The professor in textile restoration never did get a chance to offer Shen Le any guidance.
Shen Le truly was a novice when it came to textile restoration—there was no denying that. He had only been in the field for a year or two, and he had handled fewer than twenty textile restorations in total. But he could cheat!
His mental power could reach deep into every single Silk Thread, touching, sensing, and controlling each one!
Whether they could still absorb water, whether they could still "grow," whether they were soft or stiff, dry or moist—Shen Le could sense it all, down to every individual Silk Thread!
At the same time, the professor could only look with her eyes, feel with her hands, and rely on experience to make judgments.
Instruments could certainly be used, but they were not precise enough. They could not penetrate down to every Silk Thread, especially the warp and weft threads wrapped beneath embroidery floss...
So while the professor was still staring desperately at the large screen, Shen Le had already unfurled the entire roll of silk, spread it flat, photographed and scanned it, then shoved it under a microscope to capture its fiber structure.
Once all the work was complete, the silk was sent into the restoration cabinet to dry slowly in the shade. Only then did Shen Le come out to thank the teachers. His own advisor laughed heartily and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Several professors traveled all this way just for you, kid! So? Regretting not studying properly back in school now, huh?"
"I really regret it. If I'd known things would turn out like this, I definitely would've paid attention in class, practiced hard during practical lessons, strived for full marks in every subject, and pushed my GPA straight to