I'm a Principal, What's Wrong with Listening to Students Complain?

Traveling back to 2019, Jiang Cheng took over the No. 2 Middle school at the bottom of the city. The good news is, no one expects him to accomplish anything. The bad news is that if there are no more 320 new students to be recruited, the school will directly cancel its establishment and merge into the city's No. 1 Middle School. The principal of No. 1 Middle School patted him on the shoulder and said, "We will arrange a way out." The balance of the account was one thousand two hundred and forty-six yuan and eighty-seven cents. I owed the supplier money for tables and chairs, students tripped over potholes in the playground, and the cleaning lady didn't get paid for three months. Shen Zhiyu had been following him for three years. When the heels of his shoes became crooked, he was reluctant to replace them with new ones. He was still looking through the account books in the office in the middle of the night. Jiang Cheng didn't wait for any adventure. He stared at the ceiling on the cot for many days. He hung an old suggestion box under the teaching building. It was made of wood, with a thick layer of dust accumulated, and the lock nose was rusted into a dead lock. No one had touched it for I don't know how many years. He said: If you have ideas or grievances, write a note and throw it in. I'll do whatever is reasonable. The most irritated boy in the grade sent a note: Principal, build an indoor gymnasium. Jiang Cheng said: No money. I will fill the holes in the playground. Everyone laughed. No one believed what a principal with a crooked heel could do. Later, the boy got a perfect score in mathematics in the college entrance examination. Later, the undergraduate enrollment rate of No. 2 Middle School increased tenfold. Later, the principal of No. 1 Middle School came to see him for the second time. Jiang Cheng was changing a new lock on the suggestion box without raising his head: the quota was full, so he went to ask the students if they wanted to leave. Someone asked him how he did it. He said: I just listened to a few words from the students. A good principal doesn't teach, he just holds an umbrella.