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.,"What a weird name… What Xia, Xia, Xia…" At first the fatty didn’t think much of it, but then suddenly remembered something and started stammering.,"Isn't your mom called Cold" the girl asked anxiously as well.。