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.,Before the chubby boy could finish his sentence, the bespectacled boy interrupted him: “Listen to me, not him! He's just a second-generation rich kid. My dad is an acting deputy and my grandpa is a vice-provincial governor; I am a second-generation official. How can being a second-generation rich compare to being a second-generation official like me Join me if you want to have a future...",Once Xia Leng had gone about fifty meters or so, they suddenly snapped out of it and started chasing after him together.。