Chapter 81. Diverting the trouble
As the saying goes, once you have seen the sea, you will never be impressed by other puddles. If students from other grades just heard that good things were given to senior high school students again, they might just complain a few words and not be so opinionated.

But the problem is that they have tasted it.

Thinking back to the time, the stubborn old man in the hospital only had a bowl of soup for lunch, and when he was not seen at night, he let his daughter make a fuss.

Now I am in the first and second year of high school, but I have tasted it with my own mouth, and it was the complete version. I still savor the taste in my dreams, and when I wake up in the morning, my pillowcase is covered with saliva.

To have had it and then lose it is more painful than never having it at all.

In addition to this, we also have to ask why?
Why are they so precious in their senior year of high school?

Why are senior year in high school so comfortable!
Use the brightest classrooms, the newest desks and chairs, you don’t have to work during the school-wide cleaning, and you don’t have to participate in the morning running in circles on the playground.

They have taken all the good things, and now even the food they eat is better than others.

They were all raised by their parents, they all got in through exams, and they all paid tuition.

Why are high school seniors superior to others?
Many children in lower grades do not understand the seriousness of the college entrance examination, nor do they understand the pressure before the exam. After all, they have not experienced it personally.

In every class, there were a few troublemakers and a few young people who acted impulsively and ran to the teacher to petition.

There are only a few people in a class, but there are more than ten classes in two grades, with more than ten people in each class. The teacher's office is busier than a vegetable market.

Then, the students' opinions were submitted to Vice President Fang, who was fully responsible for this matter.

Vice Principal Fang is so worried that his hair is falling out in clumps again.

This is nothing!

It's obviously a good thing. We work hard to find good food, negotiate and purchase, but after that we don't raise the meal fee for students. All this is subsidized by the school's own funds.

For whom? It's all for the students.

How did it become like this!
Don’t these students understand how hard the school leaders, including Vice Principal Fang, work?
Alas, “one generation” is not as good as “the next generation”!
Vice Principal Fang closed the door and quietly vented his anger in his office. The soundproofing in the office was not very good.

But, as I said, when things happen, they have to be dealt with.

Vice Principal Fang finally came up with a solution and went to the cafeteria to find Master Wang.

I begged Chef Wang to change the portion size and re-order the menu.

Anyway, just add more meat, more eggs, or even more pork ribs to the dishes, and make soup every day. The soup is good and it saves on cooking.

Make 150 meals from 160 kilograms of vegetables every day, and increase it to 200 meals.

Then send a notification.

The monthly exams for the first and second year high schools will be held in advance, and special lunches will also be provided to the top ten students in the monthly exams, as well as the ten students with the fastest improvement in their monthly exam scores.

If it weren't for the fact that there was so much preparation required for the weekly exams for first and second year high school students, and it wasn't in time, Vice Principal Fang would have wanted to organize the weekly exams as well, just to see who would dare to make trouble!

Students are in a turmoil over the choice between exams and meals.

Just wait and see, wait until next year, and include weekly exams in the first and second year of high school, with two evening self-study exams every week.

After the notice was issued, the first and second year high schools temporarily quieted down.

But the junior high school department also made a fuss when they heard the news.

It was strongly suppressed by the school leaders.

Can it be the same for junior high schools? Junior high schools are public welfare institutions and all are funded by government funds, so there is no budget for purchasing high-priced vegetables.

Not approved.

Vice Principal Fang also sent a notice to each grade group, stating that any further issues related to special lunches would be handled at the discretion of the class teachers.

Fortunately, a supplementary notice was issued to shift the blame away, so that subsequent complaints from parents were not passed on to Vice Principal Fang.

……

Teaching building.

Outside the high school grade group office.

Teacher Qu is talking loudly on the phone.

"Zhao Yuxuan's mother, please don't speak so harshly. What do you mean by different treatment? Your Zhao Yuxuan ranked 29th in Class in the weekly exam last week. He was not qualified in the first place."

"Zhao Yuxuan is a very smart child, but he lacks concentration. Our school and you parents should encourage him more and work harder. He will have a good chance of making it into the top 20 next week."

"How can you say you don't have time? What time is it now? The college entrance examination is just over a month away. Even if you don't have time, you have to make time now. You can't just hand your child over to the school and not care about him anymore." "It's not a question of whether you want to buy it or not, nor is it a question of money. You don't understand the inside story. If you could buy it, our school would have bought it long ago."

"I'll tell you again, it's not about money. The dish is expensive, but not so expensive that I can't afford it. If I could buy it, I would buy it every day. The problem is that I can't buy it."

"Okay, okay, let me make it clear to you. This dish is exclusively supplied to the scientists at the Imperial Capital Academy of Sciences. According to regulations, it will not be sold outside. This is the husband of our school teacher Xiao Zhang. He has a good relationship with the person in charge of the base over there. Only through this relationship can he get some of their surplus products."

"That's it. Our principal personally went to their house and begged for a long time before they agreed. The quantity is really limited, so it is only enough to provide some senior high school students with nutritional supplements. We teachers are not eligible."

"Really, really, the quantity is very small, only enough for some students, so it involves the question of who eats and who doesn't."

"It's not about whether your Zhao Yuxuan needs it or not. He is a student, a senior who will take the college entrance examination soon. You have to understand that what students look at is the test scores. Students with good grades will be treated preferentially. If you are not convinced, then study hard and get good grades. There are only more than 40 students in a class. Is it difficult to get into the top 20?"

"Okay, that's it. I really can't help it. Remember, for high school students, everything is based on grades. Everything else is secondary."

"Yes, yes, after this month, you will feel relieved, and so will we. That's it, I still have things to do."

"goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Teacher Qu returned to the office and picked up the cup and poured water into his mouth.

Teacher Zhou next to him laughed and said, "Are you asking why his children can't eat again?"

"That's right. It's not like we didn't get any food. It's not like the food at the regular counter is inedible. If I had to pay for it, I'd buy some." Teacher Qu put down the cup and complained with a frown, "What's going on!"

"Calm down, this is all for the child..." Teacher Zhou was still trying to comfort her, but before he could finish his words, his phone rang, "Okay, I'm here too."

Teacher Zhou stood up and walked out of the office. "Hello, this is Zheng Zixuan's parent. Hello, this is the situation..."

……

Ever since the principal's office sent out several notices, the high school grade office has been ringing non-stop.

Teacher Zhang Yue huddled behind his desk in the corner, shivering and pretending to be a quail, not daring to speak or move.

She didn't expect that buying some food for Luo Yihang on behalf of the school would cause such a big commotion.

And the rumors are getting more and more outrageous. How did it become the base of the Academy of Sciences?

Zhang Yue secretly complained in the office, but she didn't dare to jump, so she had to secretly open her mobile phone and go to their high school class group, hoping to secretly take action.

There are 99 red dots in the class group message. I don’t know what they are talking about. They are so cheerful.

When I opened it, I saw that they were also talking about food.

Kiki’s mother, whose husband works in a hospital, was seen soliciting business.

Feng Qiqi's parents: [My husband said that you can't buy vegetables in their hospital, but you can buy medicine. Doctor Xiao Sui has the medicinal materials produced in the base, which are also very, very good. The hospital has prepared ready-made medicines for those diseases that are inconvenient after childbirth. If you need it, you can go and see Doctor Xiao Sui. It's not a private prescription, it has been tested and has a certificate.]

There is a queue below this message, all of which are [? ? ? ?]

What's the saying?

When I put a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem.

There are many mothers in this group, and most of them have children.

The one who was basically kicked out was the group owner.

But this is a first-year high school class, and the mothers’ children are all in high school, which seems a bit far away from the “postpartum” stage of life.

It seems that Kiki's mother is a little funny.

Seeing this, Zhang Yue couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Just a little sound.

But it also lifted the hidden state and woke up the colleagues in the office.

"Hey, Teacher Zhang, I heard from Master Wang that the base reserved some for friends. Your husband is his friend, right? Your family also has some, right? Can you give me some?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhang, we are just one family, just be a little more even. Please, please."

Zhang Yue poked her head out from behind the table and said with a tearful face, "Ah?"

　Thank you for the support of all my dear friends and relatives. I will recommend you for the third round~~
　　

(End of this chapter)