37 The Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army 

"Brother, I have an agreement with your monitor Liu Tao. It's getting late now. You will rest in our camp, sleep soundly, and we will send you back tomorrow morning."

Yuan Lang gesticulated with the communicator in his hand, looking at the depressed teenager and said enthusiastically.

"All right."

Yuan Fang nodded. He looked at the time and it was already over 12 o'clock at midnight.

This night, a "wet nurse" took care of two classes. The workload was really huge, causing him to be exhausted and just want to have a good sleep.

The night was already deep, but the side of the bonfire was extremely warm. The beating flame transferred the heat to the body and was warm. Yuan Fang simply lay down, slept with his head on his arms and clothes.

Before sleeping, Yuan Fang stared at the starry sky again, fantasizing about what great changes should take place in the human world when the big black stars slowly descend in the sky.