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

"What, it's not up to standard?"

Zhang Yang scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"It's not that it's unqualified, it's just that the budget..." Zhao Mengyao paused for two seconds, "...is a bit over the limit."

Zhang Yang tilted his head: "The principal said that anything reasonable is acceptable. How is swimming and skating unreasonable?"

Just as Zhao Mengyao was about to explain, she heard footsteps behind her.

Lin Yucai appeared in the corridor at some point, holding his old thermos, and stood three steps behind Zhao Mengyao.

"Extroverted".

When Zhang Yang saw Lin Yucai, he instinctively straightened up by half an degree.

"For your skating rink, do you want real ice or roller skating?"

Zhao Mengyao turned to look at Lin Yucai, just about to remind him about the budget issue.

"Forget it, only children make choices; adults want it all."

Lin Yucai thought about it for a moment, tilted his head and pondered for two seconds, then waved his hand.

Zhao Mengyao almost dropped the registration book in her hand.

"Principal! Silverwing!"

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, then grinned.

Skinny Monkey poked his head out from behind Zhang Yang, gave him a thumbs up, and his face was full of admiration.

Zhao Mengyao stood there, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

She believed she had a thorough understanding of the principal's style of doing things.

But every time she thought she had gotten used to it, Lin Yucai would always manage to redefine her understanding.

A real ice skating rink combined with a constant-temperature swimming pool.

Principal, is your wallet a bottomless pit?

Lin Yucai, holding his thermos, turned his gaze away from Zhang Yang and the skinny monkey and onto the virtual panel in front of him that only he could see.

[Ding! Two students' genuine requests have been confirmed!]

Recommendation 1: Build a campus ice skating rink and roller skating rink... Rating: Two stars

Recommendation 2: Build a heated swimming pool on campus... Rating: Two stars

[Should we adopt this?]

Lin Yucai silently recited in his heart: Accept, accept everything.

[Ding! Both suggestions have been successfully adopted!]

[A special infrastructure fund of 1000 million RMB has been allocated for ice skating rinks and roller skating rinks!]

[A special infrastructure fund of 500 million RMB has been allocated for the swimming pool!]

The funds have been transferred to the host's linked account through legitimate overseas investment returns, along with two complete construction drawings.

[Task generated: Complete the construction of an ice rink and swimming pool within three months, meeting national standards.]

Fifteen million.

Lin Yucai stared at the string of numbers on the panel, his heart pounding.

"Xiao Ai, why are you being so well-behaved today?"

[Host, please do not tamper with the name of this system.]

Fine, if you don't want to call me that, then don't.

Lin Yucai's lips twitched slightly as he tightened the lid of the thermos.

Zhao Mengyao, standing nearby, cautiously began, "Principal, the budget for the ice rink and swimming pool might..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Because Lin Yucai was holding a thermos, his eyes were vacant, and he stood there motionless.

Zhang Yang and Skinny Monkey exchanged a glance.

Skinny Monkey leaned close to Zhang Yang's ear and whispered, "Brother Yang, is the principal doing some mental calculations? Did we ask for too much?"

Zhang Yang remained silent, feeling a little uneasy.

The idea of ​​an ice rink is just something to talk about; it's not something that would really put the principal in a difficult position.

Lin Yucai was naturally not thinking about these things; he was looking at the blueprints provided by the system.

After all, the school has limited space, so we need to consider where to put these three venues.

"Alright, let's build the ice rink, the roller skating rink, and the constant-temperature swimming pool all at once."

The corridor fell silent as everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What?"

"All three together?"

Zhang Yang couldn't hold the toothpick in his mouth anymore, and it fell to the floor with a thud.

Lin Yucai bent down, picked up Zhao Mengyao's pen, and handed it back to her. "Write this down and include it in the campus facility upgrade plan for the next quarter."

Less than three seconds after he finished speaking, all the students queuing to submit their suggestions in the lobby on the first floor heard him.

Cheers erupted, and the four suggestion boxes were visibly pushed back a little by the sound.

"Holy crap! It's real?"

"A swimming pool?! Perfect, I can't swim at all, I'll practice!"

"I never even wanted an ice rink built on a school!"

"The principal is awesome!"

The skinny monkey jumped up excitedly, grabbed Zhang Yang's shoulder, and shook him vigorously.

"Brother Yang! This happiness came as fast as a turtle farting!"

"Don't use that analogy next time. You should say happiness is like the shelf life of wild dog milk—it lasts forever!"

Zhang Yang slapped his hand away, his face full of disgust.

"Neither of you are normal people!" Zhao Mengyao said, rubbing her forehead.

"Chairman Zhao, you'll get used to it. There are no normal people at No. 13 Middle School."

Shen Xingyue appeared beside them at some point, flicking a lighter between her fingers in a pretty fashion, her smile enigmatic.

Lin Yucai didn't stay any longer and left the lobby on the first floor to go to the third floor.

My phone was already out of my pocket, and I scrolled down to the "Ma Desheng" section of my contacts.

He only realized what was happening after he pressed his thumb down.

Ma Desheng, your three-day holiday isn't over yet!

The call was answered after two rings.

"Principal! I'm almost done writing my self-criticism!" Ma Desheng's voice was urgent. "Just three hundred words left, I promise I'll finish this afternoon..."

"My dear horse," Lin Yucai leaned against the stair railing, "take a good rest these next couple of days. Just search online and copy what you found as your self-criticism."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Ma Desheng glanced at the self-criticism on the table, which he had written 800 words and revised six or seven times, and suddenly felt that the pen in his hand was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He forgot he could copy it online.

"Then... if anything happens at school, please call me anytime." Ma Desheng's tone was full of worry.

"Don't worry, the sky won't fall."

Lin Yucai hung up the phone and continued walking uphill.

He opened his contacts and found another name.

Xu Jianfeng.

The person in charge of the project that renovated the new school gate and playground of No. 13 Middle School was efficient and reliable.

The phone rang four times.

"Oh, Principal Lin!" Xu Jianfeng's voice came from the other end, sounding a little flattered. "You haven't contacted me for a while. Is there some small project you need to work on again?"

"Not small."

"Hmm? How big?"

"One ice rink, including both real ice and inline skating areas, and one constant-temperature swimming pool."

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned.

"Principal Lin, are you... serious?"

Xu Jianfeng's breathing changed; his casual conversation instantly transformed into a solemn demeanor.

Do you think I'm the type to joke around?

"No, not at all." A rustling sound came from Xu Jianfeng's side, probably someone looking for paper and pen. "You tell me, I'll write it down."

"Don't rush, where are you? Can you come to the school?"

"I'm coming right now! Twenty minutes! No, ten minutes!"

Before the call ended, Lin Yucai vaguely heard an angry roar from Xu Jianfeng's end.

The next second, Xu Jianfeng probably realized the call wasn't over yet, so he coughed twice, his voice returning to normal.

"Um, Principal Lin, I'll be there right away."

Lin Yucai looked at his phone screen and shook his head.