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.,“Little guy, hurry up and tell us, who are you gonna ally yourself with” the bespectacled boy asked as well.,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!”。