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

At 8 PM, the number of viewers in the live stream surged to 30,000.

Lin Yucai stood in his office, watching the comments scrolling on the screen, and a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

"There are many comments from parents, and they are mostly positive feedback."

Su Qingyan stood next to him, holding a record sheet in her hand.

"Liu Jianguo said we were neglecting our duties, and now look what's happened, all the parents in the city have seen it."

Old Ma was so excited that he walked back and forth twice.

Lin Yucai was not in a hurry to be happy.

The live stream was just the first step.

The real counterattack will only be satisfying if Liu Jianguo sees it with his own eyes.

So he forwarded the live stream link to Xu Wei, along with a comment.

"Reporter Xu, there's no script for No. 13 Middle School tonight. Everyone's welcome to come and watch."

Five minutes later, Xu Wei replied with a single word.

"ruthless."

At the same time, Liu Jianguo also received the link in the Education Bureau office.

The person who sent it to him was Zhao Hongliang.

"Director, No. 13 Middle School has started live streaming."

Liu Jianguo clicked on the link, and the screen showed Li Daqiang explaining a math problem to two students in front of the blackboard.

He spoke haltingly, and his chalk writing wasn't very neat.

But after he finished speaking, the student next to him suddenly nodded, picked up his pen, and continued calculating.

A line of comments floated by in the live chat.

"This chubby student is speaking quite earnestly."

Liu Jianguo's expression grew increasingly grim.

He had just made a veiled criticism of No. 13 Middle School for not focusing on academics at the admissions information session, and that very evening Lin Yucai showed parents in the city a live demonstration of academic learning.

This forces his face to be confronted with the facts.

Zhao Hongliang stood to the side and cautiously began, "Director, should we ask the platform to..."

"Are you crazy?"

Liu Jianguo immediately looked at him, his tone barely concealing his anger.

"How many parents are watching right now? Are you going to start a live stream now because you're afraid people won't know and you're feeling guilty?"

Zhao Hongliang quickly shut up.

Liu Jianguo stared at the screen, unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

The more attention the No. 13 Middle School receives, the harder it becomes to move the land behind it.

The developer has already urged us twice, saying that the commercial complex plan is still waiting for the No. 13 Middle School to vacate the space.

He had already taken the promise of benefits from the other party, and had already blocked half of his escape route.

If Lin Yucai doesn't fall from power and the 13th Middle School doesn't merge, that money will never end up in their pockets.

What's more troublesome is that if No. 13 Middle School turns around its enrollment, the city might even use it as a model for education reform.

At that point, let alone swallowing the land, he himself would have his past grievances brought up.

Liu Jianguo slammed his phone face down on the table, his breathing becoming heavier.

"Have the admissions office compile the historical college entrance examination data for No. 13 Middle School."

Zhao Hongliang was taken aback: "Now?"

"Now."

Liu Jianguo looked up, his gaze dark and gloomy.

"Live streaming can fool parents for a while, but college entrance exam results can't fool people."

……

The next day, the data from the No. 13 Middle School's live broadcast room was compiled into a table and placed on Lin Yucai's desk.

The two-hour trial broadcast attracted a total of 127,000 viewers.

There were over 30,000 bullet comments and over 10,000 reposts.

Most importantly, the live stream received 78 inquiries about student recruitment.

"Principal, there are seventy-eight articles."

Old Ma stared at the string of numbers, almost unable to sit still.

"Calm down." Lin Yucai held his teacup and slowly blew on the steam.

"How can we stay calm about this? In the past, when No. 13 Middle School posted its enrollment notices, parents would walk around it."

Upon hearing this, Old Ma almost held the form up in front of him.

"Some parents of ninth graders asked about college application, and some students from other schools asked about transfer policies."

Su Qingyan sat beside her, flipping through the message history, her tone unusually lighthearted.

"Some parents even asked us if our school accepts students with special talents in the arts."

Lin Yucai took a sip of tea and was in a good mood.

The move to go live was the right one.

No. 13 Middle School no longer attracts students solely through "benefits," but instead showcases its learning order, rule boundaries, and student well-being.

This works better than any slogan.

But despite his joy, he didn't forget the more important day.

College entrance examination.

The senior students at No. 13 Middle School are about to take a very important exam in their lives.

Although the overall foundation of No. 13 Middle School is poor, its senior year has been labeled by outsiders for many years.

But recently, the students have been in such good condition that it has warmed the hearts of the teachers.

……

After breakfast, Lin Yucai went to the suggestion box as usual.

The wooden crate has been repainted by the logistics department.

The dusty corners have been replaced with metal edging, and a small sign has been erected next to them.

"Write down what you have to say, the principal will read it."

This sentence was written by Zhang Yang and his team.

The handwriting is crooked and uneven, but it has a distinct flavor of No. 13 Middle School.

Before opening the box, Lin Yucai habitually rubbed his hands together.

In the past, he would always find something surprising every time he opened a box.

Five-star chefs, air conditioning, bathrooms, school uniforms, e-sports arenas—these things all originated from students' random yet heartfelt notes.

Today he thought some high school seniors would bring up pre-exam perks.

For example, I want to eat Zhou Dahai's braised pork.

For example, I want to turn off the lights later.

For example, you might want the school to give everyone a lucky pen.

But when he opened the box, he was stunned.

There were no folded scraps of paper inside.

It's all cards.

There were colorful sticky notes, letter paper, lined paper torn from exercise books, and someone even cut a piece of cardboard from a school uniform bag and wrote carefully on it.

Lin Yucai took out the first one.

"Principal, I used to hate No. 13 Middle School the most, and I thought coming here was bad luck. But now I want to say that I've had a pretty good time here."

the second one.

"The juniors in grades 10 and 11 still have time, but we don't have much time left."

"But we were fortunate enough to have new school uniforms, a good cafeteria, air conditioning, and someone to take care of us."

The third one.

"Principal Lin, I may not get into a very good university in the college entrance examination, but I will do my best to finish the test this time."

Lin Yucai looked at each of the photos one by one, and the relaxed expression on his face gradually faded.

These kids are usually stubborn, mischievous, and lazy, and sometimes they even pretend not to care.

But on the last day, they poured all their heartfelt thoughts into the suggestion box.

He turned to a page with familiar handwriting.

Chen Yu.

The girl whose eyes turned red from drinking chicken soup in the cafeteria.

Her handwriting is very delicate, and it's also the longest.

"Principal, we used to feel like we were the ones who were abandoned."

"The teachers gave up, the school gave up, and even our relatives shook their heads when they mentioned it."

"But after you came, you picked us up little by little."

"I know the college entrance exam is difficult, and I know that many things can't be made up for, but at least when I enter the exam hall tomorrow, I will feel that I wasn't just forced to be there to make up the numbers."

"If possible, we hope that you can personally give us a class meeting before graduation. It doesn't have to be a lecture; just consider it a farewell to us."