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

Early Sunday morning.

A line of people had already formed at the entrance of the e-sports arena at No. 13 Middle School.

Zhang Yang, Shouhou, Liu Meng, Zhao Yang, and Li Daqiang.

Add to that Chen Bowen, a bespectacled boy from the third year of high school, and Xu Niannian, a girl from Class 2 of the second year of high school who is particularly meticulous in her work, and the seven of them together create a very complicated dynamic.

Like a ragtag army hastily assembled.

But everyone's eyes shone with light.

"Why hasn't the principal arrived yet?"

"Did you get food poisoning from your date with the vice-principal last night?"

The skinny monkey stretched his neck to look towards the teaching building.

"Shut your mouth and stop talking nonsense." Zhang Yang kicked him.

"Yang-ge, are we really going to play in the internet cafe league today?"

Li Daqiang rubbed his hands together, looking excited.

"Of course! They filled out the application form, how could it be fake?"

Zhang Yang also had his doubts: would the principal really agree to this?

However, considering the principal's recent actions, shouldn't we let them go?

……

This competition was a weekend city tournament organized by a chain of internet cafes in the city.

It's not a large organization, but it's quite well-known among students.

The champion receives a prize of 5,000 yuan, the runner-up 3,000 yuan, the third-place winner 1,000 yuan, and there are also peripheral prizes.

Most of the participants are from nearby university teams and some skilled amateur players.

The group from No. 13 Middle School had only seen the news on their WeChat Moments.

As a result, Zhang Yang became increasingly fascinated by what he saw.

Schools now have esports arenas, and rules are gradually being established.

It just doesn't feel right if we don't go out and fight.

More importantly, their skill level has increased dramatically since the esports arena opened a few weeks ago.

Especially his reaction time and teamwork, it's like he's suddenly figured it out.

Zhang Yang initially thought it was because the equipment was too good and he was playing smoothly.

Later, they realized something was wrong.

I feel like I've finally developed a brain!

In the past, when a team battle started, he would only have one thought in his mind: charge.

Things are different now. The strategies for when to pull back, when to flank, and when to sell oneself for resources are all very clear.

Xu Niannian's case is even more obvious.

This girl is usually quiet in class, wears black-rimmed glasses, and looks very peaceful.

But the moment he sits in the gaming chair, his eyes change.

The operation was meticulous, and the awareness was good.

He excels at playing mid-lane heroes that require a lot of positioning and skill prediction.

In the friendly match at the stadium the day before yesterday, she single-handedly delivered the highest output of the entire game, leaving those seasoned seniors speechless.

"The principal is here!"

Liu Meng let out a howl.

Lin Yucai walked over with his car keys in his hand, followed by Su Qingyan.

"Is Vice Principal Su going too?"

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment when he saw Su Qingyan.

"I'm going to check if you guys are using the competition as an excuse to skip class and play games."

Su Qingyan pushed up her glasses, her face expressionless.

Today is Sunday, so there's no question of skipping class.

But after she said that, several students instinctively stood up straighter.

"Is everyone here?" Lin Yucai coughed.

"All done."

"Then let's go."

"Principal, where shall we sit?"

"I'll take the principal's car." Lin Yucai waved the keys in his hand.

A few minutes later, everyone stood in front of the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class and fell silent.

The skinny monkey slowly opened its mouth wide.

"This...this is a ride-hailing service?"

"Or what else? Shared bikes?"

Even Zhang Yang couldn't hold back and stared at the car for two seconds.

"Principal, your car doesn't look like something you'd drive for education."

"Who says you can't drive a bigger car in education? You care about saving face, but the principal cares about saving face too?"

"How are we supposed to sit with seven people?"

"So I also called a minivan."

Lin Yucai pointed, and a white Buick was slowly driving up in the distance.

"Vice Principal Su and I rode in the G-Wagon, and we also brought up the rear."

"This 'rear guard' sounds like a gangster's expedition," Skinny Monkey muttered under his breath.

As a result, Su Qingyan glanced at him, and he immediately shrank back.

The competition will be held at the Thunder Esports Arena in the city center.

Check-in will begin at 11:00 AM.

It was very noisy inside the van on the way.

"Brother Yang, there really is a bonus!"

Li Daqiang held his phone, looking at the rules, getting excited every time he read them.

"have."

"The runner-up is worth 3,000. If we win, could Chef Zhou treat us to an extra dish?"

All you ever think about is eating.

"And what about the champion?"

"The champion is worth five thousand."

"Will the principal allocate some funds to our team?"

Just as Zhang Yang was about to speak, Ma Desheng, who was driving in the front seat, turned around first.

There weren't enough drivers today, so Lin Yucai temporarily pulled him in to fill in.

"Why would I, a dean of students' academic affairs, drive students to play video games?"

Listening to the comments behind him, he looked utterly helpless.

"Don't worry about the prize money yet, think about not being eliminated in the first round."

There was a moment of silence in the van.

Then, Xu Niannian adjusted her glasses and spoke calmly.

"We can definitely hold our own in the first round."

Zhang Yang glanced at her and smiled.

"Did you hear that? Our mid laner has spoken up."

On the other side, it was much quieter inside the G-Wagon.

Su Qingyan sat in the passenger seat, turning her head to look out the window.

After a long pause, she suddenly spoke.

"You really just took them there like that?"

"What's wrong?"

"Those people outside are already watching you, thinking you're not doing your job properly."

"You're even taking students to participate in internet cafe leagues now, if word gets out..."

"It would be best if word got out."

Lin Yucai rested his hands on the steering wheel, looking relaxed.

"Don't you think we're just waiting for the right opportunity?"

"What do you mean?" Su Qingyan turned to look at him.

"The changes at No. 13 Middle School are visible to everyone on campus."

"But parents and many people outside still hold onto old impressions."

"They think that our efforts to build a cafeteria, air conditioning, and an e-sports arena are just reckless."

"so what?"

"So we need to show them that these kids aren't addicted to games."

"They transformed what might have been a misguided hobby into something respectable and presentable within the framework of rules and constraints."

"Aren't you afraid of losing?" Su Qingyan remained silent for a moment.

"There's no such thing as a guaranteed win in a competition," Lin Yucai smiled. "But just going to fight is better than doing nothing."

When they arrived at the entrance of the e-sports arena, the scene was even more lively than they had expected.

A banner was hanging in the lobby on the first floor.

"Thunder City Esports Challenge".

There were many electric bikes and several modified cars parked at the entrance. Most of the participants were around twenty years old, and there were also a few students who came secretly in school uniforms.

The group from No. 13 Middle School attracted some attention as soon as they got off the bus.

There was no way around it; it was just too eye-catching.

A group of kids who were clearly still high school students, with a man in the middle who had a somewhat nonchalant air about him but looked like the leader, and a pretty woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to him.

This doesn't look like a typical group coming to play in an internet cafe tournament.

At the check-in desk, the staff looked at the registration form and checked it over first.

"Team name, No. 13 Middle School Team?"

"right."

"The No. 13 Middle School e-sports arena?"

"right."

The staff looked up, glanced at Zhang Yang and the others' school uniforms, and then at Lin Yucai.

"Are you really from the school?"

Lin Yucai handed over a business card.

"Genuine or genuine."

The staff member took it and looked at it.

"Lin Yucai, the principal of No. 13 Middle School."

His expression immediately became priceless.

Another person in charge of data entry came over and almost dropped the mouse after seeing it clearly.

"The school...the principal is leading the team in the competition?"