Lone Traveler North and South, Old Wings Through Many Winters

Professor Huang smiled at Shen Le, his eyes filled with approval and expectation.

Although Shen Le was not his student and had not stood out particularly during his school years, his development after leaving campus had truly been a pleasant surprise.

Moreover, unlike many students who, after failing to enter the cultural heritage system, had simply given up on their field, Shen Le had continued to diligently pursue progress in cultural relic restoration—though his direction of progress was somewhat strange.

Professor Huang had seen the items Shen Le had restored. The Makeup Box had indeed been repaired quite well. Though he had not personally seen the Scroll, Teacher Zhang had returned full of praise for Shen Le.

As for this Buddhist statue—this Buddhist statue was certainly difficult to restore, but who said that restoring sculptures and Buddhist statues was something only the Central Academy of Fine Arts, the China Academy of Art, or other fine arts majors could do?

Was the cultural relic restoration program at their own school only fit for material science-related work? When it came to hands-on practice, especially anything involving aesthetics, could they only serve as assistants to others?

As long as Shen Le had the inclination, there would be absolutely no problem for teachers like them to give him a helping hand!

"I..."

Shen Le opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then closed it again.

While researching, he had also come across papers such as The Evolution of Thousand-Hand Guanyin Forms in Chinese Buddhism.

He knew very well that if he went directly to consult the paper's author, he would surely gain a great deal. If the professor was willing to vouch for him, he might even obtain firsthand detailed information from that expert.

However, Shen Le always felt that taking in something