I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 375 Spell (1)

Pyrra stood by the doorway with a stack of folded towels in her arms, watching her son ’study’ But the longer she stared, the harder it became to keep a straight face.

Drake was not simply studying.

He was suffering.

He sat at his little desk with his fire-pattern blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a war cloak, one hand gripping his hair, the other clutching a pencil like it was a weapon. His eyes were wide, unblinking, staring at the math sheet in front of him as though it had personally betrayed him.

His head shook left and right as he muttered something under his breath.

Pyrra pressed her lips together, trying very hard not to laugh. But she couldn’t help it. Her son looked like a baby general preparing for battle.

"What are you doing, baby?" Pyrra finally asked, walking toward him with a deliberately serious face, placing the towels on the bed.

Drake lifted his head dramatically, eyes huge with stress. "Mom... Boo taught us some spells to help us remember things," he said, his voice trembling with tragic importance. "Only... I forgot them."

Pyrra blinked. "Spells?"

Drake nodded aggressively. "YES. Magical spells. Brain spells. Boo called them Smart Boost No. 1 and Genius Boom Bang."

Pyrra raised a brow. "Genius... boom bang?"

Drake nodded again, as if this was a legitimate academic technique. "He said if we chant them, we will suddenly get smart and remember everything for exam. But now I don’t remember what to chant... so I am chanting random things."

Pyrra rubbed her forehead. "Show me."

Drake sat up straight, inhaled deeply, and whispered:

"Goo goo ga ga genius come now... Boo I summon you..."

Pyrra choked. "Drake... what???"

"That’s what I remember, Mom!" he cried. "Maybe Boo made me forget so I would fail in exam and he gets more marks!"

Pyrra placed both hands on her hips. "Why would Boo want you to fail?"

Drake lowered his voice. "Because Boo says when he tops exam... he becomes official gossip leader. And he wants that post."

Pyrra stared. "What post?"

"GOSSIP LEADER," Drake whispered dramatically. "Boo says every classroom needs one."

Pyrra could no longer hold her laughter. But Drake wasn’t done.

"And Mom... listen." He leaned closer. "Boo taught ME, Sable, Kelpie, and Rocky the spells."

Pyrra blinked. "Why only you all?"

Drake counted on his fingers. "He excluded Felix, Vlad Jr. and Lucien because they are already smart and Boo didn’t want to waste his energy. And he didn’t teach Luna because Luna thinks he is a spy. So there is some... beef going on between them."

"Beef," Pyrra repeated flatly.

"Yes, Mom. Serious beef."

She sighed. "Drake... what exactly did Boo teach you?"

Drake cleared his throat and lifted his hands dramatically as if calling spirits. "He said, ’Listen babies... I will teach you Boo-style Memory Spell. Repeat after me.’ And he made us chant:

’Remember remember, brain go brrrrr, teacher will be proud of me blurp blurp.’"

Pyrra almost fell to the floor laughing. "BLURP BLURP?"

Drake nodded earnestly. "Boo said the blurp blurp activates brain power."

"And... did it work?"

Drake shrugged. "I don’t know. My brain feels same. Maybe more confused."

Pyrra took a slow breath. "And why are you pulling your hair?"

Drake looked at her with a tragic expression. "I am trying to squeeze the spell out. Maybe it is stuck."

Pyrra gently pried his hands away from his head. "Stop squeezing your brain, sweetheart. That’s not how remembering works."

Drake sighed deeply. "Mom... I’m scared. What if teacher asks me something and my brain says blurp blurp instead of the answer?"

Pyrra hugged his little head, kissing his forehead. "Then teacher will laugh and hug you. Because she knows you are trying your best."

Drake sniffled dramatically and whispered, "Mom... Boo also told us that if nothing works... we should faint."

Pyrra froze. "FAINT?"

Drake nodded, eyes huge with worry. "Yes. Boo says fainting is Plan B."

Pyrra stood up with the slow, tired dignity of a mother who now needed to have a serious conversation with Boo’s ghost elder.

"Oh, Boo..." she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "That child..."

Drake raised his hand weakly. "Mom... can I use Plan B?"

"No!" Pyrra snapped. Then softened. "No fainting. Come, I will help you revise properly."

Drake slumped over dramatically. "Fine... but blurp blurp was easier..."

Pyrra laughed again, lifting him into her lap as he clung to her like a baby koala.

"Mom," he whispered gravely, "if I top exam... I want to become gossip leader."

Pyrra sighed. "One problem at a time, baby."

Drake nodded with deep seriousness. "Okay. First pass exam. Then gossip."

Pyrra kissed his cheek. "Exactly."

After Pyrra finished revising with him and tucked his notes neatly on the side, she kissed his head and left the room with a relieved sigh. Drake sat there alone, blinking slowly at his open notebook. He stared down at the words his mother had just explained.

He read a line.

Then another.

Then another.

And suddenly...

His eyes widened.

Wait.

He remembered.

He actually remembered.

He slapped both cheeks dramatically. "OH. MY. FIREBALL."

A gasp escaped him so loud that a tiny spark shot out of his hair. "The spell... worked???!!"

He jumped onto his feet, eyes sparkling with pure baby-level excitement. "I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER!" He spun around in a circle like a flaming top, his blanket swirling behind him like a cape.

In his tiny brain, he completely ignored one important fact: His mother had helped him revise thoroughly.

In Drake’s world, there was only one explanation.

"Boo’s memory spell is REAL!!!!"

He clapped both hands together. "I knew it! Boo is genius! Boo is wizard! Boo is... BOO!"

His flames puffed proudly.

Then he narrowed his eyes with deep seriousness, planting his feet apart like a warrior summoning ancient powers.

"Okay... what was spell again?"

He frowned.

His little foot tapped the floor.

"...Hmm."

No memory.

Not even a blurp.

Drake’s eyes went round with panic. "No... no no NO! Spell cannot disappear! Spell must COME BACK!"

He inhaled deeply, puffed out his tiny chest, and lifted his hands toward the ceiling.

And then he started chanting every nonsense phrase his brain could produce.

"BLURP BLURP SMART ATTACK!!"

"GENIUS COME OUT OF DRAKE’S HEAD!!"

"BRAIN GO BRRRRRRRRRR!!!"

"MEMORY MAGIC FIREBALL— ACTIVATE!!"

He stood on his chair.

"HELLOOOO SPELL?? CAN YOU HEAR ME?? COME TO DRAKE!!"

He spun around twice.

"SMART MODE... ON!!"

Nothing happened, of course.

But Drake froze suddenly, eyes widening in awe.

"Wait..." he whispered dramatically. "I still remember the answers..."

His flames flickered with pride.

"THAT MEANS THE SPELL IS STILL INSIDE ME!!!"

He placed one hand on his heart.

"Thank you, Boo," he whispered, full of reverence like Boo had saved his life. "You are true magic master. I will never doubt your blurp blurp again."

He sat down with dramatic seriousness, grabbing his pencil like a hero grabbing his sword.

And he whispered one last chant with absolute devotion:

"Smart spell... stay inside Drake forever."