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

A dangerous glint flashed behind Su Qingyan's glasses.

"I haven't forgotten, I was just about to say that."

Lin Yucai coughed lightly and, with lightning speed, pulled out his phone and dialed Ma Desheng's number.

"Old Ma! What about my military training plan?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, then Ma Desheng's strong voice came through.

"Military training? I thought you'd already arranged that?"

Lin Yucai gripped his phone, sweat beading on his forehead.

Su Qingyan picked up her coffee and took a slow sip, her expression clearly saying... "You're finished."

"Old Ma, stop talking nonsense."

"You immediately prepare a military training plan based on the template from previous years, and put it on my desk first thing tomorrow morning. I'll revise it."

"Sure, but Principal Lin, it seems like school starts in just a few days."

"Military training usually starts the day after registration, your last-minute cramming is really too much..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Get the plan out first! I'll figure out how to contact the instructors!"

Lin Yucai hung up the phone, his palms sweating profusely.

Su Qingyan put down her coffee cup, crossed her arms, and tilted her head to look at him.

"Principal Lin, you built this school with such grandeur, but you forgot about military training?"

"It was just a momentary lapse in attention..."

"More than 500 new students will register the day after tomorrow, and military training will begin the day after that."

"You haven't even contacted your instructors yet," Su Qingyan said in an eerily flat tone. "What are you planning to do?"

Lin Yucai rubbed his face, his mind racing.

Instructors...where can we find instructors?

Previously, the military training at No. 13 Middle School was conducted by contacting the local armed forces department to send personnel, but that was when there were fewer students, and two or three instructors were enough.

There are over 500 people now, so we need to find at least a dozen.

It's the season for new recruits' training, and it's uncertain whether the armed forces department can spare any personnel.

"I'll contact the armed forces department to try," Lin Yucai said, standing up.

"What time is it? People are off work." Su Qingyan reminded him expressionlessly.

Lin Yucai sat back down.

The office was silent for a few seconds.

"I'll personally go and run the errand first thing tomorrow morning." Lin Yucai rubbed his temples. "It'll be done by noon at the latest."

Seeing his distraught state, Su Qingyan ultimately decided not to add insult to injury.

She took a small notebook out of her bag and threw it on his desk.

"I asked Zhang Yang and others for their suggestions. See if you can incorporate their suggestions into your military training program."

Lin Yucai looked up at her.

"I knew you'd forget." Su Qingyan pushed up her glasses, turned and walked out. "Tomorrow, I'll have Lao Ma pull some strings to find some instructors, and then I'll figure out how to get military training uniforms and other equipment."

She paused at the door and glanced back at him.

"Principal Lin, please don't assign so many things at once next time. It'll only lead to chaos!"

The door closed.

Lin Yucai looked down at the small notebook, which contained Su Qingyan's neat handwriting and Zhang Yang and his group's scribbles.

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

The military training matter must be decided tomorrow.

After Su Qingyan left, Lin Yucai opened the small notebook.

The first page is written in Su Qingyan's handwriting, neatly outlining the basic procedures for military training in previous years.

Standing at attention, marching in step, marching in formation, singing in unison, and giving a performance.

The second page onwards is filled with flamboyant scribbles.

The characters, crooked and distorted, resembled the crawling of earthworms, forming a single line of text...

"Principal, can we please stop with that marching in step? It's so boring."

"Could we experience real military training? Like a competitive exercise?"

Skinny Monkey added later, "It would be best to have smoke grenades and hand grenades, like playing paintball!"

Liu Meng's handwriting was neat, consisting of only four characters: "The more ruthless, the better."

Zhao Yang drew a simple sketch: a stick figure charging forward with a gun, captioned "Red vs. Blue!"

Lin Yucai had just finished flipping through these pages and was about to laugh at these people's wishful thinking when the system panel in front of him suddenly flashed.

【Ding! 】

[Strong student demand detected: "Iron and Glory"...Students yearn to experience real military training!]

[Recommendation Rating: 3 stars (High Value Recommendation)]

[Should we adopt this?]

三星。

This is the highest rating Lin Yucai has received so far.

What does Samsung mean? It means all the best stuff!

Without hesitation, he silently said in his heart: Accept.

[Ding! Suggestion successfully adopted!]

[A special start-up fund of RMB 250 million has been issued! (Already transferred to the linked account through legitimate overseas investment returns)]

[Bonus: Special Military Training Curriculum Template ×1 (including Red-Blue Confrontational Tactical System, Safety Assessment Standards, and Equipment Configuration List)]

[Mission generated: Within seven days of reporting for duty on September 1st, complete an extraordinary special military training exercise.]

Task completion rate: 0%

[Completion Reward: Purple Epic Treasure Chest]

Lin Yucai's hands trembled when he saw the words "Purple Epic Treasure Chest".

Purple.

Previously, the best reward was only a blue elite chest, so purple is a whole tier higher.

He took out his phone and glanced at the bank's text message; the numbers had already been updated.

Two and a half million lay there, pure and white, in the account.

Lin Yucai leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling for three seconds.

Then he sat up abruptly and dialed Ma Desheng's number.

"Old Ma!"

"Principal Lin? It's only been ten minutes and you're already..."

"Stop talking nonsense, I have a question for you." Lin Yucai lowered his voice, "Do you know any retired special forces soldiers?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"What are you going to do?" Ma Desheng's voice was full of vigilance.

"Military training".

"Military training with special forces soldiers?"

"Yes, red-blue team battles, tactical coordination, and extreme physical training—the whole package."

Lin Yucai flipped through the solution templates provided by the system, becoming more and more excited as he read.

Ma Desheng fell silent again.

This time the silence lasted even longer.

"Old Ma?"

"I'm thinking," Ma Desheng said, his voice tinged with complex emotions, "that I should be able to find my old comrades-in-arms..."

Lin Yucai was taken aback. "An old comrade-in-arms? You served in the army?"

"Absolutely! It's about serving our country!"

"When I was having dinner with my comrade-in-arms before, he had a friend who was a retired special forces soldier."

"His name seems to be... Han Tiezhu, and his nickname is Iron Hammer."

"A retired special forces soldier who served as a squad leader, I heard he often volunteers at the veterans service center in the north of the city."

Ma Desheng paused for a moment, his tone becoming serious.

"But this guy has a very stubborn temper. He has six or seven veterans under his command, all of whom are brothers who retired together."

"They're not people you can hire just by offering money. There was a live-action CS club that wanted to hire them as coaches, and they offered a high price, but Han Tiezhu refused without even showing his face."

"What are you saying... I don't want to treat training like a game."

Lin Yucai tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Okay, I'll go with him! Take me to see him first thing tomorrow morning."