The next day, just moments after Zane arrived at the office, Mr. Calvin sought him


    out.


    Seeing Calvin now made Zane''s stomach turn. Gone was the polite demeanor he used to have, his face almost expressionless. "What do you need, Mr. Calvin?"


    Calvin seemed oblivious to Zane''s cold attitude and got straight to the point. "The head of DO Group has scheduled a meeting with Hank tomorrow morning at 10. You''ll need to bring your student along to the Tech Institute."


    At this, Zane frowned. "Why do we need to go there? Haven''t I already sent you all the documents my student prepared?"


    The thought of bringing Mirabe to the Tech Institute, only for her to watch her work being imed by others, gave Zane a throbbing headache. Without waiting for Calvin to respond, he said, "I can go to the Tech Institute with you, but I''m not bringing my student."


    Calvin, understanding Zane''s reluctance, shook his head. "Do you realize how many people dream of meeting the head of a majorpany like DO Group and never get the chance?"


    Zane was probably the most stubborn person among all the teachers, never able to read the room, always needing everything spelled out before facing reality.


    Zane pressed his lips together, staying silent. If it weren''t for Calvin''s interference, the head of DO Group would probably havee to the school instead of the Tech Institute.


    "Even if you feel it''s unfair, there''s no need to jeopardize your student''s future, right? It''s an opportunity for her to gain some exposure," Calvin said, trying to be patient.


    "Don''t make it sound so noble. You know exactly why I don''t want to bring my student there," Zane said with a cold face, his tone sarcastic.


    Calvin didn''t want to argue with Zane any longer, not wanting to spoil his mood. "I''ve said what I needed to say. It''s up to you to decide what''s more important: your student''s future or your stubborn pride."


    With that, he didn''t allow Zane a chance to respond and left the office.


    Zane, looking at the closed door, slumped back into his chair, feeling drained.


    He really didn''t know how to bring this up with Mirabe.


    After hesitating for a long time with his phone, he didn''t send a message but instead received a call from the chief editor at SCI.


    After the call, Zane''s face showed both joy and concern. After some thought, he finally sent Mirabe a message via Messenger.


    "Mirabe, you''ll need toe with me to the Tech Institute tomorrow."


    iet


    When Mirabe saw Zane''s message on Messenger, she had just finished her morning ss and was heading to the cafeteria for lunch.


    She raised her eyebrows slightly and replied


    going while walking: "What are


    going to the Tech Institute


    belive


    Didn''t that project endst wear?"


    Zane didn''t know how to start, his fingers tapping on the phone screen, not sending anything.


    Mirabe had walked a bit when she looked down at her phone''s Messenger chat, which just showed ''typing...'' status.


    With a twitch of her lips, she thought, How much does Zane have to say?


    Typing for so long and still typing?


    Pondering this, she proactively sent another message: "Zane, you know... you could just send a voice message."


    Zane, still figuring out how to reply and seeing the student''s message, felt a twinge of amusement amidst his dilemma, then replied: "No, 4 was just thinking about how to exin this to you."