The chalk squeaked as he scribbled numbers with unnecessary force, muttering under his breath. He had taught every kind of student before—hyperactive pixies, dreamy imps, even water spirits who fell asleep mid-lesson but nothing compared to the chaos of Class D. "How does that human survive this every day?" he muttered in disbelief.
He turned around sharply. "Alright! Who can solve this?"
Boo floated up immediately, puffing his tiny ghost chest. "Heh! Too easy, Professor Egg!" he said proudly, snatching the chalk from his hand. The whole class gasped.
"Professor Egg?" Hobb repeated, a vein twitching on his forehead. He clearly didn't like the nicknames those babies gave him.
Boo ignored him entirely and spun once in the air for dramatic flair, then began scribbling across the board. Numbers appeared so fast even Hobb blinked in shock. With one final flourish, Boo underlined the answer and held the chalk like a trophy. "Ta-da! Correct!"
