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

Lin Yucai took the phone and swiped his thumb across the screen a few times.

really.

The admissions page for No. 13 Middle School was tucked away in an extremely hidden corner, with even the school's name displayed in small gray font.

If it weren't for parents who came specifically to find it, they would never have noticed that there was a school here.

"Who has the authority to display permissions in the system backend?" Lin Yucai put down his phone.

"The Admissions Office." Ma Desheng's expression said it all. "Zhao Yuanming's men."

Zhao Yuanming is Liu Jianguo's man. This chain of events is all too clear.

Su Qingyan walked over from the administration office next door and knew something was wrong when she saw Ma Desheng's expression.

"That's a pretty underhanded move."

After hearing the whole story, she leaned against the door frame, tapping her arm lightly with her fingers.

"On the surface, there are no violations. The enrollment qualification of No. 13 Middle School has not been revoked; only the display arrangement has been adjusted."

"When you confront him, he says the system automatically sorts students by rating, and since No. 13 Middle School has a low historical rating, it's reasonable for it to be ranked lower."

"But the actual effect is that it completely erases us from the parents' sight."

Lin Yucai pushed the stack of printing papers aside, stood up, and walked to the window.

On the playground, several students were playing basketball, and their laughter drifted up from downstairs.

The open day for parents last month was a great success; more than fifty people left their contact information that day.

With the consultation volume accumulated from previous short videos and live broadcasts, he roughly estimated that as long as the forms are filled out normally, recruiting 300 new people this year should not be a problem.

However, the prerequisite for "normal application" is that parents can find No. 13 Middle School in the enrollment system.

Liu Jianguo's move was tantamount to giving No. 13 Middle School an invisibility cloak at the source.

No matter how good your school is, it's all for nothing if parents don't see it.

"Can we find someone to change the display space back?" Lin Yucai asked, turning his head.

"The backend access is with the admissions office; we don't even have a login account," Ma Desheng shook his head. "By the time we complete the normal procedures, the high school entrance exam will be over."

"Then let's skip the formalities."

Lin Yucai closed the window and turned to look at Su Qingyan and Ma Desheng.

"He can block his way, I'll go mine."

"What do you mean?" Su Qingyan raised an eyebrow.

"The parents can't find us? Then we'll go to the parents ourselves."

Lin Yucai pulled out a set of campus promotional materials that had been made in a previous photography hobby class from his drawer and slapped it on the table.

How many followers does the official account of No. 13 Middle School have on short video platforms?

"When I looked at it last week, it was a little over 100,000," Ma Desheng recalled.

"With 100,000 followers, once the local recommendation is enabled, the coverage is ten times better than that crappy website of the Education Bureau."

Lin Yucai sat back down in his chair and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"But simply posting videos isn't enough."

He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window at the row of dark blue buses parked at the school gate.

After the vehicles were used for the college entrance examination, they were not returned to the rental company.

"Old Ma, do you still have the phone number of the owner of that car rental company from last time?"

"exist."

"Extend the lease for another week." Lin Yucai's lips slowly curled up. "This time, we won't be taking you to the exam."

"This time I'm going to pick someone up."

Su Qingyan and Ma Desheng exchanged a glance, both seeing the same expression on each other's faces...

This principal is up to no good again.

"The day after tomorrow is Saturday, the last weekend for the ninth graders in the city." Lin Yucai counted on his fingers, "The last holiday before the high school entrance exam, both parents and students will have time."

"Let's organize an in-depth campus experience day at No. 13 Middle School."

"Buses will drive directly to the gates of each junior high school to pick up parents for free visits."

"The cafeteria, dormitories, e-sports arena, and gym are all open."

"Zhou Dahai hosted a tasting event so that parents could try the food first."

"Do you think we're helpless just because Liu Jianguo has hidden us from the website?"

Lin Yucai stood up and shoved the propaganda material into Ma Desheng's arms.

"He can hide the webpage, but he can't hide the sight of fifteen buses parked in front of someone's school."

Ma Desheng paused for two seconds, then suddenly grinned.

"I'll contact the convoy right away."

He turned and left with the materials in his hand, his steps much lighter than when he arrived.

Su Qingyan didn't move. She stood there looking at Lin Yucai's face, which was slightly glowing with excitement, and only spoke after a long while.

"You know that doing this is like slapping Liu Jianguo in the face in front of all the parents in the city, right?"

He struck first.

"I'm just saying, you have to be prepared for his counterattack."

"A counterattack?"

Lin Yucai picked up his phone, opened the bank app, glanced at his balance, then locked the screen and put it back in his pocket.

"Let him pounce."

"No. 13 Middle School is no longer the pushover it used to be, where anyone could bully it."

Su Qingyan looked at him, her lips twitched, but she ultimately said nothing more.

Before turning back to her office, she left with the words, "You'll have to pay for the car team yourself; the school doesn't have any money in its accounts."

"When have I ever used school money?"

Su Qingyan paused, turned around and glared at him, but there was something else in her eyes.

After closing the door, Lin Yucai sat alone in his office and opened the system panel.

On the panel, the progress bar for the enrollment task is still at 58%.

There is still a significant gap between the target of 300 people and the actual number.

"Liu Jianguo, oh Liu Jianguo," Lin Yucai muttered to himself, turning off the system panel.

"If you block the road, I'll take another route."

"You can't block me."

……

Saturday morning, just as dawn was breaking.

On the asphalt road in front of No. 13 Middle School, fifteen dark blue buses were lined up in a neat row.

The car body was polished to a shine, and brand-new magnetic slogans were affixed to the side...

"Deep Campus Experience Day at No. 13 Middle School, with free shuttle service throughout."

White background with blue lettering, it can be seen from afar.

Lin Yucai stood at the school gate, clutching a densely packed schedule in his hand.

The list above shows the addresses, dismissal times, and best parking spots in front of all twelve junior high schools in the city.

"The first batch will depart at 6:30, heading to the three junior high schools in the south of the city." He handed the form to Ma Desheng. "The second batch will be picked up at 7:30, heading to the four junior high schools in the north of the city."

"The third batch at eight o'clock, two schools each in the east and west of the city."

"All twelve junior high schools in the city, without exception."

Ma Desheng took the watch, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He thought to himself that this was quite a show of force, but then he realized that he hadn't had any problems sending off students to the college entrance exam, so picking up a few parents this time would be even easier.

"Have all the drivers arrived?"

"All in place, everyone was in position by 6:10."

"Then let's go."

As the first five buses slowly drove out of the school gate, a row of student volunteers stood by the playground.

Zhang Yang stood at the front, his school uniform zipper pulled up to his neck, holding a stack of colorfully printed school brochures in his hand.

Behind him stood Skinny Monkey, Liu Meng, Zhao Yang, and Li Daqiang, each wearing a "volunteer" armband.

"Brother Yang, are we really going to stand outside the junior high school and hand out flyers?" Skinny Monkey shrank his neck. "What's the difference between this and those training institutions on the street?"

"Shut up." Zhang Yang shoved the brochure into his arms. "The principal said we're not handing out flyers, we're doing reception work."

"Once the parents are on the bus, you'll be responsible for explaining the esports arena's admission policy."

"Li Daqiang, you're in charge of talking about the cafeteria."

"Liu Meng and Zhao Yang will guide the parents through the route after arriving at the school."

"What about me?" the skinny monkey raised his hand.

"You're in charge of moving chairs, pouring water, and running errands."