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

In the following days, No. 13 Middle School seemed to enter a kind of accelerated mode.

During the day, school continues as usual.

At night, offices, designers, factories, and logistics are all running at full speed.

Gu Ci practically grew up in the factory.

Every day, she would send Lin Yucai either photos or progress reports.

The first day was for the fabric to be received into the warehouse.

The next day, there were piles of cut pieces.

On the third day, we started edge sealing, stitching, ironing the interfacing, and pressing.

She even sent me a few short videos, her voice sounding tired and strained.

"The collars of this batch of preppy formal tops have already been finished, and the pattern is even smoother than the first sample."

"The cuffs of the athletic pants have been slightly adjusted to prevent them from dragging on the ground."

"I made sure to add hidden snaps to the hem of the girls' skirts to prevent wardrobe malfunctions. Don't say I didn't think of that."

Lin Yucai read and replied at the same time.

"Teacher Gu, you've worked hard. I'll treat you to Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, made by Zhou Dahai, after everything is done."

"Come on, get the transportation sorted out first."

As expected, there was a problem with the transportation.

On the fifth night.

When the first batch of finished products was ready to be loaded onto the truck, the carrier suddenly called, saying that they had received a last-minute notification.

Before school uniforms are delivered to schools, a copy of the Education Bureau's verification receipt must be provided; otherwise, it is not recommended to accept the order.

It's obvious someone had given them a heads-up.

What does it mean to say "it's not recommended to accept orders"?

Gu Ci was so angry on the phone that he almost cursed.

"Normally no one pays attention to these kinds of notices, but now they're suddenly appearing—isn't this aimed at your school?"

Lin Yucai stood by the office window, his tone surprisingly calm.

"Don't rush, don't move the car yet."

"So what do we do now?"

"I'll take care of it."

After hanging up, he immediately dialed Xu Wei's number.

Yes, it's that reporter from "Seeking Truth".

The call was answered quickly.

"Principal Lin?"

"Mr. Xu, I'm sorry to bother you again tonight."

"It's okay, go ahead and tell me."

"How was the public response to your previous video about No. 13 Middle School?"

"It's great, the station leaders all said the results are better than expected." Xu Wei paused, then asked, "What happened? Did something go wrong?"

"It's not a big deal," Lin Yucai said calmly. "It's just that our school's new uniforms were rushed out for use in the senior year graduation photos."

"Now that the goods have arrived, someone in the transportation process suddenly brought a review process card and said that without the Education Bureau's confirmation, it is not recommended to deliver."

Xu Wei understood immediately.

As a journalist, she's overly sensitive to these kinds of intricacies.

"Is someone deliberately blocking you?"

"I have no evidence, so I dare not make any wild claims."

Lin Yucai smiled, then smacked his lips and continued,

"I just think that since the school uniform reform at No. 13 Middle School has already attracted a lot of attention, many people are also waiting for the graduation photos."

"It would be a real shame if something went wrong because the program wasn't explained clearly."

Xu Wei remained silent for a moment.

"Principal Lin, you didn't just call to complain to me, did you?"

"Of course not," Lin Yucai said frankly. "I just wanted to ask if your program would be interested in doing a follow-up interview if the seniors take their graduation photos tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Wei immediately understood.

"You really know how to leverage resources," she laughed.

"Are you coming or not?"

"Of course I have to come! Your school is a data saturation point right now, how could I miss out?"

After hearing her words, Lin Yucai turned around and called the transportation company again.

This time, he didn't argue with the other party; he simply said one sentence.

"Tomorrow, Tomato City TV will be coming to the school to do a follow-up interview on the school uniform. If the uniforms can't be delivered, the cameras will show an empty playground, which will be embarrassing for everyone."

"You should weigh the pros and cons yourselves."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Principal Lin, please wait a moment while I double-check with my superiors."

Ten minutes later, the other party called back.

"The vehicle has been arranged to depart. It will travel on the highway tonight and should arrive tomorrow morning."

Lin Yucai hung up the phone, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Sometimes, explanations are useless.

It's only effective if the other party knows the consequences.

The next morning, three trucks were parked at the back gate of No. 13 Middle School.

Gu Ci jumped out of the car with dark circles under his eyes, his hair still unkempt.

Holding the size list in his arms, he looked like a general who had just fought a tough battle.

"arrive."

Su Qingyan's eyes lit up as she watched boxes of new school uniforms being carried into the school.

"We made it just in time."

"You really managed to create a miracle passage for me." Gu Ci laughed as he spoke, "But all I want to do now is sleep for two days."

The distribution process began immediately.

The homeroom teachers, dormitory supervisors, and the academic affairs office all mobilized.

Each class receives their clothes according to size and signs to confirm receipt on-site.

The students' eyes widened as soon as the box was opened.

The fabric feels noticeably different.

Unlike the stiff, dull plastic feel of the past, this one has a textured feel, a good drape, and exudes luxury just by touching it.

Preppy formal wear is the main style.

The boy wore a light-colored shirt with a dark jacket and trousers, the lines were clean, and the details of the collar and cuffs were very neat.

The women wore matching suit jackets and skirts in the same color scheme, and the matching bow ties were also very exquisite, without any cheap feel.

The sporty version has also arrived.

With its refreshing color scheme and clean design, it's clearly a step above the old school uniforms.

The seniors were the first to receive it.

Lin Xiaoya's hands trembled slightly as she held her own set of clothes.

She opened the bag, touched the cuffs of the coat, and her eyes gradually reddened.

The girls next to them were in a similar situation; they all wanted to laugh, but each one of them felt a lump in their throat.

"They really came down..."

"I thought I'd have to wait until after graduation."

"Stop talking, I'll go change right now."

The girls' dormitory quickly became lively.

Trying on clothes, looking in the mirror, adjusting each other's bow ties and skirts—the whole floor felt like a festival.

The boys' dormitory wasn't much quieter either.

Those who usually hate the hassle of changing clothes were quicker than the next this time.

When Zhang Yang put on his suit and stood in front of the mirror, he was stunned.

The skinny monkey circled around him once.

"Brother Yang, you actually look quite presentable dressed like that."

"Get lost." Zhang Yang retaliated with a slap.

Despite cursing, he couldn't help but lower his head, tug at his sleeve, and look at himself in the mirror.

To be honest, it is indeed a bit different.

She looked like she had been completely transformed, and even her demeanor had improved.

The location for taking the senior high school graduation photos was set on the playground and in front of the teaching building.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the photographer had just set up his equipment when people began to come out one after another.

Then, the entire filming team was stunned.

They originally accepted a graduation photo job from an ordinary high school, and their expectations were not high.

As soon as the students came out, the atmosphere changed completely.

Especially among the girls.

The uniform preppy formal wear significantly enhances one's temperament, making an already good-looking person even more eye-catching.

Even those who are usually inconspicuous suddenly become energetic.

The boys are just as good.

The clothes have a good cut, and wearing them makes you look neat and tidy.

Coupled with the recently renovated campus environment of No. 13 Middle School, the visual appeal is simply stunning.

The photographer even took the initiative to say something.

"This isn't a regular graduation photo; this has to be shot like a promotional video."