The Buddha Statue Repairs Itself, I Just Need to Watch?!

If applying Raw Lacquer to the Buddha statue had nearly killed Shen Le, then sanding it after the lacquer was applied truly made him want to die.

Sanding!

Sanding!

And he couldn't just mindlessly run the Sander over it with a whirr!

This was a hundred times harder than when he had sanded the Makeup Box!

The Makeup Box had basically been flat, but the Buddha statue was all curved surfaces, rounded carvings, lines, even uneven pits and holes...

In many places—between the fingers, for example, or beneath the necklaces—even the smallest sanding head couldn't reach.

Shen Le could only hold back tears as he wrapped wool around small wooden sticks, dipped the wool in lacquer ash, and painstakingly leveled and sanded the entire piece bit by bit...

After working himself to the bone for an entire day, he looked at the results and found that he had only finished two hands. There were still seventeen or eighteen hands left, not to mention the entire body. Just thinking about the workload was depressing.

Shen Le lay limply on his bed, feet propped up, holding his phone as he vented. Before long, reply after reply popped up in the class group chat:

"Who isn't like that?"

"Everyone's exhausted."

"I spent all day in the porcelain kiln sorting tens of thousands of ceramic shards. Did I say anything?"

"You're lucky you can work on the real thing directly. I just switched groups and I'm still brushing wooden boards to practice the basics."

"At least you're working for yourself, aren't you?"

"Exactly! You're financially free and still coming here to show off!"

"Down with the rich guy!"

"Down with him!"

Ugh, this group was impossible to stay in. Shen Le tossed his phone onto the pillow, closed his eyes, and decided to calm