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

The midterm exams lasted all day.

Chinese, Mathematics, and English.

Liberal arts students will take additional exams in politics, history, and geography, while science students will take additional exams in physics, chemistry, and biology.

In one day, the 500 students of No. 13 Middle School displayed an unprecedented level of exam performance.

No one submitted a blank paper.

This is the first time in the history of No. 13 Middle School.

Even the student with the worst foundation wrote something under each question.

Even if the reasoning is flawed, or even if the steps are miscalculated, the number of blank papers is zero.

When Zhao Wenjie was collecting the math exam papers from Class 4 of Grade 11, he flipped through a thick stack.

In the past, the last three math exam papers he collected were almost entirely blank, with no more than five people completing them.

This time, out of the forty-two papers, only three had the last three major questions completely blank.

Regardless of whether the rest are right or wrong, at least they show signs of a solution.

"Even if it was a guess..." Zhao Wenjie muttered, "at least they used their brains before guessing."

The marking process began on the afternoon of the same day the exam ended.

All the teachers gathered in the large office on the third floor to grade the exam papers.

The work is done in an assembly line fashion, with each subject working in a group and a clear division of labor.

Lin Yucai did not participate in grading the papers.

He waited for the results in his office.

But the first news he received was not the results.

"Principal Lin, the Education Bureau is calling."

Ma Desheng pushed open the door and came in, his expression somewhat subtle.

"What did you say?"

"They said they received the school uniform reform plan and provincial documents you sent."

"and then?"

"Then...the people in the Education Bureau office said that Liu Jianguo's expression didn't look good after seeing the provincial department's document."

"But he didn't directly reject your proposal."

"What did he say?"

He said the proposal should be kept for now and reviewed together with the midterm exam results.

Lin Yucai's lips twitched slightly.

It's that same trick again.

Look at the students' grades.

Liu Jianguo bet everything on the results.

He was certain that the school's academic performance would not improve substantially, and that a single report card would undo all of Lin Yucai's reforms.

School uniform reform?

If the results aren't good, nothing else matters.

Esports arena?

Poor grades mean you're not doing your job properly.

Should morning and evening self-study sessions be cancelled?

Poor grades are seen as a sign of indulging students.

"I'll wait then." Lin Yucai leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped behind his head.

"Director Ma, what do you think the results will be like this time?"

Ma Desheng thought for a moment and then carefully chose his words.

"I took a look at the students' performance during the exam, and it was much better than last semester."

"But I dare not draw any conclusions until the specific scores are released."

"After all, the foundation is too weak."

"It's hard to say how much can be recovered in just over a month."

"Then let's wait for the results."

Ma Desheng has passed away.

The office quieted down.

Lin Yucai opened the system panel and glanced at the progress of the school uniform task.

[School uniform design task progress: 75%]

The design has been finalized, sampling is underway, fabric selection has been completed, and the mass production contract is pending signing.

[Note: Due to external administrative review factors, the task completion time may be delayed. The system has automatically adjusted the task deadline.]

The system was reasonable enough to know that Liu Jianguo was holding him by the throat.

He turned off the panel and turned his attention back to more pressing matters.

Grading, grades, bets.

These three words felt like three heavy stones pressing down on my heart.

At 7 p.m., Su Qingyan sent over the first batch of results.

Chinese language and literature.

She didn't send out specific scores, only two numbers.

The school's average score in Chinese was 71.3.

The average score for Chinese at the end of last semester was 58.6.

Lin Yucai stared at the two numbers, his finger hovering over the screen.

71.3.

It improved by a full 12.7 points compared to last semester.

He took a deep breath and didn't rush to be happy.

Chinese is the easiest subject to improve your score in; you get points for reading comprehension and composition as long as you write something.

One subject cannot explain the whole picture.

At 8:30, the math results came out.

The school's average math score is 52.8.

The average math score at the end of last semester was 38.4.

It improved by 14.4 points.

Mathematics requires solid skills, and the extent of improvement speaks volumes.

Nine o'clock, English.

The school's average English score is 61.7.

The average English score at the end of last semester was 49.2.

An increase of 12.5 points.

Lin Yucai looked at the grades one by one as they were sent over.

Every subject is improving; none is regressing.

By 11 p.m., all the scores for all subjects had been compiled.

Su Qingyan sent over the final comprehensive data.

The school's overall average score for the midterm exams was 387.2.

The average score for the final exams last semester was 312.5.

Improvement: 74.7 points.

"The pass rate for all subjects increased from 27.3% to 49.8%."

"There wasn't a single blank exam paper in the entire school."

Lin Yucai stared at his phone screen, motionless for a full minute.

74.7 points.

The school's average score improved by nearly 75 points.

The pass rate nearly doubled.

He slowly put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long breath.

The lights on the ceiling were a bit dazzling.

"We won."

He said two words to the empty room, the smile on his lips impossible to suppress.

The phone rang again.

It was still Su Qingyan.

But this time it wasn't text, it was voice.

He clicked to listen.

Su Qingyan's voice was much softer than usual, carrying a gentle emotion that she rarely showed.

"Oh no, I really owe you a hot pot meal."

Lin Yucai laughed.

He replied with a voice message.

"The spicy half of the hot pot broth is mine, right?"

"right."

"Let's go this weekend."

"it is good."

The conversation has ended.

But Lin Yucai held his phone and sat there for a while longer.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin silver line on the floor.

The lights on on the third floor below flickered on for a while, then went out.

He glanced down at the system panel.

Midterm exam results detected...

The school's overall average score increased by 74.7 points, and the passing rate increased by 22.5%.

The principal's credibility has significantly improved.

Student trust level: High

Teacher trust level: High

[Hidden achievement unlocked: "Last Stand"... Achieved an average score increase of over 50 points in a single exam for a high school that was at the bottom of the city.]

[Rewards: 1 Blue Elite Chest, 50000 RMB legally credited to your personal account, Charisma +2]

Another treasure chest.

But Lin Yucai didn't rush to open it.

He put his phone next to his pillow, turned off the light, and lay down.

We can be happy about things tomorrow.

Tonight, I'll get a good night's sleep.

After all, there's still a battle to fight tomorrow.

The results for Liu Jianguo and others have been released.

But things turned out quite differently than he had anticipated.