"No," Dante replied flatly.

Boo’s face fell dramatically.

"But Drake is sleeping!"

"Drake is shedding. You are not."

Boo gasped.

"You don’t know that! I could be shedding! Ghosts shed... something! Ghost dust! Very tiring!"

Dante stared at him.

Boo stared back.

The staredown lasted five seconds.

Boo looked away first.

"...This class is very unfair," he muttered, slowly sinking down onto his desk in defeat.

Felix shook his head.

Luna went back to her worksheet, still occasionally touching her head.

Meanwhile,

"Not bad..." Alina whispered softly to herself.

She sat comfortably in her room, propped up against the pillows with a warm blanket wrapped around her legs. Her tea sat cooling on the bedside table, forgotten. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror screen Dante had set up earlier so she could watch the classroom. The magical surface reflected everything happening inside the kindergarten clearly, almost as if she were sitting quietly in the corner of the room, invisible and watching.

For a moment she simply watched him.

Dante stood near Luna’s desk, crouched down so he could speak at the children’s level, explaining something again with slow patience. His usually cold and imposing presence seemed different there among the small desks and scattered papers. He was still serious, still calm and commanding, but she could clearly see the effort he was making in every small gesture.

He was trying.

Trying to speak gently. Trying to adjust his explanations. Trying to understand how children thought, how they learned, what made them understand.

Alina rested her chin lightly on her hand, a small smile forming on her lips.

"Not bad at all," she murmured again, a little amused.

She could see him pausing before answering questions, carefully choosing words instead of just stating facts. She could see him kneeling down beside Luna earlier so she would not feel intimidated. She could see the way he looked at each child when they spoke, giving them his full attention.

It was not perfect yet. He still looked slightly uncomfortable sometimes, like a wolf trying to figure out how to play with puppies. But the effort itself was surprisingly touching.

Her heart warmed as she watched.

Then her gaze shifted slightly.

Drake.

The little dragon was sleeping quietly on his desk, his head resting on his folded arms while one wing drooped lazily behind him. His small chest rose and fell with slow, peaceful breaths. Even in sleep, he looked tired, the exhaustion of the shedding phase pulling at his small features.

Alina’s smile faded a little.

Her brows knit with concern.

She knew immediately what was wrong. The shedding phase always made young dragons uncomfortable. Their skin itched, their energy dropped, and sometimes they became cranky or exhausted. She had read about it in the books Furry gave her.

"He should have stayed home today," she whispered quietly, worry softening her voice.

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, watching the way his small shoulders relaxed in sleep, the way his tail curled loosely around the leg of his chair.

Then her gaze drifted back to Dante.

He had noticed too.

Even while teaching, even while answering questions and explaining math, his gaze occasionally moved toward the sleeping dragon. Brief glances. Quick checks. Making sure he was resting peacefully and not in pain, not uncomfortable, not suffering.

Alina felt something warm spread quietly through her chest.

He really was paying attention.

Not just to the lesson, not just to the chaos, but to each of them. To Drake’s tiredness. To Luna’s confidence. To Rocky’s tears earlier. To Boo’s constant need for attention.

For a moment she leaned back in her chair, relaxing as she continued watching the class unfold through the mirror screen.

The room on the other side was still filled with small chaos. Whispers floated between desks. Papers rustled. Pencils tapped. Boo occasionally floated too high before quickly dropping back down when Dante glanced his way. Kelpie’s water puddle grew slowly beneath his chair. Felix solved problems with bored efficiency.

And yet somehow...

Dante was managing it.

Not perfectly. There were moments of awkwardness, moments where he clearly had no idea how to respond to something a child said. But he was managing.

Better than she expected.

Much better.

Alina smiled softly again, her eyes warm.

"...Maybe I should take a day off more often," she whispered playfully, though the affection in her voice was impossible to hide.

She reached for her tea, finally taking a sip, still watching the screen.

On the other side, Dante glanced up briefly, directly at the mirror, as if he knew she was watching.

Alina’s heart skipped.

Then he looked away, back to the children, and continued teaching.

She laughed quietly.

"Smooth," she whispered. "Very smooth."