On a morning, an eight or nine-year-old boy walked into Tomorrow's Noble School. He carried a backpack and looked like he hadn't slept well; standing at the entrance, he yawned several times.,The bespectacled boy was also cut off by the overly-developed girl: “Pfft, stop arguing! Kid, join me instead; whether they are second-generation rich or officials, don't they all end up crawling under my skirt I'll let you in on a secret, the prettiest girls in school are all with me!”,"Big Brother, Big Brother, I’m willing to be your horse and ox!。