I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

Chapter 601 Glory

Boo shot up into the air. "FEED THE MONSTER! I AM PERFECT FOR THIS! I HAVE BEEN PREPARING FOR DAYS!"

"You have been preparing?" Felix asked skeptically.

"Mentally."

"That is not preparation."

"It is ghost preparation."

The groups split.

Boo, Sable, and Lucien headed toward the Feed the Monster station, where a large decorated box sat on a table. The box was painted to look like a monster. Big eyes, sharp teeth, a wide open mouth. Children from different classes were already gathered around, holding beanbags in their hands.

Professor Hobb stood at the station, holding a clipboard. His bald head shone in the sunlight.

"Welcome, welcome," Professor Hobb said, adjusting his glasses. "Please form an orderly line. Remember, three attempts per child. Points will be awarded for successful feeds."

Boo floated to the front of the line.

"Ah, Boo," Professor Hobb said. "I see you have registered for this event."

"YES, PROFESSOR EGG!" Boo announced.

Professor Hobb’s eye twitched. "My name is Professor Hobb."

"That is what I said. Professor Egg."

"Hobb."

"Egg."

"Hobb."

"Egg with a B?"

Professor Hobb sighed. "Just... take your turn."

From Class A, a small fairy girl with glittering wings was nervously tossing her beanbag. It fluttered through the air like a butterfly and landed softly inside the monster’s mouth.

"POINT FOR CLASS A!" Professor Hobb announced.

The fairy girl squealed with joy and flew in a small circle.

From Class B, a boy with scales on his arms wound up like a baseball pitcher and threw his beanbag with all his might. It shot through the air like a cannonball, hit the back of the monster’s mouth, and bounced out.

"NO POINT!"

The boy groaned. "TOO MUCH POWER!"

His friend patted his back. "Control, not chaos."

"Chaos is more fun."

Boo watched all of this with great interest. He floated in front of the monster box, his cap slightly tilted, his hands on his hips.

"Hello, monster," he said seriously. "I registered for you. I chose you. We are connected now."

The monster did not respond.

"Good," Boo said. "Silence means agreement."

Professor Hobb sighed. "Boo, the monster is not alive. It is a box."

"That is what it wants you to think," Boo replied mysteriously. "Professor Egg."

"Please stop calling me that."

"I will call you what the universe tells me to call you."

The universe apparently said Professor Egg.

A girl from Class C giggled. "Professor Egg?"

Professor Hobb’s eye twitched again.

Lucien ignored the conversation and picked up a beanbag. He tossed it smoothly, with no wasted movement. It sailed through the air and landed directly in the monster’s mouth.

"ONE POINT FOR CLASS D!" Professor Hobb announced, sounding relieved to talk about points instead of his name.

Sable clapped. "Lucien is good at throwing!"

Lucien shrugged. "It is just aim."

A boy from Class C stepped up next. He was tall, with messy brown hair and dirt on his cheek. He grinned at the monster.

"Watch and learn," he said.

He threw his beanbag.

It hit Professor Hobb.

Professor Hobb blinked. "...No points."

The boy’s grin disappeared. "I was aiming for the monster."

"The monster is over there."

"I know. I was aiming spiritually."

Boo gasped. "That is what I think about!"

The boy looked at Boo. "You understand me."

"We understand spiritual aiming."

They nodded at each other like old friends.

Professor Hobb rubbed his temples. "Please aim at the monster. Not at me. I am not part of the game."

"Noted," Boo said.

Lucien picked up another beanbag and tossed it. Another perfect shot.

"TWO POINTS FOR CLASS D!"

Boo stared at him. "How do you do that?"

"I aim."

"I aim too!"

"You aim at Professor Egg."

"That is not on purpose!"

Professor Hobb sighed deeply.

Sable took his turn. He picked up a beanbag carefully, closed one eye, stuck out his tongue, and threw. The beanbag hit the edge of the monster’s mouth, wobbled, and fell inside.

"THREE POINTS FOR CLASS D!"

Sable jumped up and down. "I DID IT! LUCIEN, I DID IT!"

Lucien smiled. "Good job."

The fairy girl from Class A flew over to Sable. "You’re good at this!"

Sable blushed. "Thank you. You are good too."

"Want to be friends?"

"Yes!"

They high-fived, and the fairy’s glitter transferred to Sable’s hand.

Boo floated to the front again. "My turn. Watch closely, Professor Egg. You will witness greatness."

"I am sure I will," Professor Hobb said flatly.

Boo picked up a beanbag. He held it carefully, studied it, then threw.

It flew sideways.

It hit Professor Hobb’s clipboard.

It bounced off.

It landed on the ground.

Professor Hobb looked at the clipboard. "...No points."

Boo gasped. "THE MONSTER BETRAYED ME!"

"You missed," Lucien said.

"The monster moved!"

"The monster did not move."

"It moved spiritually!"

Professor Hobb adjusted his glasses. "Boo, the monster is a stationary object. It cannot move."

"Stationary objects can have stationary spirits!"

"That is not..." Professor Hobb gave up.

The messy haired boy from Class C stepped up again. "Let me try your technique," he said to Boo.

"What technique?"

"Spiritual aiming."

He closed his eyes, waved his hands dramatically, and threw.

The beanbag hit the monster directly in the mouth.

"POINT FOR CLASS C!"

The boy’s eyes flew open. "IT WORKED!"

Boo stared. "THAT WAS MY TECHNIQUE!"

"Then you should use it!"

"I HAVE BEEN USING IT!"

"Use it harder!"

Boo picked up another beanbag. He closed his eyes, waved his hands dramatically, and threw.

The beanbag hit Professor Hobb on the head.

Professor Hobb’s glasses went crooked. He straightened them slowly.

"...No points."

Boo hung his head.

The fairy girl from Class A patted his shoulder. "It’s okay. Maybe you’re better at other games."

"Like what?"

"Like... floating?"

Boo brightened. "I AM VERY GOOD AT FLOATING!"

"See? Everyone has a talent."

Boo puffed up. "Yes. Floating is important. Very important. Essential, even."

The messy haired boy nodded. "Without floating, ghosts would just be... walking."

"Exactly!" Boo said. "And walking is boring."

They nodded together.

Professor Hobb made a note on his clipboard. "Boo, you have one attempt remaining."

Boo picked up his last beanbag. He held it like it was made of gold.

"This is for honor," he said. "For glory. For Class D."

He closed his eyes. He waved his hands. He took a deep breath.

He threw.