7 Chapter 7 Your Password Entry is Incorrect

"Auntie, have you come back to the country yet?"

"Lan, there's a very important emergency meeting here in Han City, so I won't be able to make it back tonight..."

"Oh, take care of your health, Auntie."

"I know, Lan, can you go and keep Jiajia company tonight...?"

"What's wrong?"

"I had promised to return to the country tonight and accompany her to summer camp tomorrow, but something came up here... I just called her, and she slammed the phone down. Could you go and coax her for me?"

"No problem, Auntie, focus on your meeting, leave it to me!" Wang Lan agreed readily.

When Auntie was pregnant with Song Jia, her husband had an accident during a scientific experiment. Later, Auntie started a biotechnology company on her own and raised Song Jia by herself.

When Wang Lan's mother went missing, Wang Lan was eight years old and lived at her aunt's house for three years before moving out to live independently. In Wang Lan's eyes, both her mother and aunt were incredible women, each reaching heights in their respective fields that many men could hardly achieve.

Some precociously wise children understand the pressures and hardships of adults, but others cannot comprehend why they seem to prioritize their careers over them. Wang Lan could understand both her aunt and Song Jia's feelings.

Get dressed, take the elevator, hop on the mini electric scooter and head out.

Auntie's house is in Fragrant Courtyard Bay, a high-end villa community in Suzhou City. Since it's summer, even though it's past six in the evening, the sun hasn't set yet. It will be completely dark around seven.

Fragrant Courtyard Bay is a fully enclosed community, closed to outsiders. Even deliveries and couriers must be handed over to the property management, which has designated people responsible for delivering goods to residents' doors.

First-rate service, efficiency, and quality are the hallmarks of Fragrant Courtyard Bay.

"Sorry, this community does not allow electronic scooters inside," a security guard politely told a girl who tried to enter on her scooter at the gate.

"Do you think I'm blind? I just saw an electronic scooter go in."

"That belongs to one of our community's residents."

"I'm a resident of this community too, let me in!"

"Sorry, you're not. If you're looking for someone, please give me their name, and I will contact them for you. Sorry, but please don't block the entrance."

The girl, failing to negotiate, had to step aside, and suddenly pulled out her phone.

"Dear friends at Jing Fish livestreaming platform, I originally wanted to take you all to appreciate the environment and atmosphere of Fragrant Courtyard's high-end community, sadly Qiuqiu can't even get through their gate.

It's no wonder that this is the community in Suzhou City with the strictest management and highest security level. Qiuqiu did some research before coming, and almost all the residents here are company bosses or regional presidents of listed companies. Therefore, such stringent management is understandable. You must carry an access card when going out, even riding the elevator requires a fingerp...

Wang Lan's scooter meandered toward Fragrant Courtyard. Seeing that the guard was stopping him too, the girl showed a Schadenfreude smile on her face. When someone's down on their luck and they have company, their mood tends to improve.

"Look, everyone, a pitiful child who's facing the same struggles as Qiuqiu is making an entrance. Brave young man, let's see how you'll get through this."

"I'm afraid, sir, that our community doesn't allow electronic..."

"Scram!" Wang Lan suddenly raised his foot.

"Mr. Lan, please come in!"

"Pfft... haha... are you trying to kill me with laughter?"

"666, Qiuqiu, it seems not that you can't get in, but that you entered the wrong password."

"Right, the unlock password is voice activated, just one word: 'scram'."

"Qiuqiu, now that you've obtained the password, hurry up and break through."

"It's no wonder this is the strictest managed and highest security community, with a voice-activated password like this, ordinary people would never think of it."

The guard chuckled as he returned, feeling a bit embarrassed by Qiuqiu's look, "He's one of our community's residents."

"You don't even know him, so how could you say that?"

"I've been a security guard in this community for three years now, I recognize every single resident. Mr. Lan comes here several times a month."

"Then why were you blocking him just now?"

"Isn't that a Pavlovian response? I have to stop dozens of outsiders like you every day, so I just went up there when I saw the scooter. It wasn't until I got closer that I realized it was Mr. Lan."

Wang Lan rode his scooter straight into the community; it's not that he was really that arrogant, but he knew the security guard, Liu, quite well. That "scram" was a joking greeting, much like how Wang Lan would occasionally kick Zhang Hao's butt and tell him to "scram".

He parked his scooter in the underground garage, taking up one of the spaces.

Once inside his aunt's house, Mrs. Feng, the housekeeper, was busy in the kitchen, "Mr. Lan is here?"

"Yep! Hello, Mrs. Feng." Wang Lan sat next to Song Jia on the couch. At that moment, Song Jia was staring blankly at the TV, hugging a teddy bear, with 'unhappy' written on the left side of her face, 'displeased' on the right, and 'angry' written across her forehead.

In any case, Song Jia's whole face spelled out anger, discomfort, and a wish to burst into flames.

"Jiajia, do you want to turn off the TV?"

"Mind your own business!" Song Jia responded coldly, pouting.

"Since you're not in the mood to watch TV anyway, keeping it on is a waste of electricity, isn't it? What's the situation with the summer camp tomorrow?"

As soon as Wang Lan mentioned this, Song Jia's eyes reddened and tears began streaming down her face.

"The top ten students from each grade at the end of the term, along with one parent, are to gather at the school by seven o'clock tomorrow morning to go to Sky Curtain Lake Resort Area for the summer camp.

"How could my mom do this to me? She promised she'd be back tonight... she always tells me to be credible, to have a sense of contract, but what about herself? She stood me up, stood me up!"

"Stop pinching; it'll break if you pinch any harder."

"Can't you go by yourself?" Wang Lan asked curiously.

"No, Sky Curtain Lake is an ecological resort area, and you must be accompanied by a parent. It wasn't easy ranking fifth in the grade... sob sob sob... Mom doesn't care about me at all."

"Come on, it's not such a big deal. Parents have to accompany you just to make sure you kids don't get into any trouble. Shall I go with you?"

"You?" Song Jia turned her face to size up Wang Lan, "Your face is too tender. Maybe you should stick on a fake beard, wear glasses..."

"You watch too much TV. I'm already of age with an ID card to prove it, so I can absolutely be your guardian. I actually have things to do tomorrow, but nothing is more important than Jiajia's matters, so I'll go with you."

With her eyelashes wet with tears, Song Jia blinked and said, "Since you're sincerely asking, I'll graciously accept your offer and take you with me."

"Not upset anymore?"

"I'm going to pack my backpack; I need to bring lots of tasty things..." Song Jia hopped away cheerfully.

It wasn't a lie to Song Jia that Wang Lan had something to do the next day. As a Star Martial Warrior, he needed to visit the Star Martial Hall for registration. Only registered Star Martial Warriors were allowed to brazenly carry weapons in public, and only as a Star Martial Warrior could one enjoy the privileges that came with the status.

Perks and benefits weren't important to Wang Lan, but being a Star Martial Warrior had its cool factor. Whenever he saw those Star Martial Warriors on the street, carrying Wolf Fang Clubs or with swords strapped on their backs, leaning on rugged off-road vehicles and hitting on girls, Wang Lan was so annoyed he wanted to castrate them.

The next morning, Song Jia kicked open Wang Lan's room door.

"Lazy pig, get up!"

Feeling the sudden impact, Wang Lan instinctively sprang up, and seeing Song Jia's excited red-faced expression, he silently looked at the alarm clock beside him.

"Lady, it's only five in the morning!"

"The sun is already high; get up for me!"

"Fine, I'll get up, but can you leave so I can?" Wang Lan scratched his messy hair, feeling that he had just fallen asleep after the excitement from awakening as a Star Martial Warrior yesterday, and now this brat was already causing a ruckus.

"I'm afraid if I leave, you'll just go back to sleep. Get up! You big lazy bug."

"I will get up, but I can't change clothes with you in my room. Surely you don't want me to accompany you to the summer camp in my pajamas, do you?"

"Oh, I'll give you five minutes."

They were to meet at the school at seven o'clock, but they arrived at half-past six. Wang Lan thought he was quite early, but to his surprise, some were even earlier.

"Jiajia, over here—" a girl called out, waving at Song Jia.

Wang Lan followed Song Jia, taking in this famous elite institution in Suzhou. Multi-Wheel Bilingual Academy, located in the Su City Park Trading District, boasted top-notch facilities and the finest teaching staff, along with exorbitant tuition fees to match.

Only the richest or most influential families could afford Multi-Wheel Bilingual Academy. These wealthy families entrusted their children to the academy, which in turn was obligated to provide the highest quality of education.

Rich kids are hard to manage, and misdeeds in the school are absolutely forbidden. The school's strict management wouldn't allow for bullying or misbehavior. Any child here was considered golden, and any incident would be a serious issue. Thus, if a student didn't conform to school discipline, they were simply asked to leave.

"Wow, is that the academic god?" When Song Jia arrived at the meeting point for the third grade with Wang Lan, her classmates who had been waiting there suddenly exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Wang Lan.

"That's not me, you've got the wrong person," said Wang Lan, adamantly denying it.

The title of academic god had been given to Wang Lan by the hundred thousand elementary and middle school students of Suzhou City. He first heard this rather dramatic name when he entered high school, after his alma mater, Chongshan School, published his grades and rankings from first to ninth grade.

The intent was to motivate students to emulate Wang Lan, to be diligent and studious. However, once the report card was made public, it turned Wang Lan into a legend, causing not a wave of learning enthusiasm, but a surge in superstitious worship.

From his first exam to the last middle school exam, Wang Lan, this beast, ranked first every single time. Class tests, grade exams, city-wide tests—he topped them all.

For students of his year, ranking first was an unattainable dream; they could only fight for second place at best.

Such an exaggeratingly glittering record, could it be the work of a human? Wang Lan, having been first every time over nine years, had achieved perfection and was bestowed godhood. Such a demon could no longer exist among mortals.

Soon, students prayed to the academic god before exams for assured passes, and tossing a coin while making a wish to the god seemed infallible.

Pray to the academic god morning and night, three sticks of incense each time.

When Wang Lan found out, he was so angry he nearly had an out-of-body experience.

So hearing this title again, Wang Lan's eyes filled with a rising intent to kill. These people before him were no longer cute little school kids, but a bunch of potential troublemakers...

"The academic god? Wow—I'm so moved to meet a living legend."

"Chubby, don't get too moved. I bless you with failing every time," Wang Lan said, his smile as sunny as could be, but his inner curse was venomous.

"Academic god, can you sign an autograph for me?"

"Sorry, I didn't bring a pen."

"This is a tablet; you can write directly on it." A tablet was handed to him, displaying his own ID photo.

"Where did you get this photo?"

"Downloaded it from the net, your photo hangs in the academic god bar."

Wang Lan wasn't really going to argue with a school kid, so he readily signed his name. As he handed the tablet back, he suddenly paused, "What size is this tablet?"

"Seven inches." The boy flipped his bangs proudly.

"Oh dear, sorry, I accidentally pressed delete..."

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