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

"Master Zhou, don't flatter me unnecessarily."

Lin Yucai walked over from the front of the convoy, holding a dispatch sheet in his hand.

"Fifteen cars? You really chartered them all?"

"I'll take it."

"It has air conditioning? And genuine leather seats?"

"All of them."

Zhou Dahai was silent for two seconds, then lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "You really are willing to spend money."

"Spending money on your child is never a bad deal."

After Lin Yucai finished speaking, he turned to look at the students waiting at the school gate.

The senior students were already lined up, all wearing their new school uniforms, and their backpacks were neatly packed.

"Don't push, don't get bumped."

Zhang Yang stood at the front of the crowd, helping to direct order and pushing back a few boys who still wanted to talk and laugh.

Seeing this, Su Qingyan's coldness softened a bit.

These kids were talking nonsense just a few days ago, but now that something real is happening, they all know how to behave.

"Principal, I've checked all the driver's documents." Ma Desheng came over from the side carrying a stack of forms. "Documents, routes, insurance, temporary passes, everything's in order."

Lin Yucai nodded: "Let the driver drink some water first, so he doesn't drive on an empty stomach."

Ma Desheng was stunned for a moment, and the slight irritation in his heart was suppressed a little.

He originally thought Lin Yucai would focus solely on the students, but he didn't expect him to take care of the driver as well.

The door of the minibus at the front of the convoy was open, and a driver in his forties poked his head out. When he saw Lin Yucai coming over, he was stunned for a moment.

"Principal Lin?"

"You must be tired from the journey. Thank you for your help today."

"I wouldn't dare say that."

The driver rubbed his hands together, his smile a little awkward: "I've been driving in the city for over ten years, and this is the first time I've ever driven such a neatly organized group of test-takers."

"Then let's do this for the kids today, and scout out the way to the exam venue."

Lin Yucai handed over a bottle of mineral water and put the tissues and motion sickness patches he had prepared earlier into the small box next to the driver's seat.

The driver looked down and his expression immediately became more serious: "You're overthinking it."

"It's always good to be thorough when your child is taking an exam."

Students boarded the bus one after another at the school gate, and teachers maintained order at the bus door.

The seats inside the car were covered with clean disposable cushion covers, and there were bottles of mineral water and mints on the armrests.

Several girls fell silent as soon as they sat down, staring at the air conditioner vents, lost in thought for a long time.

"This car is so comfortable."

"Even my dad's car isn't this spacious."

"Don't move around, don't flatten the pencil case."

In the last row, Chen Yu sat down holding a file bag, her fingers gently pinching a corner of her exam admission ticket.

She looked up and saw Lin Yucai standing outside the car window. Suddenly, she lowered her head, then looked up again after two seconds and nodded at him.

Lin Yucai gave an OK sign through the car window.

Before setting off, Su Qingyan called all the homeroom teachers to the front and checked the attendance list again.

"No horseplay, no opening windows to let the wind blow out, and no touching of stationery after getting on the bus."

"Once you arrive at the test center, get off the bus according to your assigned class. No one should fall behind, and remember your position."

The students readily agreed, their voices tinged with suppressed excitement.

Zhang Yang stood by the car door, his hands in his pockets, his lips pressed tightly together.

He used to think that the college entrance examination was something far removed from his life, but now, facing these senior high school students, he felt a strange sense of panic.

"Don't overthink it. You're a student with special talents; you still have a chance if you catch up in your academic subjects."

Lin Yucai walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and then beckoned Ma Desheng and the others to get into the car.

Zhang Yang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he waved to Lin Yucai and the others.

The convoy slowly started, and fifteen buses drove out of the school gate in succession, their bodies forming a neat line in the morning light.

"This school is really different now."

The breakfast stall owner by the roadside put down his spatula and stared at the scene for a long time until the car disappeared before whispering something.

Lin Yucai stood there until the last car turned onto the main road, then he raised his hand to check the time.

Six forty.

It arrived ten minutes earlier than planned.

Liu Jianguo wanted to keep them busy, but he ended up ruining his own plans.

Just as the convoy entered the main road, news came from ahead that a temporary detour had been arranged.

"Is there road construction ahead?"

Ma Desheng was sitting in the passenger seat of the first car. When he received the call, his fingers paused for half a second.

"Yes, take a detour."

Upon hearing this, the driver immediately frowned: "Taking this detour will add ten minutes to the journey."

"Ten minutes is a short time," Ma Desheng said in a low voice. "If it's during rush hour, who knows?"

After hanging up the phone, he immediately passed the message on.

Lin Yucai was in the third car when he heard the words "road repair". His eyes didn't move, but his fingers tapped twice on his knee.

He had someone check this road before, and last night he even went to the traffic police to confirm it.

Unfortunately, roadworks started early this morning.

Liu Jianguo, on the other hand, is very well-informed.

Su Qingyan sat down next to him and glanced at him: "You knew something bad would happen?"

"I knew they wouldn't stay put, but I didn't expect them to be so direct."

Lin Yucai took out his phone, pulled up several traffic maps he had saved the night before, and then made another call.

"Old Li, is the alternative route on the east side usable?"

The response from the other end of the phone came quickly: "It's passable, but large vehicles have difficulty turning."

"I have fifteen vehicles here, and there can't be the slightest mishap today."

"Don't worry, I'll pave the way for you."

Lin Yucai hung up the phone and turned to look at the students who were already seated in the carriage.

The boys in the front row who were just passing each other water have now quietly looked out the window.

The traffic outside the window gradually thickened, and students and parents in school uniforms could be seen behind the median strip on the roadside.

Today, the entire city is flooding into the exam site; students all want to be the first to get inside and see it.

"Everyone, keep your identification documents in your hands, don't put them in your bags."

Lin Yucai's voice was not loud, but it drowned out all the noise in the carriage.

"Once you arrive, talk to your homeroom teacher to find your exam room building."

"If anyone finds any problems with their admission ticket, ID card, or stationery bag, they should contact their homeroom teacher immediately. Don't keep it to yourself."

"If your mind isn't steady, try to calm your emotions first."

Someone in the carriage responded softly.

As the convoy turned at the intersection on the east side, it was indeed blocked by a row of temporary construction fences.

Two workers were standing in the middle of the road, blocking one side of the road outwards.

The leader glanced at the convoy, then raised his hand to block it: "Buses can't pass."

The driver slammed on the brakes, and almost no one in the carriage made a sound; only the sound of the air conditioning was still running.

Ma Desheng rolled down his car window and handed over the pass directly.

"We're providing transportation for students taking the college entrance exam, and this route is registered with the Education Bureau."