Flower Protection Ex

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.,"I’m Xia Leng, the ‘Xia’ from summer and the ‘Leng’ meaning cold." The little boy said lazily: "Feel free to go beat up my dad.","I'm okay now." A faint voice sounded: "I'm back."。