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

Less than twenty minutes after the celebration banquet ended, Lin Yucai's phone rang.

"Principal! The student council and the second-year students are facing off in the school building!"

"We couldn't stop Zhao Mengyao, please come back quickly!"

Ma Desheng's voice on the other end of the phone was extremely anxious.

Lin Yucai held his phone and slowly turned to look at Su Qingyan.

Su Qingyan happened to be looking over as well.

The two people's expressions were synchronized, with a slight upturn at the corners of their mouths and their eyes conveying "Not again?"

"Okay, I got it, I'll be right back."

Lin Yucai hung up the phone, put it back in his pocket, picked up his thermos and took a sip of water.

"Are you making a scene again?" Su Qingyan walked over, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Yes, they say the teaching buildings are facing each other."

Su Qingyan pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses and casually remarked on the nice weather: "Last time they tricked me into going back home for my birthday, so this time they probably want to throw you a belated one."

"That makes sense." Lin Yucai slapped his thigh.

"Your birthday is in March, and it's September now." Su Qingyan glanced at him. "These students really care about you."

"A surprise is all about taking people by surprise."

Su Qingyan didn't reply, but the curve of her lips showed that she didn't take it seriously either.

They weren't the type to spoil the fun, so they turned around and led everyone to board the bus to head back.

Lin Yucai and Su Qingyan sat in the front row, while most of the students in the back were already asleep, with only a few chatting quietly.

"Based on our previous experience, the pattern for students planning surprises is..."

"First, create a fake conflict; second, lure the target back to school; third, turn off the lights and set off fireworks."

She held up three fingers and then bent them down one by one.

"So we are now in the second step."

"Should I play along and pretend to be in a hurry?" Lin Yucai asked.

"No need, you're always in a hurry."

Lin Yucai was taken aback, but he was in a good mood and didn't argue with her.

He started planning what the surprise might be: "Do you think they'll get me a cake this time, with 'Number One in the Province' written on it?"

"The results haven't been released yet."

"Then let's write 'Wishing them first place in the province,' these kids are capable of doing it."

Lin Yucai became more and more excited as he thought about it, and even began to look forward to the taste of the cake.

Su Qingyan tilted her head to look at the streetlights rushing past outside the window, her smile never fading.

Lin Yucai took out his phone, opened Zhang Yang's WeChat, and typed: "I heard there's trouble at school again?"

The message was sent and received a reply instantly.

Zhang Yang replied instantly: "??? What's going on?"

Lin Yucai turned his phone screen to Su Qingyan.

"Look, even Zhang Yang doesn't know."

"This means the cover-up was even tighter this time, and the organizer is most likely Shen Xingyue."

"It was her last time too."

"Yes, this girl's planning skills are good enough to be a concert director."

The two exchanged a smile, confirming their judgment.

……

the other side.

Zhang Yang was wandering around in the dormitory corridor when he saw the reply and looked completely bewildered.

He turned to look at the skinny monkey who was leaning on the railing, enjoying the breeze.

"The principal asked me if anyone was causing trouble at school?"

The skinny monkey was also confused: "Huh?"

The two stared at each other for three seconds, and Zhang Yang slowly took out his phone and opened the student group chat.

There are 999+ unread messages in the group.

He scrolled up two screens, his expression gradually changing.

"Holy crap?"

Zhang Yang shoved his phone in front of the skinny monkey: "See for yourself."

The skinny monkey took the phone, and his eyes grew bigger and bigger as he looked at it.

"The student council is searching phones."

"Why are you going through my bag?"

"The students from Class 4 of Grade 11 got into a fight with the student council."

"Zhao Mengyao was so angry that she cried."

"This isn't an act?" the skinny monkey looked up.

"Who knows?"

Zhang Yang snatched the phone back, typed rapidly, and sent three messages to the group.

"What happened?"

"Who fought whom?"

"Don't move, I'm coming right away."

……

9:40 PM.

The bus came to a smooth stop in front of the No. 13 Middle School.

Lin Yucai was the first to stand up, switching his thermos to his left hand and adjusting his collar with his right.

He even rehearsed his lines in his mind...

Wait until the lights go out, then push the cake out and pretend to be surprised.

The school gates opened.

The teaching building was brightly lit.

People were standing in the corridors on the third and fourth floors.

Two groups of people were glaring at each other, about ten meters apart.

Zhao Mengyao stood in the middle, her shoulders shaking, her voice trembling as she shouted something.

There is no cake.

There were no fireworks.

All that could be heard was cursing.

Lin Yucai's smile froze.

The thermos was held in mid-air, the hand twisting the lid remained frozen in place.

Su Qingyan stopped on the steps, her hand, which was pushing up her glasses, frozen at the edge of the frame.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

"It wasn't acting?" Lin Yucai's voice was dry.

Ma Desheng jogged over from the gatehouse, sweat beading on his forehead, his gray hair a mess in the wind.

"Headmaster! You're finally back!"

"Old Ma, what exactly happened?"

Ma Desheng bent over, took a couple of breaths, and then looked up, his expression a mixture of anxiety and anger.

"Under the instruction of Vice Director Liu, the student council forcibly searched students' mobile phones during breaks and evening self-study periods."

"The second-year high school students were having a meltdown and they rallied together with the student council members in the third-floor hallway."

"Search the phone?" Lin Yucai raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, they say our school is getting better, and strict school management is a necessary measure."

Ma Desheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice laced with suppressed anger.

"Deputy Director Liu said that they referenced Heng Moushui's model and started implementing it while you were away on business."

"Today is the third day, and the students finally couldn't take it anymore."

Lin Yucai screwed the thermos lid back on, his expression gradually darkening.

"The boy who cried wolf last time was a lie."

He muttered something to himself and looked toward the teaching building.

"This time, the wolf really has come."

The lights in the third-floor corridor illuminated the two groups of students facing off clearly, and Zhao Mengyao's voice came down from above, already tinged with obvious sobs.

Lin Yucai shoved the thermos into Ma Desheng's arms and strode toward the teaching building.

Su Qingyan followed closely behind.

Third floor corridor.

The two groups were clearly separated...

On the left are student council members, and on the right are second-year high school students.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense; neither side was willing to back down.

Zhao Mengyao was caught in the middle, with obvious tear stains on her face and her voice hoarse from shouting.

The moment Lin Yucai appeared at the top of the stairs, people on both sides looked over at the same time.

"Principal, please be the judge!" shouted the student council member on the left.

"Principal, you're finally back!" A second-year high school student on the right followed closely behind.

Both sides felt that the principal would side with them.

"Who authorized the search?"

Lin Yucai ignored everyone and stood in the middle of the corridor, which fell silent.

The entire audience fell silent.

"That's what Director Liu said."

Zhao Mengyao clutched her sleeve, her eyes red-rimmed.

Lin Yucai nodded and turned to leave.

I heard hurried footsteps behind me...

Zhang Yang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, the toothpick in his mouth falling to the ground.

"Wait, when did you guys start this mess? Without telling me?"

As Zhang Yang spoke, he glanced at the two groups of people and waved his hand to signal Skinny Monkey and the others to separate them.

"Go home quickly, don't cause trouble for the principal."

The students looked at each other and then remained silent.

A flamboyant attitude towards face still works.

Although neither group yielded to the other, they both began to slowly move towards their respective classes.

The corridor gradually emptied.

"How dare Director Liu make decisions on his own? Does he think he's the school principal?"

Su Qingyan's gaze turned cold, and her tone was full of displeasure.

Lin Yucai, who was walking ahead, paused, coughed, and then pushed open the door to enter.

The door to the Academic Affairs Office was ajar.

From inside the door, one could hear Deputy Director Liu humming a little tune.