What's wrong with me, a school principal, listening to students' suggestions?

"Lin Yucai, if we can't recruit 300 students this year, No. 13 Middle School will simply merge with No. 1 Middle School!"

"When the time comes, you can pack your bags and leave!"

Education Bureau Director Liu Jianguo slammed an official document onto the podium, causing the microphone to emit a piercing whistling sound.

Below the stage, five hundred high school students covered their ears, their faces full of impatience.

"Old Lin, this is for the students' future."

The principal of the city's No. 1 High School, sporting a beer belly, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and sighed dramatically.

"The college entrance rate at No. 13 Middle School was only 5% last year. Isn't dragging this out just wasting the children's time?"

"If we merge them into our No. 1 High School, I guarantee we'll provide these kids with a good future."

Lin Yucai stood on the flag-raising platform, his fists clenched.

Arrange my ass.

How could he not know what kind of character No. 1 Middle School has?

If these underachieving students from No. 13 Middle School went there, they would definitely be stuffed into the worst class and left to fend for themselves!

Ostensibly, it's about merging resources, but in reality, it's just about adding a bottom-ranked student to the list of students from the original No. 1 High School, making it seem like the students from the original No. 1 High School were doing exceptionally well academically.

Furthermore, those who transmigrate are either rich or noble.

He, on the other hand, transmigrated to 2018 in a parallel world and became the principal of the worst high school in the city.

The school is heavily in debt, and I only have 1103.25 yuan left in my WeChat account.

Even more ridiculous is that there's no system!

"The deadline is the end of August. You'd better think twice."

Liu Jianguo, too lazy to say anything more, picked up his briefcase and left.

The playground was eerily quiet.

Five hundred students stared lifelessly at Lin Yucai on the stage, their resentment palpable.

Bad school, bad teachers, bad principal.

"What are you looking at! Go back to the classroom and study!"

Vice Principal Su Qingyan walked onto the stage with a cold face.

At this moment, her brows were furrowed, clearly overwhelmed by the mess before her.

The students turned around sparsely and dragged their feet toward the dilapidated teaching building.

"etc."

Lin Yucai suddenly spoke up.

Su Qingyan turned her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"There's a suggestion box for the principal over there."

Lin Yucai pointed to the dusty wooden box next to the flagpole.

"From today onwards, whatever your grievances or demands are about the school, please let us know."

"You can write everything down and submit it."

"As long as it's reasonable, I'll accept it entirely!"

We're doing this as a last resort.

These students have so much resentment; they need some guidance and support.

I estimate that there won't even be 500 people left tomorrow, so the school will just be disbanded on the spot.

The students below the stage stopped in their tracks.

They looked at each other in bewilderment.

A few seconds later, a snicker came from the crowd.

From the Class 3 of the second year of high school, a boy with his school uniform jacket tied around his waist and a few strands of dyed yellow hair strode out.

Zhang Yang.

He was a notorious troublemaker and school bully at No. 13 Middle School.

He walked directly to the suggestion box and pulled out a crumpled piece of toilet paper from his pocket.

He took out another pen refill and quickly wrote a few strokes.

"Snapped!"

He slammed the note heavily onto the suggestion box.

Zhang Yang raised his head and looked at Lin Yucai on the stage provocatively.

"Give me a suggestion, huh? Sure."

Zhang Yang shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing across the entire playground.

"The food in our cafeteria is worse than pig slop! Even a dog would shake its head at it!"

"My suggestion is simple: if you're so capable, why don't you hire a five-star chef to cook for us!"

Laughter immediately erupted on the playground.

"Exactly! The cabbage stalks weren't even washed properly!"

"I found half a cockroach in my soup yesterday!"

"A five-star chef? The principal should be grateful he even pays the cafeteria ladies their wages!"

The students laughed unrestrainedly, all waiting to see the joke unfold on the stands.

"Zhang Yang! Are you deliberately causing trouble? Get back to the classroom!"

Su Qingyan's face turned ashen. She stepped forward in her high heels and pointed at Zhang Yang.

"Vice Principal Su, it was the principal himself who said that suggestions were welcome."

"What, can't you handle this?"

Zhang Yang picked at his ear, looking like a tough nut to crack.

Lin Yucai stood there, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

A five-star chef?

I only have a little over 1,100 yuan left in my pocket!

If you can't even afford to hire a roadside stir-fry noodle chef, where are you going to find a five-star chef for you?

This kid is just here to sabotage us!

Lin Yucai was about to reprimand him, but after thinking about the situation at the school, he could only sigh in the end.

【Ding! 】

[Strong student demands detected; the god-level persuasion system has been activated!]

[The host can receive generous rewards simply by listening to and adopting the students' suggestions!]

Lin Yucai was stunned.

system?

The cheat program, which was a week late, has finally arrived!

As the notification sound faded, a semi-transparent virtual panel that only he could see appeared.

[Student suggestion received: The cafeteria food is terrible; hire a chef from a five-star hotel!]

Recommended rating: One star

[Should we adopt this?]

Lin Yucai's throat bobbed, and without hesitation, he silently said in his heart, "Accept!"

[Ding! Suggestion successfully adopted!]

[A special start-up fund of 300 million RMB has been allocated! (The system has transferred the proceeds from legitimate overseas investments into the host's personal account, which can be withdrawn and used at any time without any tax risks.)]

[Task generated: Improve the cafeteria food within one week and hire a chef team of five-star hotel standard.]

Task completion rate: 0%

[Completion Reward: Gray Ruined Treasure Chest (Reward quality is determined by final completion level, containing exclusive buffs such as 'Godly Culinary Skill Aura')]

hum!

Lin Yucai's phone vibrated violently in his pocket. He frantically pulled it out and turned on the screen.

A bank notification was prominently displayed in the notification bar.

「【工商银行】您尾号8848的帐户于5月12日14:35跨行汇款收入软妹币3000000.00元，当前余额3001103.25元。」

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million!

Three million!

Three million in real money!

Lin Yucai stared at his phone screen, his originally gloomy face gradually softening.

His lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

He rubbed his hands together unconsciously, his eyes shining with an alarming intensity.

offstage.

Zhang Yang watched as the principal looked down at his phone, his shoulders still trembling slightly, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Uh, well, if you're not going to invite me, then don't. Why pretend you're dead..."

Zhang Yang muttered something to himself and slipped back into the crowd.

Su Qingyan also noticed that something was wrong.

The principal was just cornered by the education bureau, and now he's being publicly humiliated by the students...

Could it be that he was overstimulated and his brain is malfunctioning?

"Principal Lin, are you alright?"

Su Qingyan lowered her voice and asked with concern.

Lin Yucai suddenly raised his head, strode down from the flag-raising platform, and headed straight for Zhang Yang.

"What are you doing? Hitting a student is illegal!"

Zhang Yang was startled and took two steps back, protecting his chest with his hands.

Lin Yucai grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and squeezed it tightly.

His face was all smiles.

That smile was even more heartwarming than seeing one's own father.

"Good boy!"

Lin Yucai shouted praises, his voice so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire playground.

"Your suggestion is absolutely brilliant!"

"You're truly a lucky star for our No. 13 Middle School!"