I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 518 Parents meeting (12)

Sir Santo closed his eyes briefly, and Alina could not help the small smile that escaped her.

"Hello, Boo," she said, noticing that Sir Santo had already finished looking at the papers.

Boo immediately leaned forward like he was about to inspect a national treasure.

"I passed. Did I see it correct?" he whispered dramatically.

"You did well," she corrected gently.

Boo gasped like he had just been told he was promoted to king of ghosts.

Sir Santo picked up one of the papers again, scanning it calmly, eyes sharp and intelligent.

"His language expression is... colorful," Sir Santo said smoothly.

Alina pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.

"Yes," she said carefully. "Very... expressive."

Boo beamed like this was the greatest compliment in history.

"He participates a lot," she continued. "Sometimes... very loudly. But he is very emotionally aware of other students. And he helps when someone is upset."

Boo puffed his chest out proudly.

Sir Santo’s lips curved into a faint, amused smile.

"I see," he said quietly. "Then he is learning what truly matters."

Boo looked between them like he had just unlocked secret adult respect and nearly vibrated with happiness.

Boo puffed himself up even more, his small ghost body floating a little higher as if praise itself was lifting him.

"Do you know I was so worried if I pass or not," he continued dramatically, clutching his own chest. "But I guess I passed because of my spell and I taught everyone spell and all passed. Isn’t that great? Do you know I will be most dangerous and spooky Ghost King when I grow up? I am already Gossip King of my classroom... Banana King... everyone respects Boo respectfully..." he declared, wiggling proudly in his seat, clearly trying to look important in front of Sir Santo.

Alina had to press her lips together to stop her smile from turning into laughter. There was something so sincere in the way he believed every grand title he gave himself.

Boo shot her a very obvious look, eyebrows wiggling like tiny worms.

Teacher, tell him.

She gave a small, patient nod.

"Yes," she said warmly, looking first at Boo, then at Sir Santo. "Boo is very creative and very bright. He is cheerful. He keeps the class energy high. And he is very positive."

Boo looked like he might ascend into another dimension from happiness.

"And," she added gently, lifting one finger, "he also has a very strong imagination. Which is wonderful, as long as he uses it for stories and ideas."

Boo blinked.

Then narrowed his eyes slightly.

"...Teacher," he whispered, "that sounded like hidden scolding."

Sir Santo let out the quietest breath of laughter, barely visible, but there.

Alina tilted her head, innocent. "I don’t know what you mean."

Boo stared at her suspiciously, then decided praise was still praise and nodded seriously.

"Yes. I am imaginative," he said with dignity.

Sir Santo placed Boo’s papers back on the table and looked at Alina properly now, his gaze calm but perceptive, like he could see far deeper than most people tried to.

"You guide them well," he said simply.

Alina felt heat rise slightly to her cheeks and she dipped her head politely. "Thank you."

Sir Santo rested one elbow lightly on the table, fingers loosely folded, his expression calm in that quiet, observant way of his, the kind of expression that made it feel like he was listening not only to words, but to intentions behind them.

"What about his friends?" he asked, voice smooth and thoughtful. "And his behavior. I assume he does not disturb you during class. Or... attempt to scare you."

There was the faintest pause before the last part, like he was choosing very generous wording.

Boo’s head snapped toward him, eyes widening dramatically, mouth falling open in betrayal.

Sir Santo sipped the water placed on the table like he had not just questioned Boo’s entire reputation.

Alina let out a small breath through her nose, fighting a smile.

"He is friends with everyone," she said honestly, her voice warm and steady. "He talks to everyone, checks on everyone, and somehow always knows what is happening in the class."

Boo straightened proudly.

"Yes," he whispered. "Because I am Gossip King."

"And," she continued gently, "he does not disturb me when I am teaching. When I explain something, he listens. But he does ask many questions."

Sir Santo nodded slowly, like this confirmed several long standing theories in his mind.

"I enjoy answering them," she added.

Boo glowed.

Actually glowed.

"I am not trouble maker," Boo announced loudly, looking away like a misunderstood celebrity avoiding paparazzi.

Across the table, Drake snorted.

Luna made a choking sound trying not to laugh.

Felix covered his face with one hand.

Sir Santo turned his head slowly and looked at Boo knowingly.

Then he shook his head once, amused.

And then Alina moved toward Vlad Jr.’s table.

For some reason, her steps slowed slightly before she reached them.

"Count Vladimir, Lady Isadora," she greeted politely, offering a small, respectful smile. Even after meeting so many powerful parents, something about their quiet elegance still made her a little nervous. They did not speak loudly. They did not show emotion dramatically. But their presence carried discipline and refinement.

Count Vladimir inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment.

Lady Isadora’s soft blue eyes rested warmly on Alina, and she returned the smile with gentle grace.

"Have you seen his paper?" Alina asked carefully, noticing that the stack in front of them looked perfectly aligned, almost untouched, not crumpled or flipped like the others.

"I have," Count Vladimir replied calmly. His voice was low, measured, precise. "He did everything correctly."

He gave a small nod, not overly expressive, but there was unmistakable satisfaction in the subtle lift of his chin. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Lady Isadora placed her hand lightly over the top page. "His writing is very neat," she added softly. "He practices at home."

Vlad Jr. sat straight in his seat, his hands resting politely on his lap. He tried to look composed, as always, but there was the faintest upward curve at the corner of his lips. His eyes held a quiet sparkle. He was proud. And trying very hard not to show it too much.

Alina’s smile warmed.

"Yes," she said gently. "He completed every question carefully. Not only correctly, but clearly structured. Even in science, he explained his reasoning instead of just writing the final answer."

Count Vladimir’s gaze shifted to his son.

"Reasoning is important," he said.

"Yes," Alina agreed. "But I also appreciate that he helps others without showing off."

Vlad Jr.’s ears tinged slightly pink at that.

"He often assists classmates when they are confused," she continued. "But he does it very quietly. He does not try to take credit."

Lady Isadora’s expression softened visibly. "That is good to hear."

Alina leaned slightly toward Vlad Jr., lowering her voice just a little.

"However," she added gently, "I sometimes remind him that it is okay to relax too. He is still a child."

Vlad Jr.’s posture stiffened for half a second.

"I am relaxed," he said calmly.

From behind him, Drake loudly whispered, "He practices speeches in the mirror."

"Drake," Vlad Jr. said without turning around.

Drake grinned.

Alina tried not to laugh.

"He carries himself very responsibly," she continued more seriously. "But I also make sure he joins the games. He enjoys them, even if he pretends to remain dignified."

Lady Isadora’s laugh was soft and musical. "He does the same at home."

Count Vladimir gave a faint nod of approval.

"Discipline and joy must coexist," he said quietly.

Alina felt her nervousness ease a little.

"Yes," she agreed. "And he balances both very well."

She turned toward Vlad Jr. directly now.

"You did very well this term," she said sincerely.

He met her gaze, trying to remain composed, but his eyes shone brighter.

"Thank you, teacher," he replied politely.

And for just a brief second, before he lowered his eyes back to the paper in his hands, she saw it clearly—

He was very, very happy.

***

Alina finally stepped back toward the front of the room, her fingers tightening just slightly around the edge of the file as she opened it, the soft rustle of paper sounding louder to her ears than it really was.

She inhaled slowly, grounding herself the way she always did, the way she had learned during training, and when she spoke, her voice came out warm and steady.

"Since everyone has finished looking at the papers," she said gently, her eyes moving across the babies first before the adults, "I will announce the top three students of Class D."

The moment the words left her mouth, the babies straightened instinctively.

Drake stopped chewing his thumb.

Luna’s tail went stiff behind her chair.

Rocky’s fingers tightened around the edge of his sleeve.

Kelpie froze mid whisper to his mom.

Boo stopped mid glow.

Vlad Jr. simply folded his hands politely, but his eyes sharpened with interest.

Lucien sat very still.

Sable leaned forward, eyes wide with pure curiosity, not fear, just excitement.

And Felix lazily looked up while his mom looked nervous on behalf of him.

Alina smiled softly at them, her heart squeezing with affection.

"This ranking was based on paper scores," she said gently, then glanced down at the list in her hand before looking back up.

"So third is..."