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

The construction team will arrive on site three days later.

Xu Jianfeng led a team of twelve people this time.

They worked in two shifts, day and night.

The renovation of the first floor is progressing rapidly.

The floor was covered with anti-static flooring, and the walls were painted with dark gray latex paint.

The ceiling was soundproofed and three rows of LED track lights were installed.

The network cabling company's team arrived simultaneously and laid a dense network of network cables and fiber optic cables under the floor.

The gigabit switch is installed in a low-voltage cabinet in a corner of the first floor. Signal testing showed that the latency was stable at less than three milliseconds.

The air conditioner installation team also arrived.

Two 5-horsepower cabinet air conditioners were installed at both ends of the first floor, and their cooling effect covered the entire space.

The renovation of the second floor was much more understated.

The construction fence completely blocked the stairwell on the second floor, covered with a green construction tarpaulin, so you couldn't see what was going on inside.

The students' curiosity was completely piqued.

Every day after school, a group of people would run outside the warehouse to watch.

Through a window that hasn't been fitted with curtains yet, you can vaguely see the neatly arranged workstations and cables running along the walls.

"I see computer desks! Rows and rows of them!"

"It's a gaming desk with lights!"

"Holy crap, is the principal really going to build an esports arena?"

The news spread across campus faster than fiber optic cables.

"Daqiang, I heard you suggested the e-sports arena?"

The students of Class 4, Grade 11 surrounded Li Daqiang and pressed him for answers.

"I just wrote a note."

Li Daqiang scratched his head and gave a sheepish smile.

"A note? What did you write?"

"I said there weren't enough computers in the computer lab, and asked the principal if we could build a larger e-sports arena."

"and then?"

"Then the principal said we should build it."

The whole class was silent for a moment.

Then everyone turned their attention to the suggestion box in the corner of the classroom.

The dusty wooden box now radiated a holy light in their eyes.

That afternoon, the suggestion box received the most notes in its history.

"I suggest the school build a swimming pool."

"I suggest the school build an observatory."

"I suggest the school hire another Michelin three-star pastry chef."

"I suggest the school charter a private plane."

When Lin Yucai emptied the suggestion box that night, he saw the note that said "private jet" and his lips twitched several times.

These kids are getting bigger and bigger appetites.

However, he will carefully read any truly valuable requests in the suggestion box.

Those outrageous things are just for fun.

The system isn't stupid; suggestions that are too outrageous won't trigger any tasks.

Construction has entered its second week.

The main decoration of the first floor is 90% complete.

The dark gray walls paired with black anti-static flooring, and the LED light strips on the ceiling emitting a cool white light, create an atmosphere reminiscent of a tech company's showroom.

Eighty gaming desks are arranged neatly in four columns and twenty rows, with each desk having a mounting point for a monitor stand, keyboard and mouse tray, and headphone hook.

The spacing between the tables is just right, neither too crowded nor too wasteful of space.

The innermost area, about forty square meters, was separated by a glass partition.

Inside, there was a long conference table and five gaming chairs.

That's the live broadcast room, or rather, the future commentary booth for the game.

Lin Yucai stood in the middle of the first floor, looked around, and nodded in satisfaction.

"The first floor can be delivered next Tuesday."

"The second floor is still a few days away, mainly because that batch of special equipment hasn't arrived yet."

Xu Jianfeng leaned over and handed over a progress chart.

"No rush, we won't tell anyone about the second floor yet."

Xu Jianfeng glanced at him curiously, but didn't ask any further questions.

As Lin Yucai walked out of the warehouse, he bumped into a chubby figure.

Zhou Dahai.

The chubby chef was carrying a large stainless steel basin filled with mung bean soup, with ice cubes floating on top.

"Principal Lin, send some mung bean soup to the construction team."

"It's hot, so it's not easy for the workers."

"Master Zhou, you're becoming more and more aware of things."

"What enlightenment or not," Zhou Dahai muttered as he walked toward the warehouse. "I just can't stand seeing people hungry and thirsty."

"Back when you were at the Jinlan Hotel..."

"That's different!" Zhou Dahai turned around and glared at him. "I didn't know these kids back then."

Lin Yucai smiled and shook his head.

People change.

When Zhou Dahai was offered a two million annual salary, all he cared about was money.

Money is still important now, but this greasy, fat chef has something else on his mind.

……

The equipment arrived on a Friday.

A long van stopped outside the back gate of the school at 10 a.m.

The car body is emblazoned with an alien logo, the classic triangular alien head, which gleams silver in the sunlight.

The message spread faster than anyone could have imagined.

Before the first class was over, some students saw the truck through the classroom window.

"Look! An alien truck!"

"What aliens?"

"Computers! A full set of gaming equipment!"

The homeroom teacher lectured for half a day and then noticed that all forty pairs of eyes were looking out the window, even the most attentive students were craning their necks.

"Come back, everyone! What's so interesting outside?"

"Teacher, it's an alien!"

"What aliens... Have you guys been watching too many sci-fi movies?"

As soon as the bell rang, the entire school building seemed to have been launched into motion.

Students poured out of the classrooms and ran down the corridor toward the back door.

At the entrance of the e-sports arena, movers are unloading goods.

Boxes of equipment were unloaded from the truck and neatly stacked on the open ground in front of the door.

The cardboard box was printed with the words "Alienware Aurora R15" and a product image.

"Am I seeing things? The R15? The one that costs over 20,000 yuan on the market?"

A senior high school boy put his hands on his head and spun around twice.

"Over 20,000? You checked the low-end version."

"If it's fully equipped, it'll cost 30,000 or more," a knowledgeable classmate next to him corrected.

"Sixty units...that's 1.8 million?"

"It's not just sixty units. Count them, there are at least seventy or eighty boxes in that row."

Students peered in through the construction fence, while workers went in and out.

Every time a box was moved in, a collective gasp of astonishment would be heard outside.

Zhang Yang stood at the back of the crowd, his hands in his pockets.

His expression was calm.

But the skinny monkey noticed that his gaze kept following the boxes as they moved, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down several times.

"Brother Yang, would you like to go in and take a look?"

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Yang turned around, his back to the warehouse.

"It's not like I've never seen a computer before."

But he took two steps and then stopped, glancing back at the scene.

Then keep walking.

He took three steps and then stopped.

"You go back first, I... need to use the restroom."

Skinny Monkey watched Zhang Yang's retreating figure as he walked towards the warehouse and silently rolled his eyes.

The restrooms are over by the teaching building, and Zhang Yang was clearly heading towards the warehouse.