The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 591 Don't move! There are no Tibetans here! No enemies—

"Beware!"

"Watch out!"

"Your armor is coming to hit you!!!"

The comments section erupted like a fountain. Professor Zhang's eyes narrowed, and he rolled on the ground to dodge the blow from the octagonal purple-gold hammer, simultaneously pulling hard:
click!
The power cord was yanked out, the live stream was immediately cut off, and the screen went dark. At the same moment, the alarm installed in the studio went off loudly.

"Beep beep—beep beep—beep beep beep beep—"

The piercing sound almost shattered the roof. At the entrance of the research institute, two special agents jumped up simultaneously:

"what happened!"

One grabbed surveying equipment, the other a weapon, and they dashed out. As they ran, they raced against time to call Shen Le:

"Mr. Shen, something's happened to Professor Zhang... Could you please take a look?"

Shen Le is closer to them! He can act faster! Moreover, whether it's the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword or the other weapon spirits around him, providing support would be a matter of minutes. Perhaps the matter would be resolved before they even arrive!

Shen Le was in a flurry of activity. He had just followed the instructions provided by the bearded man, arranging all the nail plates in order and placing them in their respective positions on the table;
The leather straps for wearing armor were also sorted, woven, and laid out one by one;
Set up the camera, prepare to record, turn on the screen mirroring, and start playing the planning and demonstration video of the rope threading process;
He picked up the nail plate in one hand and the first leather cord in the other, ready to get to work...

"Hey! Wait! Don't move around!!!"

On the workbench in front of him, the armor that had just been laid out and whose chest section was basically intact jumped up!
The chest section jumped up, followed by the tattered back. Then, the newly repaired, yet-to-be-attached armor plates floated up one after another as if they were magnetized, sticking to the bottom.
Then, the helmet flew over and landed above the neck, while four beams of strange light emanated from the two shoulder blades, landing directly on the arm guards and decorating the armor into a majestic shape...

"What are you doing! Don't move!"

Shen Le jumped up and spread her arms wide, trying her best to stop him. He hadn't even finished scrambling, how could he jump up like that!
Even Nezha isn't as unconventional as you!

Nezha reshaped his lotus incarnation, with sections of lotus root laid out. Before the refining process even began, the lotus root lay obediently, and without any prompting, it jumped up and attacked people!
The armor ignored Shen Le. It stood ramrod straight, glanced left and right, and then gracefully headed towards the red wedding dress. Without any hesitation, it drew the curved sword from the red wedding dress's waist.

What are you doing!

The red wedding dress dodged to the side. Without Shen Le's instruction, it did not draw its sword to resist, but simply floated in the air, clinging to the corner of the ceiling, drifting to a place out of the armor's reach;
The armored figure paused, about to make another move, when the small oil lamp jumped out, and a thin bolt of lightning struck the front of the armor with a crack:
【stop!】

The armor… the armor didn’t hold its ground. Or rather, it suddenly lost its ability to “hold its ground” and collapsed with a crash:

The helmet rolled twice after landing, but the shoulder guards supported it and it didn't break.

The worst part was the armor plates. Shen Le had painstakingly arranged them into a shape, but they all collapsed and piled up on the ground. Shen Le was on the verge of tears.
"I have to pick it all up and rearrange it again..."

This thing takes me so much time to set up!

He received a call from the Special Affairs Bureau at that moment. Upon hearing the situation, he was completely stunned:

What?
He was scolded and left, but then he ran to Professor Zhang's room?

So all you need is a body, right?
Whether this body is the original one or newly made, you don't care at all, right?

Oh, I guess he still cares. He doesn't like 3D-printed plastic armor; it has to be metal plates...

Regardless, the source was on his side, so he definitely had to help. Shen Le gave a soft shout:
"The Green Lamp!"

"I'm here! Shall I go take it down?"

"No... Just keep an eye on it and don't break it. I'll go over and reason with it," Shen Le said with a headache.

On the ceiling, the fluorescent light flashed three times to indicate that it had "heard," and then the light stabilized, clearly indicating that the small oil lamp had already gone over;
Shen Le paused for a moment, then continued to summon:

"Little Sister Zhong!"

I'm here! What do you need me to do?

"Keep an eye on this side... don't let anyone in. If that armored creature comes back, keep a close eye on it and don't let it escape."

Since it's a pen holder with the Zhong Kui marrying off his sister pattern, and it's named Zhong Xiaomei (Little Sister Zhong), and the clay figurine has been worshipped for a long time... it should have some power, right?

Capturing a set of armor shouldn't be too difficult, right?
【give it to me! 】

More clay figurines leaped out, reaching out to grab the armor. The décor figurines rushed forward, carrying one dressing case after another, and charged to the armor plates;

He put down the box, squatted down, picked up the nail plates one by one, stuffed them into the dressing case, and locked the box with a "click".

Shen Le breathed a slight sigh of relief:

"Okay, I'm leaving now! I'll go check over there!"

He grabbed the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword and dashed off. He stormed into Professor Zhang's studio, where the professor was locked in fierce combat with an armored warrior, wielding a shield in one hand and an octagonal purple-gold hammer in the other.
"block!"

"block!"

"Block again!"

"fight back!"

"Hit!"

Shen Le: "..."

Is it any wonder he's a professor specializing in armor repair? He can don armor, create melee weapons, and even fight with them in his hands—

Don't underestimate a fight. In fact, most people's strength is only enough to hold a shield with both hands or a hammer with both hands, trying their best to block and protect themselves...

"The Green Lamp!"

He yelled, "What are you doing?!"

Why haven't you subdued that armored warrior yet!
Even if you don't want to subdue it, shouldn't you at least lower the electric fence and trap it?
I ran all the way from the building next door!!!

I'm here!

On the rooftop, a silvery-white ball of light slowly descended, bobbing and swaying before him. The small oil lamp hummed softly, almost with a hint of grievance:

[He wouldn't let me intervene! He said he'd fight it out, and we'd talk if he couldn't win! I've already tried my best to keep him safe! If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have even touched the shield before he was hit!] Uh… okay. Shen Le relaxed slightly and focused on observing. Professor Zhang, shield in one hand and hammer in the other, fought with great force, dodging and weaving among the workbenches, instruments, and tools scattered on the floor with agile footwork;

He truly lives up to his reputation as an expert in armor repair. He runs his own workshop and makes a living by crafting armor. He's probably also involved in full-armor combat, as his movements are quite disciplined.

His students, however, weren't so good at it. Some crawled under the desks, others hid behind the equipment, their faces filled with fear and trembling.
The idea of ​​a professor fighting a suit of armor is not only absurd in terms of its world-building, but the armor's physical attack capabilities are also off the charts, aren't they?

Look, there are two broken stools lying on the ground. They used them as shields in their desperation!

One strike, armor shattered!

Amidst his busy work, Shen Lebai nodded to them, signaling reassurance. Upon closer inspection, the armor's offensive power was extremely ferocious; a single blow from the hammer could send Professor Zhang, shield and all, flying three steps away.

Fortunately, his movements weren't very agile; he wobbled and occasionally stumbled. It seemed this new body wasn't very user-friendly, and he wasn't quite used to it...

"Professor Zhang! I'm here to help you!"

Shen Le shouted. He gripped the Five Thunder Peach Wood Sword tightly, seized an opportunity, stepped forward, and slashed hard at the armor.

A spark flew from the sword tip, landing precisely in the air between the arm guard and the hammer. In an instant, the seemingly empty air trembled like ripples on water.
The air was somewhat like ice, and somewhat like jelly. The peach wood sword sliced ​​through it, and the resistance was palpable, as if it were cutting through something supple.

However, even the strongest resistance crumbled amidst the lightning flashes of the sword.

With a soft cracking sound, the mysterious entity connecting the arm guard and the hammer exploded. The armor fell to the left, while the hammer flew to the right, immediately crashing to the ground and rolling several times...

The armor let out an angry shriek, lowered its head, and lunged forward. Shen Le didn't hesitate; he lunged back and pinned it down firmly with both hands.
"Don't move! Don't move! A long time has passed! There are no Tibetans here! No enemies—"

As he spoke, he generously channeled heat into the armor, causing it to surge back and forth. His left hand pressed against the body armor, while his left elbow bent to press against one shoulder guard and arm protector.

His right hand pressed down on the helmet, while his right elbow pressed against the other shoulder guard and arm guard. Even his legs weren't idle; his calves were crossed over and pressed against his greaves, and he lay completely prone.

"Don't be nervous! Don't attack! More than a thousand years have passed! There are no Tibetans here anymore, you don't need to fight anymore..."

He murmured repeatedly, trying to soothe it. The leaves rustled and vibrated incessantly, desperately expressing their anger.

Even the octagonal purple-gold hammer rolled over, trying to merge with the main body, but Professor Zhang pounced on it and firmly pinned it down.

"Phew...phew...thank goodness you came, Xiao Shen...what's going on with this thing? Why did it suddenly jump up and start hitting people?"

Shen Le shook his head, pressing down hard on the armor, feeling its struggling force.

Wave after wave, and then another, growing lighter and lighter, it was unclear whether it had exhausted its power or had been persuaded by Shen Le.

In short, after three waves, Shen Le tentatively let go, and the cat no longer sprang up aggressively, but just lay obediently on the ground, motionless.

"...Shall we go back?"

Seeing that it was obedient, Shen Le got up, squatted down next to it, and reached out to pet it:
"You're not used to this armor, are you? It's newly acquired these past few days, so it's definitely not as good as the old one... Is there anything you need to discuss with me?"

The armor shook its plates, then collapsed completely, changing from a bulging, open state to a flat, normal-looking state.

Shen Le breathed a sigh of relief and picked it up in her arms:

"Professor Zhang, I'm sorry, I need to take it back first and then I'll talk to you. Could I borrow this suit of armor for a moment?"

Do you want me to help you deliver it?

As the bearded man asked the question, his hands began to move, gathering his greaves, arm guards, and helmet, searching for ropes and boxes.

Almost at the same moment, two secret service agents rushed over:
"How? How is it? Whew..."

Ah, at least everyone's alright, that's great. As for the rest, we can take it slow, no rush...

"It's nothing, I just pieced it together roughly. The spiritual energy has just started to rise, so it's a bit restless." Shen Le smiled at them while holding the armor.
"Um, could you guys scan and record this, and then I'll clean up the rest? I'd appreciate it if you could take care of cleaning up the lab here?"

The two senior officials from the Special Affairs Bureau breathed a sigh of relief. Frankly, even if Shen Le had ignored them and simply taken the items away, they wouldn't have been able to say anything.
Experts like Shen Le, who are hired by the Special Affairs Bureau, have authority over handling unusual matters that is already above theirs.

However, it's great that Shen Le allowed them to take notes first. That way, they'll have an answer when their boss asks later, right?

They sped up, scanning with all their might. After finishing, Shen Le carried the armor back to his workshop, muttering to himself the whole way:

"Our own armor is fine, don't go stay at someone else's house, okay? These armor plates are all yours, and even after I've finished stringing all the armor together, it will still be yours..."

The brand-new armor he was holding remained motionless, whether it was tired, simply didn't want to speak, or hadn't evolved the ability to "speak" yet, no one knew.

Even when Shen Le went into his studio and placed the brand-new armor made by Professor Zhang next to the Tang Dynasty armor, making sure they were pressed tightly together, it was still limp and needed to be supported by his hands to stay upright...

Shen Le, wearing a suit of armor in each hand, diligently provided heat to support the spiritual transfer. After a long while, he felt the Tang Dynasty armor beneath his right palm tremble slightly, as if trying to support itself.
"Lie down, lie down." Shen Le quickly pressed it down, constantly soothing it:

"Stop messing around. You're not fully repaired yet, so you don't have much power right now. Once you're fully repaired, what are you going to do with it, what are you going to do with it?"

After being soothed back and forth for a while, the Tang Dynasty armorer struggled to push the newly made armor from a few days ago off the table, and then lay still.

Shen Le gestured to the little guys to "keep an eye on it," then quickly grabbed the new armor and ran out of the workshop, handing it to the Special Affairs Bureau guy:

"Scan it, is it clean now? If it's clean, you can return it!"

Thank goodness, it's really clean. The scanner scanned it seven or eight times, and only a few residual fluctuations remained, just below the control standards required by the Special Affairs Bureau.

If you're feeling bold, you could just sell it directly without any worries. Of course, Professor Zhang still had some concerns and didn't dare sell it for money…

It's decided, he'll keep this suit of armor that used to be used to fight!
The two Secret Service agents finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, their joy was short-lived; they had barely finished scanning when they received a phone call:

"What's going on here? An unusual event is being live-streamed! The buzz has exploded!"

"Ah...we don't know what happened either..."

Fortunately, Qiu Ran Ke's fan base isn't very large; it mainly consists of armor collectors, full-armor combat enthusiasts, and blacksmithing enthusiasts.

The number of people who saw the problem with the live stream was not large, only a few hundred, and the problematic segment was less than a minute long.

Unfortunately, someone was quick enough to record the live stream, cut it up, and upload it online, where it immediately went viral...

(End of this chapter)