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

"Just kidding, look at you, you silly thing."

Lin Yucai looked at her expressionless face and his lips twitched.

Although yesterday's suggestion of living together was somewhat joking, who would have thought that today the person would actually move in across the street?

At the same time, he also began to have some doubts about Su Qingyan's background.

She usually dresses simply, but her jewelry and glasses look expensive, so she must come from a middle-class family.

The family still owns a vacant house worth over two million yuan, which shows that their family is truly extraordinary.

"What are you standing there for?"

"Um... thank you for the porridge."

"You're welcome, we're neighbors." Su Qingyan turned and went into her house, tossing out a message before closing the door: "See you at school at 9:30, don't be late."

The door closed.

Lin Yucai stood in the corridor holding a thermos, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards.

Back in the kitchen, he poured the porridge into a bowl and started drinking while turning on his phone.

A red notification has popped up in the recruitment platform's backend.

Three resumes.

First: Zhang Xuemei, 34 years old, holds a Master's degree in Mathematics from Tomato Normal University. After graduation, she taught at the county high school for five years, teaching two graduating classes of senior high school students, whose academic performance consistently ranked among the top three in the county.

The reason for leaving was to return to the city center for development, while the reason for joining was that I had high hopes for No. 13 Middle School.

Second: Wang Liheng, 38 years old, former physics teacher at No. 2 Middle School of the city, with a master's degree and eight years of teaching experience.

He resigned last year due to a conflict with the school's management and is currently unemployed.

The third case: Chen Silin, 32 years old, a returned overseas master's degree holder in chemistry. After returning from studying abroad, she worked in a training institution for two years and wants to transfer to a regular school.

His personal profile includes the line: "I want to do truly meaningful education; I don't want to work for capital anymore."

Lin Yucai put down his bowl of porridge and examined each serving carefully.

A teacher-training student with five years of experience, possessing a solid foundation.

A physics teacher from the No. 2 Middle School of the city is definitely capable of teaching.

A female chemist who returned from overseas, with an outstanding academic background.

The resumes of all three individuals far exceed the current teaching staff level of No. 13 Middle School.

It's only been half a day.

The "halo effect of a famous teacher's appeal" is even more powerful than he imagined.

Lin Yucai carefully kept the three resumes and wrote in his memo: Schedule an interview for tomorrow.

He finished the last mouthful of porridge, glanced at the time, and saw it was 8:40.

Time to go to school.

The construction team arrived at 10 a.m., and he had to go to the site first to determine the location of the research building.

Lin Yucai changed his clothes, went out, and locked the door to room 1201.

The door to apartment 1202 across the street was quietly closed, and the doormat was new, with a cartoon duck printed on it.

Lin Yucai looked at the little yellow duck, smiled, shook his head, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

……

Summer vacation officially begins in mid-July.

The campus of No. 13 Middle School quieted down. The noise of students was gone, leaving only the chirping of cicadas and the occasional sound of a maintenance worker pushing a garbage cart.

Lin Yucai sat in his office with a pile of slips of paper he had taken out of the suggestion box spread out in front of him.

This is the last batch before summer vacation; I've collected over forty photos.

Most of them were written by senior students, and a few had rusty handwriting, but judging from the signatures, they were probably written by prospective freshmen who visited on the open day.

Lin Yucai flipped through a page.

"I suggest replacing the running track with a synthetic one; it gets all muddy on rainy days."

"Principal, could you please renovate the library? All the books inside are moldy. Last time I flipped through a copy of 'High School Physics Competition Guide,' and the cover was crumbling. It almost gave me pneumoconiosis."

"Could you please replace the benches in the library? They're made of wood, and sitting on them for half an hour will ruin your back. My deskmate got a nail hole in his butt from sitting on them last time, and he almost had to get a tetanus shot."

"I went to the library to study once, and the mosquitoes were more diligent than I was, swarming around me the whole time. Was I supposed to study or just feed the mosquitoes?"

Lin Yucai took out these notes about the library separately and stacked them together.

Five.

Different handwriting, different angles of criticism, but the core message is exactly the same...

The library is so bad, it's unusable.

He stood up, pushed open the office door, and walked along the corridor to the west end of the teaching building.

The library door was ajar, and he pushed it open and went inside.

A damp, musty smell wafted over.

The sweltering heat of summer intensified the smell, a mixture of the sour stench of rotting old book pages.

Lin Yucai covered his nose and looked around.

The three rows of rusted metal bookshelves were crooked and leaning against each other, with many of their spines broken.

Several tiles on the ground were missing, revealing the gray-black cement underneath.

Only two windows could be opened; the rest were all bolted shut.

The seats were in even worse shape.

The benches were all long wooden benches, with most of the paint peeling off and some of the legs still held together with wire.

Lin Yucai pulled out a chair and sat down. The moment his bottom touched the seat, it made a teeth-grinding "creak".

He immediately stood up and patted his pants.

This place is not a place for studying; even sitting here for five minutes is torture for your body.

No wonder students would rather squat in the corridor to read than come here.

They were so focused on renovating other places that they forgot about this.

Lin Yucai turned and walked out of the library, returning to his office.

He neatly arranged the five slips of paper on the table and silently recited a sentence in his mind.

"Accept".

[Ding! Valid student suggestion detected: The library facilities are outdated, the books are moldy, and the environment is unpleasant. A complete renovation is recommended!]

Recommended rating: 2.5 stars

[Should we adopt this?]

"Accept".

[Ding! Suggestion successfully adopted!]

[A special renovation fund of 1200 million RMB has been allocated! (This fund has been transferred to the host's linked account through legitimate overseas investment returns.)]

[Reward: 1 set of top-tier library space design drawings (including panoramic glass curtain wall design, ergonomic reading area design, and intelligent temperature and humidity control system design)]

[Task generated: Complete a comprehensive renovation of the library before the start of the semester.]

[Completion: 0%]

[Completion Reward: Blue Elite Chest (quality varies depending on completion progress)]

Lin Yucai's phone vibrated again.

He took it out and saw the ICBC message lying quietly in the notification bar.

The last four digits of the account number are 8848, and the account received 1200 million.

Twelve million.

Lin Yucai locked his phone, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his hands together repeatedly.

Cool.

So cool.

He opened the system panel and brought up the drawing.

The 3D model rotated and unfolded before his eyes. The entire library was overturned and rebuilt, with a large panoramic glass curtain wall on the exterior, and the lighting area was eight times that of the original.

The interior is divided into three floors. The first floor is an open reading hall, the second floor has private seminar rooms and an electronic reading area, and the third floor has a book depository and a quiet study area.

All seats have been replaced with ergonomic sofa chairs, and each seat is equipped with an individual reading light and a USB charging port.

The air conditioning system is intelligent and maintains constant temperature and humidity, keeping the temperature between 22 and 24 degrees Celsius and humidity below 45% year-round.

It provides mildew prevention, insect prevention, and dust prevention all in one step.

Lin Yucai's eyes lit up.

The design quality of these blueprints would be top-notch even in a university library in the provincial capital.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Old Xu, how far along is your construction team on the research building?"

Xu Jianfeng's hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone, "The foundation has just been laid, and they're tying the steel bars. What's wrong, Principal Lin?"

"Can you spare another team?"

"It depends on the size of the job, you tell me."

"The library was renovated; the entire building was torn down and rebuilt, and the construction period was one month."

"what?"