I'm a newly graduated cultural relic restorer. The network asked me to livestream the restoration of a thousand-year-old Ru kiln porcelain vase shattered into dozens of pieces.
On the first day of the stream, the whole internet was cursing me: “A girl born after 1995 thinks she can restore a national treasure? She'll probably destroy it!”
“This is obviously just a publicity stunt!”
I ignored them and got straight to work. Three days later, I had repaired the vase, which had been smashed to bits, filled in its missing inscription, and restored it to its original appearance.
The experts dropped to their knees on the spot, saying it was a national treasure they had never been able to restore, no matter how hard they tried!
After that, I restored damaged murals, ancient books rotted to mush, and bronze artifacts rusted to pieces. I even uncovered an entire forgery network.
The whole internet started calling me “Guardian of National Treasures.” The people who had cursed me now camp out in my livestream every day, waiting for me to restore another treasure.
Me: “Can't help it. This is what I trained for.”
