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

【Ding! 】

[The first day of the college entrance examination support mission has been completed.]

That very night, after inspecting the examination venue, Lin Yucai had just locked the scheduling sheet in a drawer when the system panel lit up.

[Rating: Excellent.]

[Rewards being distributed...]

[1. Exam Room Clarity Aura (Limited Time Offer: 3 Days)... Targeting students at No. 13 Middle School, significantly reducing negative states such as anxiety, tension, and inattentiveness.]

[2. Personal Attribute Boost: Charisma +2.]

3. Legal deposit of 30000 yuan into personal account.

Looking at the line "Aura of Clarity in the Examination Room," Lin Yucai finally felt a weight lifted from his heart.

Three days.

It covers the entire college entrance examination cycle perfectly.

With this halo as a guarantee, the students of No. 13 Middle School were in top form while waiting outside the examination hall.

He turned off the control panel, leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh, then casually sent a message to Su Qingyan.

"We'll continue tomorrow, everything as usual."

The reply came instantly: "I've already arranged the driver; we'll depart promptly at six o'clock."

……

The convoy drove out of the No. 13 Middle School gate again the next morning.

This time there were no temporary road closures, no construction barriers, and no black sedan of Zhao Hongliang parked at the intersection.

The entire route was incredibly smooth.

Lin Yucai sat in the third car, using his phone's navigation. The entire journey from departure to arrival at the examination site took less than 25 minutes.

Ma Desheng leaned closer and lowered his voice: "It's been peaceful today."

"Yesterday's incident was too ugly. If it happens again, even Liu Jianguo himself won't be able to handle it."

Su Qingyan sat next to her, flipping through today's exam schedule, a slight smile playing on her lips, but she remained silent.

As soon as the first subject of the morning ended and the gates of the examination center opened, students from No. 13 Middle School filed out.

No one had a long face, and no one kept their head down and remained silent.

Most people walked briskly, and a few boys huddled together to compare answers as soon as they came out.

"Stop getting it right, stop getting it right, stay calm and get ready for the afternoon exam."

The homeroom teacher quickly stopped them.

Lin Yucai stood next to the convoy, the folding table behind him already filled with things.

The thermos contained mung bean soup that Zhou Dahai had cooked early that morning, along with individually packaged sandwiches, bananas, chocolates, and bottled water.

There was also a note stuck to the corner of the table...

"Don't throw your food on the ground, put it in the trash can. We can't let No. 13 Middle School lose face at the entrance of the exam site."

Parents from other schools passing by frequently glanced at the scene.

"Which school is that from?"

"No. 13 Middle School".

"The logistics were even more comprehensive than those for a tour group."

"The principal personally oversaw it? And even provided food?"

A girl wearing the school uniform walked by, stared at the table for a few seconds, and then turned to her classmate and complained, "Our school only gave out two bottles of mineral water."

"Qian Wenhua never dreamed you could do this much."

Su Qingyan stood next to Lin Yucai, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over a group of senior high school students who were eating sandwiches, and suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"The kind of person he is, thinks that just stuffing students into classrooms with teachers is enough to fulfill his responsibility."

Lin Yucai unscrewed a bottle of water and took a sip.

"But these kids are taking exams outside, not eating or resting well, and their minds are completely blank when they enter the exam room. What do their exam results represent?"

Su Qingyan didn't reply, but there was something indescribable in her eyes when she looked at him.

……

At noon, the waiting area was filled with students who would be taking exams in the afternoon.

Students from other schools were either scrolling through their phones or half-asleep, slumped over their desks.

Several girls were so anxious that they kept flipping through their notes, becoming more and more flustered.

The atmosphere at No. 13 Middle School is completely different.

Under the clear-headed aura of the examination room, the students who were initially tired from answering questions in the morning regained their composure in less than five minutes after sitting down.

Eat when you're supposed to eat, and look at the formulas when you're supposed to look at the formulas.

Several boys even closed their eyes and leaned back in their chairs, breathing evenly.

Fifteen minutes later, I woke up on my own, my eyes clear as if I had just slept all night.

"How come these kids are all so calm?"

"They're not like this before mock exams at school."

Ma Desheng stood by and watched this scene, feeling uneasy.

Su Qingyan noticed it too. She watched Chen Yu sitting quietly in the corner flipping through her notes, without a trace of panic on her face.

They can even get distracted and whisper to the classmate next to them about a mnemonic for a certain formula.

"Your condition is abnormally good," Su Qingyan said softly.

"This shows that we have been managing our daily routine well. With deep sleep and a regular diet, we have laid a solid foundation and will not panic in critical moments."

Lin Yucai walked over with a bowl of mung bean soup, and upon hearing this, his expression remained unchanged.

Su Qingyan glanced at him, feeling that it wasn't that simple, but she couldn't find any other explanation.

……

At 1:40 PM, security checks began for entry to the math exam.

The students lined up in long queues and went through the metal detector one by one.

The process was the same as in the morning. Lin Yucai stood at a distance and watched, thinking that it would end smoothly.

When the group was halfway there, the line suddenly stopped.

Chen Yu stood at the security checkpoint, the color draining from her face.

"This pen cap is cracked; you can't bring it inside."

The security guard held up her pen, examining it over and over for a long time, speaking in a businesslike tone.

"But... this is the one I used this morning, and it passed the test." Chen Yu's voice trembled slightly.

"Morning is morning, afternoon is afternoon." The security guard put the pen aside. "Get another one."

Chen Yu stood frozen in place, her fingers gripping the edge of the file bag until her knuckles turned white.

She used this pen for three years.

This is the one we use for all mock exams and all important exams.

Changing the pen makes the writing feel different, which really affects my mood.

The students behind were blocked and started looking ahead.

Some people whispered among themselves, while others craned their necks.

"Comrade, this pen passed through security this morning without any problems."

Lin Yucai reached the security checkpoint in just two steps.

"Why does the same pen stop working in the afternoon?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

The security guard looked up and sized him up: "Who are you?"

"Her principal."

"The pen cap has a tear, making it a suspicious item. I have the right to confiscate it."

The security officer paused for a moment, then replied curtly.

"What could be hidden in a crack in a plastic pen cap? A microchip or a cheat sheet?"

Lin Yucai took half a step forward, looking directly at the other person.

"Confiscating a student's pen five minutes before the exam—do you know what that means for a test-taker?"

The security guard's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Some of the students queuing behind were already starting to get nervous. It wasn't just Chen Yu; several students from No. 13 Middle School were looking in their direction.

"Please have the person in charge of your test center come over."

Lin Yucai stopped arguing with the security guard and turned to look at the examination center's office area.

"What happened?"

A middle-aged man wearing glasses walked over quickly.

Lin Yucai explained the situation in three sentences, adding one last sentence.

"The same pen worked fine in the morning, but suddenly started having problems in the afternoon. Can you explain this logic to me?"

The person in charge of the test center took the pen, looked at it, and then looked at the security guard.

The security guard lowered his head and remained silent.

"Don't panic, classmate. We're just following the proper procedures."

"You can use this spare pen first. Come back for the old pen after the exam."