Qiao Yue used to be a conservator-restorer. She had restored cultural relics as well as old buildings. Her understanding of the style and structure of ancient city towers was no less than any expert's.
It was not difficult for her to repair a stage prop created by students.
She walked up to the pile of Styrofoam and collected the scattered pieces and nails.
Qiao Yue placed the pieces together in the same order as before. Other than the connection points which had been destroyed, there was no other damage.
"Does anyone have a pair of scissors?" Qiao Yue asked.
Someone quickly handed her a pair of scissors. Qiao Yue cut one of the Styrofoam boards from the middle and a few uneven shapes at the joint.
Xu Hao, who was watching, was a little confused. "Qiao Yue, are you planning to nail them together?"
