The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

Zhang Wenhao looked at the address Aurora had sent him.

There is a very famous residential community in Nanshi called Nanshi Qingwan.

I heard that many low-profile celebrities live there, unlike those marketing communities that over-hype online to attract wealthy internet celebrities and even become tourist attractions.

It's truly high-end; aside from locals, it probably doesn't have much recognition.

Even the gatekeepers weren't just sitting blankly in the security room; they were standing guard meticulously.

"Who are you?"

He stopped Zhang Wenhao, who looked quite ordinary.

"I'm here to see a friend; she's a homeowner here," Zhang Wenhao tried to start a conversation.

The security guard listened expressionlessly, only offering a slight expression of apology:

"I'm sorry, could you please have her come down and check? For the safety of the residents, I really can't let you in directly."

Competent, competent in every aspect.

After hearing this, Zhang Wenhao didn't intend to argue with the security guard.

Why should working people make things difficult for each other?

After suppressing his urge to leave, he still called Aurora.

After two beeps, the call was connected.

"Feed".

"Hmm, you're not coming? That's okay, I can deliver it to you."

The girl who interacted with the robot asked this question right away, which made Zhang Wenhao feel a little embarrassed.

Such a sensible girl made him unable to refuse her for a moment.

"Emmm...no, the security guard at the gate said that a resident needs to come down to pick someone up."

After Zhang Wenhao finished speaking, the other end of the line suddenly fell silent.

She didn't understand?

He wasn't sure what the robot girl's Chinese proficiency was like.

Just as he was about to patiently repeat himself again, the person on the other end of the phone spoke.

"Okay, I'll claim you."

Her tone was calm, with a hint of matter-of-factness.

I understood then; it was about organizing language...

After hanging up decisively, Zhang Wenhao realized that the other party had used inappropriate words.

How can you use "claim"?

This term can only be used for pet cats and dogs.

How could I not have recognized it for a moment?

It must be because there are too many dialogues in the game, which has subtly weakened my ability to respond to language in real-life contexts.

It must be like this.

He pondered this.

Next, he stood there staring at the gatekeeper, looking at each other blankly.

"Want one, young man?"

The security guard suddenly spoke.

"No, thank you. I don't smoke."

Before Zhang Wenhao could finish refusing, the security guard lit one for himself.

"Brother, don't blame me. Being a security guard isn't easy. We can't let strangers in, but we also can't neglect the residents' important friends."

"Sigh, it's hard to be a person."

After he finished a cigarette, he seemed to become much more sentimental, and melancholy words kept coming out.

Zhang Wenhao's lips twitched.

So, the person who made eye contact with me just now was thinking about how to apologize.

"It's okay, we're all brothers."

Zhang Wenhao also became straightforward and generous, instantly elevating his seniority by several levels.

The two were chatting casually when they spotted a head of golden-brown hair in the distance.

Even Aurora, who stays at home, remains meticulous in her companionship.

She was wearing a plain-colored loungewear outfit, with her hair tied in a neat ponytail, and extremely small earrings, like jewels, adorning her ears.

Look closely, the collar is crisp and straight, and there's still gold hidden in the cuffs, all neatly arranged.

"I've come to claim you."

She spoke softly.

What?

Upon hearing this, the gatekeeper suddenly felt that even the cigarette in his mouth didn't taste good anymore.

I heard some shocking words.

claim?

Even though I'm not very educated, isn't that the kind of language used between owners and pets?

I looked at the newcomer again with some doubt.

He's a pretty boy, with fair and delicate skin, and still young.

Do young people these days play such elaborate games?

Zhang Wenhao had already noticed the strange look in the doorman's eyes.

However, it seems he can't explain it clearly in the short term.

Without saying anything, he simply followed Aurora into the upscale residential area.

The landscaping in the community is very well done, unlike ordinary residential areas where the landscaping is mostly just weeds that no one takes care of.

The plants and wildflowers here have all been carefully trimmed for aesthetic purposes.

It even referenced the design of Suzhou-style gardens, with windows every five steps and mountains every ten steps, subtly incorporating landscapes.

Zhang Wenhao was amazed by what he saw.

It's nice to have money.

Just as he was reminiscing, the girl next to him, who was a head shorter than him, suddenly turned around and handed him a key.

"Here you go, the key."

"???"

Zhang Wenhao was taken aback, but subconsciously took it.

Aurora seemed oblivious to anything amiss, and simply explained, "In that case, you can let him observe you next time, and then you'll be allowed to pass."

She seemed to speak much more fluently than the last time we met.

But it seems like we've gone astray.

He spoke in a very literary style, almost as if he were missing a single classical Chinese phrase.

However, these are not the main points.

The key point is, she just gave herself her house key like that?

Beware of fire, theft, and especially your childhood sweetheart, girl.

"No need for the key, just let me know next time I come."

Zhang Wenhao scratched his head and handed the keys back.

"Oh well."

She then very naturally took the key back.

They behaved very obediently.

It was as if they weren't thinking at all; as long as Zhang Wenhao spoke, they simply assumed everything he said was correct.

Then, go upstairs, swipe your card, and open the door.

Zhang Wenhao thus entered the girl's home.

Surprisingly, the large apartment wasn't as opulent as I had imagined.

Instead, the large areas of white decorations are elegant yet sophisticated.

Sometimes you can question the aesthetic sense of wealthy people, but you can't question the aesthetic sense they've created with money.

Zhang Wenhao changed into guest slippers and stepped onto the clean floor, almost reluctant to put his foot down—afraid of leaving a single footprint and ruining the pristine cleanliness.

Aurora, oblivious to his awkwardness, walked straight to the island counter in the open kitchen.

He pulled out a chair and sat down, then patted the chair next to him, a simple gesture as if summoning an obedient pet.

"sit."

Zhang Wenhao's lips twitched, but he still sat down.

"What would you like to drink? Water, tea, coffee, juice, carbonated drinks, electrolyte water." She rattled off a list of options without pausing, as if reading from a pre-prepared menu.

"Water will do..."

Aurora nodded, got up, took a glass bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, poured it into a glass, and pushed it in front of him.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, without any unnecessary movements. Even the coasters were placed squarely and parallel to the edge of the table.

"Thanks."

Zhang Wenhao took the cup, took a sip, and found that the water temperature was just right—cool, not too cold, not too warm.

He began to wonder whether this was precisely calculated or just good luck.

It seems that everything is arranged perfectly in her hands.