Who knew she would twist her ankle, her body swaying slightly, her heart panicked, and her grip loosened. The Chis she was holding suddenly crashed onto the table under everyone’s watch.
"Be careful!" The old cultural relic restoration teacher’s face changed drastically, rushing forward fearlessly in an attempt to catch it.
However, there was no ti.
They watched helplessly as the Chis, embodying ancient culture, fell onto the table, and the recently repaired part broke.
Now, the whole venue was silent.
The other two guests were stunned by the sudden unexpected event, and even Maxwell Dunn, known for his skill in livening up the atmosphere and controlling the scene, was caught off guard, staring dumbly in place.
"Move aside!" Nathalie Quinlan was the first to react, pulling her away.
It was only then that Felice Owen snapped out of her blank state, and upon seeing the ss she had caused, her eyes reddened as she turned to the lens, crying in panic: "I, I didn’t an it. I just got tripped up."
Nathalie Quinlan was expressionless, glancing at her coldly, not even bothered to respond, and said to the distressed old restoration teacher holding the Chis: "Did you bring restoration tools? This, I can fix it."
The cultural relic restoration expert hesitated, his eyes cloudy yet wise, clearly showing surprise as he looked at Nathalie Quinlan, uncertain: "Young girl, you know how to restore cultural relics?"
Nathalie Quinlan gently picked up the Chis broken by Felice Owen, nodded succinctly: "I’ve restored so old objects before."
The Pharmaceutical Association’s Book Repository has quite a few old things.
For instance, so aged dicine chisels, books.
She stayed there for a while, researching and learning so relic restoration skills in the process.
However, her specialty was ergency relic restoration.
The restoration and preservation of cultural relics belong to more ticulous work, requiring experts to spend ti specializing.
Right now, her task was to conduct quick ergency restoration of the broken Chis.
Soon, the staff brought suitable tools like small tweezers and magnifying glasses for cultural relic restoration.
Nathalie Quinlan wasn’t one for idle chatter, nor did she bother with anyone else.
She took the tools brought by the staff and began working with the cultural relic restoration expert on ergency repair of the Chis...
The two were extrely focused.
Thus, they attracted everyone’s attention to the ergency restoration of the relic, leaving Felice Owen, crying pitifully like Pear Blossom, unacknowledged.
After crying for a while and noticing nobody paid attention, Felice Owen awkwardly wiped her tears, feeling constrained under the lens.
She had to suppress her full-throated remorse and displeasure, joining the others in watching Nathalie Quinlan repair the relic.
She even pretended to show an anxious and uneasy expression.
*
The show, originally focusing on traditional musical instrunt introduction and relic history, had turned into ’ and the Master Restorative Repairing a Relic’.
Yet the audiences watching the live broadcast were quite enthusiastic.
The comnts above were about to explode.
"U1S1, Felice Owen went too far, crying like that, it’s just ridiculous!"
"Am I the only one captivated by Nathalie the Goddess in her cargo pants? So cool, in love!"
"Wow, how does Felice Owen have the face to cry? I’m sick of it!"
"Our girl was obviously tripped, who knows who did it. Please, so esteed figure, let us off. Stop using trolls to stir things up!"
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