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

The effects of the deep sleep halo began to appear on the third day after activation.

Zhang Yang was the first to notice the anomaly.

His biological clock woke him up promptly at 6:30 a.m. on Wednesday.

But unlike before, he didn't have that groggy feeling of being forcibly pulled out of the abyss.

On the contrary, my mind is very clear.

He was so awake that he lay in bed for more than ten seconds, wondering if he had slept all day.

He turned over and looked at his phone.

6:32, Wednesday.

I went to bed at 11 p.m. last night, and it's been seven and a half hours since then.

Normally, for someone like him who scrolls through his phone until two or three in the morning, seven and a half hours is simply not enough.

I used to be woken up by the radio every morning, and my brain felt like it was filled with mush.

But today, he felt as if he had slept for a full twelve hours.

Even more outrageous was the few pages of the math textbook I flipped through in the classroom last night.

He was forcing himself to read it, but he forgot everything about quadratic functions and axes of symmetry as soon as he read it…

At this moment, a vague impression has been left in my mind.

It seems... I've come to understand a little bit.

"Strange thing."

Zhang Yang muttered something to himself, then got up and went to brush his teeth.

He thought it was an isolated case.

But during break, when the skinny monkey came over, his expression was exactly the same as his.

"Brother Yang, have I become smarter?"

"When have you ever been smart?"

"No, listen to me," the skinny monkey said in a low voice, "I memorized twenty English words yesterday, and when I woke up this morning, I still remembered fifteen of them."

"I used to memorize twenty, and I'd be lucky if I could remember two the next day."

Zhang Yang glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Not just skinny monkeys.

This week, we've received more and more similar feedback.

Chen Yu, a senior in high school, is the girl who cried after drinking chicken soup before.

I mentioned to my deskmate that my memory seems to have improved recently.

In the past, it took ten repetitions to memorize classical Chinese texts, but now I can remember most of them after five or six repetitions.

Several boys in the first year of high school were also discussing that their sleep quality had been exceptionally good recently, they were dreaming less, and they felt energetic as if they had been injected with chicken blood every morning.

Of course, no one associated this with air conditioning or dormitories.

Everyone felt that their improved mood, better diet, and better sleep environment led to their improved physical condition.

Logically speaking, this explanation makes perfect sense.

Only Lin Yucai knew the real reason.

Deep sleep halo.

This passive skill, which is attached to the dormitory building, is changing the status of every student.

This allowed their brains to get a real rest and refreshment.

In this state, what you learn during the day is efficiently consolidated and deepened during sleep.

The effects won't be immediate, but little by little, they'll add up, culminating in the midterm exams in three weeks...

Lin Yucai rubbed his hands together, feeling quite satisfied.

……

That afternoon, the streetlights were repaired.

The electrician replaced six light bulbs with new LED energy-saving bulbs.

At 7 p.m., the area around the basketball court is as bright as day.

After dinner, a few boys who loved playing basketball rushed over with shouts as soon as they saw the bright lights.

Zhang Yang also went.

He's been playing ball much more frequently lately, and he doesn't have to wait in line for the shower anymore.

The new bathroom has forty shower stalls, so even if you're covered in sweat after playing sports, you can just go in and shower for five minutes and you're done.

He's living like this; he hardly recognizes No. 13 Middle School anymore.

Thursday afternoon.

Su Qingyan handed over the survey results of the extracurricular classes to Lin Yucai.

"A total of 312 valid questionnaires were collected." She opened the notebook and read them out one by one.

"Forty-seven people want to study music."

"Thirty-nine people want to study fine arts and comics."

"Twenty-three people want to learn programming and computers."

"Eighteen people want to learn street dance."

"Thirty-one people want to learn photography and video editing."

"Fifteen people want to learn writing."

"One hundred and fourteen people want to learn esports."

Lin Yucai's lips twitched.

One hundred and fourteen people want to learn e-sports.

They account for one-third of the total population.

Those brats.

"Let's not rush into esports. Do you have suitable teachers for the other fields?"

"I contacted several training institutions, but the prices weren't cheap."

Su Qingyan put down the notebook.

"But there's good news: several young teachers at Tomato City Art School are willing to work part-time."

"One teaches guitar and vocals, and the other teaches sketching and illustration. The hourly rate is not high."

"What about programming and video editing?"

"Regarding programming, I contacted a graduate student in the computer science department at Tomato University, who is willing to teach on weekends."

"We're still looking for video editors and photographers."

"What about writing?"

Su Qingyan hesitated for a moment.

"I can teach writing myself. I majored in Chinese literature in college and wrote columns for a few years."

"Vice Principal Su, you actually have this hidden skill?" Lin Yucai glanced at her.

"That's called applying what you've learned," Su Qingyan pushed up her glasses. "But I have limited time; I can only attend two classes a week at most."

"That's enough, let's start driving first."

Lin Yucai considered it in his mind.

Music, art, programming, street dance, photography, writing...

The six interest classes will be offered on Wednesdays and Fridays after 4:30 p.m.

It does not take up regular class time, and students can sign up voluntarily.

Existing empty classrooms can be used, but a batch of equipment needs to be purchased.

Guitar, easel, paint, computer, photography equipment...

"Make a purchase list, and keep the budget under one million." He gestured to Su Qingyan.

"The teacher's hourly rate comes from the special fund for extracurricular classes, and I personally sponsored the first three months."

"If it works well in three months, we'll try to get sponsorship to sustain it."

Su Qingyan finished writing down the last item and looked up.

"Um... what about esports? There are 114 people there."

"Regarding esports..." Lin Yucai scratched his head, "Let me think about it some more."

Even so, he already had a vague idea in his mind.

But it's not the right time yet.

When I returned to the office that evening, a new notification popped up on the system panel.

[Progress update on the cancellation of mandatory morning and evening self-study assignments: 72%]

[The host has been detected to have developed an extracurricular activity plan; task completion will receive an additional bonus.]

Current progress: 78%

Not bad.

Lin Yucai turned off the control panel and was preparing to study the purchase list for the extracurricular classes when his phone screen lit up.

Bank newsletter.

He opened his mobile banking app to check his balance and then calculated his recent expenses.

After deducting construction costs, canteen operating costs, street light maintenance costs, and reserved funds for extracurricular classes.

I have about 100,000 yuan of disposable income.

Over 100,000.

Say no more, say less.

But compared to the miserable state of having only 1103.25 in WeChat balance on the first day of the journey, it's a world of difference.

The system panel flashed again.

【Ding! 】

[The host's task of "canceling mandatory morning and evening self-study sessions" is nearing completion; a phase-one reward will be distributed ahead of schedule.]

[Received: Blue Elite Chest x1]

[Start now?]

coming.

Lin Yucai rubbed his hands together and silently said "Open" in his mind.

A blue treasure chest appeared on the panel, and the lid popped open.

Congratulations on winning:

[1. Basic Stamina Potion ×1]

[Effect: After consumption, it restores the host's bodily functions to their peak state, giving them the physical attributes of an 18-year-old at the age of 38.]

[Note: This medicine is a single-use consumable; its effects are permanent.]

[2. System Reward: A legal luxury car, a Mercedes-Benz G500 (black)]

The vehicle has been legally purchased, acquired under the name of an overseas investment company, and gifted to the host. The vehicle registration certificate, driver's license, and insurance policy have been generated simultaneously.

[Vehicle pickup address: Showroom No. 3, Jinlan Auto City, Tomato City.]

Lin Yucai stared at the panel for a full ten seconds.

A physical enhancement drug that turns a 38-year-old into an 18-year-old.

Black Mercedes-Benz G-Class.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at his reflection in the windowpane.

The body I've transmigrated into is indeed not young anymore.

At thirty-eight, I already have a few gray hairs, my knees occasionally ache, and I get out of breath after running just a few steps.

Now, the system has given him a bottle of "rejuvenation" potion.

He opened his system inventory and found the bottle of stamina potion.

The panel displayed a glass bottle about the size of a thumb, filled with a golden liquid.

"use."

[Ding! Basic physical potion used.]

[Body function optimization in progress...]

A warm sensation spread from my abdomen, like drinking a bowl of hot ginger soup.

My aching knees felt better within seconds, the stiff muscles in my back that had been stiff for years suddenly loosened, and even my vision became clearer.

Lin Yucai clenched his fist, making a series of crisp joint sounds.

The sense of power has returned.

That feeling of having boundless energy that I had in my youth is long gone.

He walked to the small mirror in the corner of the office and looked at himself.

His face hasn't changed; it's still the same face of a thirty-eight-year-old.

But her complexion has improved a lot, her eye bags have faded, and her skin has regained its radiance.

It's not exactly a case of rejuvenation, but she definitely looks much younger.

As for the Mercedes-Benz G-Class...

He opened his phone's map app and searched for the location of Jinlan Auto City.

It's a 20-minute drive from No. 13 Middle School.

I'm going to pick up the car this weekend.

Lin Yucai leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, unable to suppress a smile.

After more than two weeks of trekking, he went from being penniless and destitute school principal to having money in his pocket, being in great health, and owning a Mercedes-Benz G-Class...

It's still that lousy principal.

But this lousy principal is living a more and more comfortable life.

"Alright, I'm very happy."

He patted his face, sat up straight, and reopened the shopping list for the extracurricular classes.

Even if the G-Wagon is incredibly cool, we'll have to put it aside for now.

The students' affairs are the real issue.