The box was hastily pieced together, with black and silver metallic sheen interwoven, creating an indescribable splendor.
Under the sun, it was somewhat glaring.
And at this moment, the young warrior following the three professors could finally relax.
He too plopped down to the ground.
Only then did Professor Zheng notice the specks of white crystalline granules on his back and patted his shoulder:
"Good lad!"
He now understood—
Earlier, the young warrior crouched in the tent, not out of laziness, but to shield them from the wind.
No wonder the parts hardly got out of order later.
Recalling the big hole colleagues dug in the tent last night, he couldn't help but glare at the old man—
Cared about digging holes but not repairs!
Look at how tired the child is!
He couldn't help but want to tease him, couldn't he find something else to block?
Yet then he realized, the tent needed to be clean and quiet, and everything inside was important.
