Changing careers was impossible. He would never change careers in this lifetime.
Besides, Shen Le was not actually good at restoring porcelain—strictly speaking, he was only good at cheating. His mentor had trained him; surely they had not meant to train him into some kind of cheating monster in the end?
So Shen Le firmly refused to agree. He merely nodded and bowed to Professor Zhang, smiling apologetically again and again. His attitude was beyond reproach, but he simply would not give an answer.
After a while, Professor Zhang could only sigh, smile, and shake her head at him. She leaned closer to inspect the porcelain figurine Shen Le had pieced together:
"The hem lets light through, forming... a specific shape? What shape exactly? I need to find a flashlight and shine it through—there's writing on the back, a name—what was this porcelain figurine for?"
Shen Le stepped forward, cradled the porcelain figurine in both hands, and tilted it, signaling Professor Zhang to look at the bottom of its feet.
Sweat sprang across Professor Zhang's forehead. "Don't touch it! Don't touch it! The AB glue hasn't dried yet!"
She shouted as she hurried over, practically sprinting, then bent down to look. Shen Le smiled.
"It's fine, Professor. It looks like I'm holding it with my hands, but I'm actually holding it with my ability. Every shard is supported, so it absolutely won't fall apart—mm, the warm current in my palms can flow unobstructed through every part of it, circle around, and flow back.
"So I'm completely confident that it won't come apart!"
Even with that assurance, Professor Zhang still dropped down at the fastest speed of her life to take a careful look, then immediately sprang back up and motioned for Shen Le to put the figurine back in place.