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

Lin Yu-tsai stared at the description of the "quick-witted" halo, forgetting to eat his instant noodles.

The value of this honor was even greater than he had anticipated.

On the surface, it simply makes students react faster and think more flexibly when playing games.

But if you look closely at the second line, you'll see that 30% of the effect is retained after leaving the esports arena, lasting for 24 hours.

In other words, students who spend a whole day playing games at an esports arena on the weekend will still be in a better mental state on Monday than usual.

If they choose to study on Monday, their learning efficiency will also improve accordingly.

More importantly, the last point is that long-term users can achieve a permanent improvement in logical thinking.

Playing video games can make you smarter.

If this gets out, internet-addicted teenagers all over the country will have to treat the e-sports arena at No. 13 Middle School as a sacred place to worship.

Of course, the real reason will never be known to the outside world.

To outsiders, the students at No. 13 Middle School simply started studying because they were motivated, and that studying led to improved grades.

Esports arenas are a source of motivation, not magic.

But Lin Yucai knew the truth in his heart.

These combined advantages have created an invisible advantage that is almost impossible to replicate.

Other schools can learn from the management model of No. 13 Middle School, and can learn from its cafeteria reform, school uniform reform, and the abolition of mandatory self-study.

But they will never learn the underlying benefits that these halos bring.

This is the system's real trump card for him.

The instant noodles have clumped together.

Lin Yucai picked up his chopsticks and took a couple of bites, chewing the soft, mushy noodles, but his mind was preoccupied with something else entirely.

Midterm exams.

The deep sleep halo has been running for almost three weeks.

Students' sleep quality has improved significantly every day, and what they learn during the day is automatically reinforced by their brains at night.

The halo of self-discipline and awakening improved their concentration by 15%.

The eye-protecting effect makes long hours of studying no longer a torment.

In addition, there's the enthusiasm for learning sparked by extracurricular classes, the influx of interest from the e-sports arena, and the spontaneously organized "anti-truancy patrol team"...

All the factors combined point to the same result.

The midterm exam results at No. 13 Middle School cannot possibly decline.

But the question is, how much progress can be made?

If things just stagnate, Liu Jianguo and Qian Wenhua still have reason to say that he is "wasting resources and manpower without achieving any results."

What he needs is not "not to regress".

He needs a result that will shut everyone up.

Lin Yucai finished his instant noodles, threw away his bowl and chopsticks, and walked to the window.

Outside the window is the quiet night view of Jinxiu Residential Area.

In the distance, a few lights were on in the teaching building of No. 13 Middle School, indicating that students who volunteered to attend evening self-study sessions were still in their classrooms.

His phone lit up.

This is a WeChat message from Zhang Yang.

a photo.

The photo shows the desks in dormitory 306.

An English vocabulary book lay open on the table, next to a small notebook filled with words.

The caption was only a few words long.

"I memorized fifty today."

Lin Yucai's lips slowly curved into a smile as he read the message.

"There's still time tomorrow, I'll memorize another fifty."

The other party replied instantly.

"Do you think I'm a broken record? Twenty is the most I've got."

Thirty.

"Twenty-five, that's the most I can do."

"make a deal."

Lin Yucai placed his phone on the windowsill and watched the screen slowly dim.

Zhang Yang is memorizing vocabulary words.

The school bully who once taunted him by patting toilet paper in front of the suggestion box is now sending him photos of himself memorizing vocabulary words at 10:30 pm.

If this isn't a miracle, he doesn't know what is.

He turned and walked to his desk, opened his notebook, and wrote a line below the page for "Midterm Exams".

"Twenty-five words, starting with 'Zhuang Yang' (exuberance)."

Then I closed the notebook, turned off the light, and went to bed.

A faint sound came from the direction of the third floor downstairs.

It sounded like someone was humming a song.

The tune was very soft, and it was hard to hear clearly.

Lin Yucai listened for a while and recognized Su Qingyan's voice.

She probably can't sleep either.

……

The day before the exam.

Sunday afternoon, the campus of No. 13 Middle School was unusually quiet.

Almost every classroom in the teaching building was occupied.

The number of students who volunteered to review the material was more than double the usual amount.

In the corridor, you can hear the sound of turning pages, the sound of pens scratching on paper, and the occasional whisper of "How do I do this problem?"

The esports arena was closed; the weekend session was over.

However, the residual effects of the quick-thinking aura are still at play.

The students who spent the whole day playing games at the e-sports arena yesterday are definitely more alert than usual today.

When doing problems, my thinking is smoother, and my memory is a bit better than usual.

They themselves may not have noticed this subtle change; they just felt that they were in good shape today.

However, for students whose foundation is weak, being in good form is enough to bring about a qualitative leap.

Li Daqiang completed a mock exam that Zhao Wenjie had given him in the classroom.

Halfway through, he put down his pen and rubbed his temples.

Then pick up the pen and continue.

His deskmate peeked at his test paper.

"Daqiang, you got question seven right."

"real?"

"Really, I used the same method as you, and the answer was the same."

Li Daqiang looked down at the steps he had written and twitched his lips.

His face was filled with disbelief.

He got a question right that he would never have been able to answer before.

In the corridor outside the door, Zhao Wenjie passed by the window of Class 4, Grade 11 and saw this scene.

He stood there for a few seconds, then silently walked away.

His face wore a complex yet warm expression that only a teacher could understand.

……

That evening, Lin Yucai made one last round of campus patrols.

Inside the dormitory building, the lights gradually went out.

The deep sleep halo has been activated.

tonight.

It was the last night before the midterm exams.

Five hundred students lay on their beds and fell into a deep sleep under the influence of the halo.

All the material they reviewed during the day—formulas, theorems, vocabulary, and classical Chinese texts—is being automatically organized and reinforced by their brains.

A few hours later, they will wake up refreshed and with clear memories.

Then I went into the examination room.

Lin Yucai stood in front of the dormitory building, looking up at the starry sky.

The night breeze at the end of May carried a slight chill, blowing against his white shirt.

"Let's do our best tomorrow!"

He turned and went back to his apartment.

When I got to the ground floor of Building No. 3, the lights on the third floor were still on.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, leaving a gap.

Through the crack, one could vaguely see Su Qingyan sitting at her desk, with a pile of documents spread out in front of her.

She didn't sleep either.

Lin Yucai took out his phone and sent her a WeChat message.

"Get some rest, you have to proctor an exam tomorrow."

A few seconds later, the other end replied.

"The same to you."

A few more seconds passed.

"Is the hot pot ready?"

Lin Yucai smiled and typed three words.

"We will win!"

The lights upstairs stayed on for a while, then went out.