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.,“You’re dreaming. Xiao Ya and I have already made plans; we are going to New York first, then shopping in Hong Kong, and conveniently making a stop in Dubai, umm, then heading to Rome on our way back…” Night Yumei rattled off over ten place names.,Xia Tian was somewhat dizzy listening to her. He turned his head to look at Moon Qingya: "Sister Immortal, hasn’t Long-Legged Girl tricked me"。