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

On the other side, the evening breeze at No. 13 Middle School was quite gentle.

Several students were still in the gym near the cafeteria entrance.

"From now on, when I go to an esports arena, I'll play a couple of games first, and then I'll go up and practice bench presses."

"You should pass your math exam first."

"That's true."

Zhang Yang listened to their bickering and stood on the steps with his arms crossed.

"Yang-ge, Yang-ge, look!"

Li Daqiang ran up from behind, holding his phone, panting heavily.

"What are you looking at?"

"My post on WeChat Moments got over fifty likes!"

Zhang Yang scoffed, but a smile crept onto his lips.

He took out his phone and glanced at it.

The post titled "Who says we can't do it?" has already received over a hundred likes.

There are also many comments from students from other schools below.

"Brother, I'm so envious."

"Does your No. 13 Middle School still accept transfer students from other schools?"

"No. 13 Middle School has been acting a bit outrageously lately."

Zhang Yang looked at the messages, paused his fingertip on the screen for a moment, and then looked up at the principal's office, which was lit up not far away.

The curtains upstairs were half-drawn, and a blurry figure could be seen moving around inside.

"Brother Yang, has the principal not left work yet?"

Li Daqiang followed his gaze.

"Nonsense, he's been gone for ages."

Zhang Yang put his phone back in his pocket, speaking casually.

"Don't be late for morning reading tomorrow. Anyone who's late is a dog."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the dormitory, but after taking two steps, he turned back and called out again.

"Your scolding came out of nowhere!" Li Daqiang was stunned.

Zhang Yang waved his hand without turning his head.

"Stop talking nonsense, just remember this."

……

The wind in June is already a bit warm.

The atmosphere in the senior high school building gradually changed.

With only a few days left until graduation, the countdown sign on the back wall of the classroom was being torn off page by page.

The floor that used to be the noisiest has become much quieter recently.

An indescribable feeling began to spread among the senior high school students.

They were the most awkward class of the 13th cohort.

When I enrolled, the school was still a mess that nobody cared about.

In my senior year of high school, the cafeteria changed, the dormitory changed, air conditioning was installed, and the bathhouse was repaired.

Esports arenas and hobby classes are springing up one after another.

It's as if the school suddenly grew a new skeleton.

Unfortunately, they are about to graduate.

Many changes have occurred, and they have only just caught the tail end of one.

After the second period in the morning, Lin Yucai went to his office to look through the suggestion box as usual.

Recently, the suggestions in the suggestion box are not as imaginative as before; they are more detailed and specific requests.

For example, I want to add a few more benches along the edge of the playground.

For example, the washing machine on the third floor of the girls' dormitory drains slowly.

For example, some first-year high school students suggested that the cafeteria make more sweet and sour pork on Wednesdays because the last batch wasn't enough to go around.

Lin Yucai flipped through the pages one by one, but slowed down when he got to the back.

There were noticeably more notes being sent to the seniors.

The handwriting ranges from messy to neat.

"Principal, can we wear our new school uniforms when we take our graduation photos this year?"

"I heard the new school uniforms have been ordered, but we're graduating soon, so it's probably too late."

"Principal Lin, I don't mean anything by it, I just wanted to ask if there's a chance for the senior students to wear the new school uniform that belongs to No. 13 Middle School."

"We might not live to see the major changes at No. 13 Middle School. Could we please not have those old, drab clothes for our graduation photos?"

"Principal, I don't want the school to get better just because we're gone. Let me at least benefit from one thing!"

The person who wrote the bottom note must have pressed hard, as the handwriting is quite deep.

"Principal, we always felt like we were a skipped class."

"Could you at least let us leave with some dignity?"

The office fell silent for a moment.

Lin Yucai held the few sheets of paper in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

Su Qingyan happened to be carrying a stack of documents when she entered the room. Seeing his strange expression, she slowed her pace.

Lin Yucai handed over the note.

Su Qingyan looked down and finished reading each one, her eyes darkening.

She was originally in charge of teaching and student affairs, so she had the most obvious understanding of the situation of the senior year students.

This year's students are indeed a bit of a disappointment.

They witnessed the improvement of No. 13 Middle School, but didn't have time to truly enjoy it.

"Isn't Gu Ci's mass production scheduled before the start of the next semester?" Su Qingyan asked softly.

"This is the normal rhythm."

"What if I need expedited service?"

Lin Yucai leaned back in his chair and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

"Express service costs extra, and not just a little bit."

"The design is finalized, and the fabric and pattern are fine. The problem is with the factory's order scheduling and the production cycle."

"But I can't wait for the graduation photos in my senior year of high school." Su Qingyan pursed her lips.

Just then, the system notification sounded.

【Ding! 】

[The following was detected: A common demand from senior high school students: to take graduation photos in their new school uniforms before graduation.]

Recommended rating: Two stars

[Should we adopt this?]

Lin Yucai's eyes lit up slightly.

"Accept".

[Ding! Suggestion successfully adopted!]

[A special start-up fund of 200 million RMB has been allocated.]

[Task Requirements: Before the senior year graduation photo shoot, complete the expedited sampling, mass production, and distribution of the new school uniforms, ensuring coverage for all students.]

[Task Time Limit: 10 days.]

[Mission Reward: Blue Elite Chest]

[Note: If only the distribution for senior high school students is completed, the task will only be considered partially completed.]

Lin Yucai raised an eyebrow after reading it.

The system is being a bit ruthless this time.

The senior high school students were asked to take graduation photos, but the task requirement was expanded to cover the entire school.

This means that he cannot only make a "special edition" for senior high school students.

We need to send the money to the entire school at once.

"Are you going to exert yourself again?"

Su Qingyan could tell most of what was going on from the change in his expression.

"Um."

"How much money are you planning to invest?"

"Starting at a million."

Su Qingyan was almost used to it, but she still took a deep breath and gave a thumbs up.

"You are this one!"

"They're about to graduate, and they're only making this one request. If I refuse, that would be really unreasonable."

Lin Yucai folded the slips of paper and put them in the drawer.

Su Qingyan looked at him and suddenly asked, "How do you plan to tell the teachers and students?"

"The announcement will be made directly during the flag-raising ceremony on Monday."

"Just announce it directly?" She paused, taken aback. "Aren't you going to discuss the construction schedule with Gu Ci first? Aren't you going to finalize things with the factory first?"

"You have to do both, but agree to it first."

Lin Yucai stood up, picked up his phone, and walked out.

"I'll call Gu Ci."

The phone rang for a short while before being answered.

"Principal Lin? Calling me so early, is there another big job coming up?"

Gu Ci's voice carried a hint of fatigue from just finishing a meeting.

"That's quite a big job."

"you say."

"New school uniforms, distributed ahead of schedule."

"When will it be moved forward?" There was a two-second silence on Gu Ci's end.

"Within ten days."

"Are you kidding me?"

"no."

"Principal Lin, what I said last time was that the first draft would be available within two weeks, and the entire mass production cycle would take at least a month."

"You want me to distribute this to the entire school within ten days?"

"right."

Do you know what this means?

"Does that mean I have to pay more?"

Gu Ci remained silent.

This person always does this.

Their demands are outrageous, but they always speak with an air of confidence that says, "Don't worry about the money," making it difficult to even curse them.

"It's not just a matter of adding more money."

Gu Ci rubbed his temples.

"Factory scheduling, fabric supply, accessory cutting, and packaging—none of these steps can be completed by simply pressing the fast-forward button."

"What if I asked you to drive on all the most expensive express lanes?"

"..."

"Designer Gu, I'm not forcing you to create miracles. I just want to ask if I can use my financial power to create a miracle pathway."