"Hey, Zhao Yuan, why'd you go quiet? What are you doing?" On the other end of the line, Pan Mei was puzzled when Zhao Yuan fell silent mid-sentence.
"It's nothing, I just remembered something." Zhao Yuan snapped out of his daze and, after a moment's thought, said, "About the interviews, let's do it your way, Sister Pan."
'Once the school paper and medical journals publish the interviews, I'll definitely get new admirers. Then I'll be able to see if admiration can be converted into Wish Power. If it can, I don't mind being a little more high-profile.'
"Excellent." Pan Mei was very pleased with Zhao Yuan's answer. "Your fourth class is about to start, so I won't keep you. I'll let you know once I've arranged the interviews."
After hanging up, Pan Mei pumped her fists in the air, even more worked up than Zhao Yuan himself.
Just then, someone appeared in the lab. Pan Mei immediately composed herself, affecting a calm demeanor.
