Chapter 78 I suddenly feel dizzy

Chapter 78 I suddenly feel dizzy

Hu Jiahong nodded in agreement: "That's right. We should not only organize them, but also draw wisdom from them and pass them on."

Wang Shichong looked at their serious expressions, nodded secretly in his heart, and smiled, "I feel relieved and have no regrets that you can attach so much importance to ancient books. Well, I will teach you how to properly repair and preserve books."

As he spoke, Wang Shichong walked to the bookshelf, took down a book that looked worn out, and showed it to them: "First, for damaged books, we need to clean the dust first, and then check the degree of damage. If it is only slightly damaged, we can use special paste to repair it."

Xu Guokun asked curiously: "What if the damage is serious?"

Wang Shichong pondered and said, "That requires professional restoration technology. There are specialized restorers in the Imperial College Library who will use professional techniques and materials to repair them. However, restoring ancient books is a meticulous and time-consuming job, so you must be patient."

Liao Zhen gently stroked the pages of the book and sighed: "Every book is like a story. They witness the changes of history and carry the hard work of countless people."

Zhang Anjie nodded and said, "Yes, we should treat these books like friends. They accompany us as we grow and enlighten our wisdom."

Wang Shichong continued: "In addition to restoration, the preservation of books is equally important. We must ensure that the books are stored in a dry and ventilated environment to avoid moisture and insects. Every once in a while, we also need to check the books to see if there is any damage."

Zou Ting raised his hand and asked, "What should we do if the books get damp?"

Wang Shichong smiled and replied, "Books that have been damp should be dried in time, but remember not to expose them to direct sunlight to avoid damaging the paper. Usually we put them in a ventilated place to let them dry naturally."

Liu Mengmeng said thoughtfully: "It seems that sorting out ancient books requires not only skills and patience, but also respect for these books."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded and said, "Yes, every book is the crystallization of the wisdom of our predecessors, we should cherish them."

Under the guidance of Wang Shichong, Huang Ban's disciples began to carry out tedious and meticulous work, some of whom were responsible for classification, some for restoration, and some for preservation.

Kang Yining and Hu Jiahong were in a team responsible for repairing some damaged books. Kang Yining carefully used paste to mend the pages of the books, and whispered to Hu Jiahong: "Repairing these books is like talking to the ancients, which makes people feel very close to them."

Hu Jiahong smiled and replied: "Yes, this is a unique experience. I think it is also a kind of luck that these books can be restored again after countless years."

Zhang Anjie and Xu Guokun were responsible for the classification and arrangement of the books. They classified the books one by one according to the method Wang Shichong said and placed them neatly on the bookshelf. Zhang Anjie said with emotion: "These books are like a treasure trove of knowledge. We are just their managers and we have to protect them well."

Xu Guokun nodded and said, "Yes, we must treat every book with care so that they can be better passed down."

Liao Zhen and Zou Ting are responsible for the preservation of the books. They carefully check the preservation of each book and make timely adjustments. Liao Zhen said: "These books have witnessed the changes of history. We want them to continue to shine in the years to come."

Zou Ting agreed and said, "Yes, we must leave precious wealth for future generations."

In the process of sorting out ancient books, they not only learned a lot of knowledge, but also enhanced their friendship. They faced difficulties together, solved problems together, and shared the joy of harvest together.

As night fell, the Imperial College Library was brightly lit. The students in the Yellow Class were still busy, and their figures looked particularly focused and devoted under the lights.

The next morning, Liao Zhen and other boys met Deng Ziqiu at the cafeteria entrance.

"Zi Qiu, will you come with us to the Imperial Academy Library to sort out the ancient books?"

Deng Ziqiu looked up, and the haggard look on his face startled everyone.

"Zi Qiu, what's wrong with you? Did you not sleep well last night?" Jiang Zhiyu took a step forward, his brows full of concern.

Deng Ziqiu shook his head gently, trying to hide his discomfort, but he still couldn't hide the fatigue in his eyes: "It's nothing, maybe I just stayed up late last night."

Qi Zimo frowned and said, "Zi Qiu, if you have something to worry about, don't force yourself. We in the Huang class are all brothers, so don't worry that we will laugh at you."

Zhang Anjie also followed suit and said, "Yes, Ziqiu, if you are not feeling well, you can take a rest first. It is not necessary for us to sort out the ancient books."

Deng Ziqiu looked at everyone's concerned eyes, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart, but he still forced a smile and shook his head: "Thank you for your concern, I am indeed a little uncomfortable, but I can still hold on. It is also my job to help sort out the ancient books."

Hu Jiahong patted Deng Ziqiu on the shoulder and said, "In that case, let's go together. But, Ziqiu, if you can't hold on, you must tell us, don't just hold on."

Deng Ziqiu nodded, and everyone walked towards the Imperial College Library together.

Along the way, everyone asked about Deng Ziqiu's condition with concern, and Deng Ziqiu responded with a smile, saying that he was fine. However, his steps became heavier and heavier, and his face became paler and paler.

Finally, everyone arrived at the Imperial College Library. This is an ancient building, which houses countless precious ancient books. The yellow class disciples have clear division of labor and are busy.

Deng Ziqiu was in charge of compiling a set of ancient books called the Book of Changes. He carefully flipped through them, trying to find errors and omissions. However, his eyes became increasingly blurry and his mind became increasingly absent-minded.

"Zi Qiu, are you okay?" Kang Yining noticed that something was wrong with Deng Zi Qiu and asked with concern.

Deng Ziqiu forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little sleepy. You guys continue, don't worry about me."

Kang Yining looked at Deng Ziqiu with concern, but he had to keep busy in his heart. He knew that Deng Ziqiu was a strong man, and he would not admit that he was unwell unless he had no other choice.

At this moment, Deng Ziqiu suddenly felt dizzy, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. Everyone rushed over and exclaimed.

"Zi Qiu, what's wrong with you? Wake up!" Liu Mengmeng shook Deng Zi Qiu's body in panic.

"Zi Qiu, open your eyes and tell us where you feel uncomfortable?" Qi Zimo nervously checked Deng Zi Qiu's breathing.

Deng Ziqiu tried hard to open his eyes, looking at the anxious faces of the crowd, his lips trembling: "I... I'm fine, I just suddenly feel a little dizzy..."

Zhang Anjie immediately helped Deng Ziqiu up and said, "Ziqiu, you can't tidy up anymore. Let's take you to see a doctor."