My name is Lin Xuan, I am in Class 7, Grade 3, student number 20240733.
From today on, I am the principal of this school!
At 7:30 in the morning on September 1st, the opening ceremony of Yungang No. 13 Middle School came to a standstill. The new principal did not show up for a long time. Two thousand three hundred and seventeen students stood on the cinder track until it smoked, until a man in school uniform walked up to the rostrum, carrying a schoolbag.
A week ago, she was breaking corn in the field. Her uncle died, leaving a high school that had been in operation for thirty-nine years, plus one billion, all to her illiterate farmer father. The father pressed his fingerprints and pushed his seventeen-year-old daughter onto the stage.
There is one more item in the will: within three years, No. 13 Middle School will not be among the top three private high schools in the country in terms of undergraduate enrollment rate, and the school and the money will be returned to Yungang Education Group. One billion, not even a penny could go into her own pocket.
So she only announced three things on stage: three yuan to pay for food in the cafeteria, air conditioning in the dormitory before Friday, and five hundred thousand from her to be admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University next year.
Finally, she said, I am a senior in high school this year, and I will enter the examination room with you next June.
The audience was silent for two seconds, and then exploded.
