I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 564 Eating chalk is prohibited

"Also... Felix secretly eats chalk."

Dante turned his head slowly.

"...What."

Boo nodded with full seriousness.

"Yes. Chalk. From the box. White sticks."

Dante stared at him.

"That is not gossip," Dante said flatly. "That is a medical concern. Chalk is not food."

"I know," Boo said happily. "But Felix likes chalk so much that he hides and eats it secretly, thinking no one noticed. He thinks he is sneaky. He is not sneaky."

And then Boo burst into loud laughter, his ghostly body wobbling in the air, his laughter echoing off the walls.

Dante looked at him slowly.

"...So he really eats chalk."

"Yes," Boo said happily, wiping an imaginary tear. "White chalk. Not colored chalk. I heard him say colored chalk tastes suspicious. Like chemicals. But white chalk is acceptable."

Dante remained silent for a moment, processing this information.

Then he looked toward the playground outside again.

Felix was currently standing near the tree with Lucien, looking perfectly composed and intelligent as usual. His arms were folded, his posture elegant, his expression calm and superior. He was explaining something very seriously, probably something intellectual.

The image did not match Boo’s information at all.

Dante narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You are certain about this?" he asked.

Boo floated higher with absolute confidence.

"Absolutely certain. One hundred percent. Ghost guarantee."

He leaned closer again like a professional investigator revealing classified information.

"I saw him yesterday."

"What exactly did you see?"

Boo grinned mischievously.

"He thought no one was looking. Teacher was helping Rocky with his pebbles. Luna was chasing Drake. Kelpie was watering the plants outside. Vlad Jr. was organizing his notebook."

Dante listened silently.

"And Felix," Boo continued dramatically, acting out the scene with his hands, "looked around very carefully. Very sneaky. Very suspicious."

He demonstrated by turning his head left and right exaggeratedly.

"Then he took one tiny piece of chalk from the box..."

Boo mimed picking up something small.

"...looked around again..."

Another exaggerated head turn.

"...and then he ate it."

Dante stared at him.

"He ate it."

"Yes."

"Like food."

"Yes. Chewed and swallowed. Like a snack."

Dante exhaled slowly.

Boo folded his arms proudly.

"Felix thinks he is very sneaky. He thinks no one knows. But I know. Ghost always knows."

Dante looked outside again.

Felix was now adjusting his collar calmly like the most dignified student in the academy, completely unaware that his secret was out.

Dante watched him for a moment.

"...I see."

Boo floated happily beside him.

"I am very good at gathering information. Best spy in class."

"That much is clear."

Boo nodded.

"I am basically the classroom head of the gossip division."

Dante gave him a sideways glance.

"That is both impressive and slightly alarming."

Boo grinned proudly.

"Teacher says I should use my powers responsibly. She says gossip is power. Use power wisely." Although Teacher never actually said this, the principal wasn’t going to ask her if she did or not, right? He thought, grinning.

Dante looked back at the playground again.

Felix suddenly glanced toward the classroom.

For a brief second, the boy looked directly at Dante.

Then he calmly turned his head away again.

As if nothing had happened.

But there was something in that glance. Awareness. Calculation.

Dante narrowed his eyes slightly.

"...Interesting."

Beside him, Boo floated happily, completely missing the exchange.

"Oh! I also know where Drake hides his snack stash. Want to know? Very secret location. I can show you."

Dante closed his eyes for a second.

"I am beginning to understand why Alina looks tired every evening," he murmured.

Boo nodded sagely.

"Yes. Teacher works very hard. Very exhausting job. But she loves us."

Dante opened his eyes and looked at the little ghost.

"She does," he said quietly.

Boo beamed.

"Anyway, Drake’s snack location is under—"

"I do not need to know," Dante interrupted.

Boo looked disappointed.

"But it is important information."

"I trust that it is."

"So you don’t want to know?"

"No."

Boo sighed dramatically.

"Okay. I will tell Teacher later. She always wants to know."

Dante pinched the bridge of his nose again.

"Of course she does."

Boo floated happily in circles around him.

"This was fun! We should do gossip every day!"

"No."

"Every week?"

"No."

"Every month? Special occasions?"

Dante looked at him.

Boo looked back with hopeful eyes.

"...We will see," Dante said finally.

Boo took that as a yes and zoomed toward the door.

"I’m going to play now! Bye, Principal! Tell Teacher I said hi!"

And he was gone, his sparkly purple shirt disappearing through the doorway.

Dante stood alone in the empty classroom.

He looked at the chalk box on the shelf.

Then at the spot where Drake had been sleeping.

He exhaled slowly.

"Kindergarten," he murmured to himself, "is more complicated than ruling a kingdom."

***

After recess ended, the babies slowly came back into the classroom, still talking about their games outside. Drake walked in lazily, licking a bit of snack dust from his fingers with the satisfied expression of someone who had just committed snack crimes and gotten away with them. Luna and Felix continued their argument about who could run faster, their voices carrying across the room.

"I was faster."

"You tripped."

"I tripped because I was too fast for my legs."

"That is not how running works."

"It is how my running works."

Lucien and Sable followed quietly behind them, Sable dragging his chair loudly across the floor before sitting down with a loud scrape, while Lucien calmly took his seat like everything around him was perfectly normal despite the chaos.

But the moment they entered, several of them stopped.

A small wooden board had been placed near the front of the classroom, propped up on the teacher’s desk where everyone could see it.

On it, written clearly in large, official-looking letters, were the words:

Eating chalk is prohibited.

The room went quiet for a moment.

Luna squinted at the board and dropped into her seat with a bored expression.

"...Who even eats chalk?" she muttered in complete disinterest. "That is weird. That is very weird. Why would anyone eat chalk?"

Drake leaned against his desk and started chewing on his thumb thoughtfully.

"Agree," he said seriously, nodding. "I would rather eat my desk than chalk. At least desk has flavor. Dust flavor."