Tang Wen managed to compose himself quickly; though he didn't look pleased, the wild agitation he displayed upon receiving the mech space button was gone. Zi Ye glanced around and unexpectedly found him possessed of the aura of a melancholy prince, mentally awarding him a hundred points.

"Not bad. If he changed into prince attire, it would perfectly fit that weirdo's aesthetic standards!" She waved her hand with resignation.

"Too bad I'm broke; I can't afford such expensive clothes for you." Tang Wen's face darkened a shade, and he let out a small, internal huff, haughtily turning his face away. However, he soon realized his mistake.

He hadn't brought any clothes when he came out! Yin Fu sold clothing, but that required flying eighty thousand miles, and the garments were notoriously rough.

Zi Ye held no hope. This young master had clearly grown up surrounded by silks and delicacies; he wouldn't deign to wear their coarse homespun.

For the first time, Zi Ye felt a headache coming on. How casually she had treated An Junlie before!

An Junlie, who had scrambled through difficult circumstances since childhood, was easygoing about everything—what to do, what to wear, never picky. Now, before Tang Wen had even started to nitpick, she was subconsciously preemptively picking for him.

How vexing. After the meal, Zi Ye scurried into the room An Junlie used to occupy.

After rummaging through the wardrobe for what felt like an age, she finally unearthed a few pairs of shorts and shirts, turning back to Tang Wen. "Can you wear these, dear?" That's right; An Junlie had taken everything he brought when he left.

These few items were bought on Yin Fu Star; they were cotton-linen, reasonably comfortable, but the colors looked faded. Tang Wen stood stiffly in the doorway, peering at the clothes in her hand.

"What size?" "Hm?" Zi Ye paused, then understood, flipping a pair of pants inside out to find the tag. "Forty-four." Tang Wen scoffed, "That’s for fat people.

It doesn't suit me." Zi Ye blurted out, "An Junlie is not fat!" Tang Wen's eyes snapped wide open. "This is An Junlie's room?

These are An Junlie's clothes?" Zi Ye shrugged indifferently. "What's so strange about that?

He lived here before." Tang Wen was silent for a long moment, his pupils darkening slightly. He murmured softly, "I'm unhappy." The haughty young master was displeased.

He leaned against the door with a melancholic air, watching her without speaking. Zi Ye sighed, tossing the clothes onto the bed, ordering A121 to sort them out.

She truly couldn't decipher this fellow's moods; they shifted faster than the weather in June, always catching her completely off guard. "What do you want?

Just say it," Zi Ye walked up to him, opening her hands. "I only have two types of men's clothes here.

One set belongs to your grandfather, and the other belongs to An Junlie." Tang Shan was considerably shorter than Tang Wen, so his clothes were obviously unsuitable. An Junlie’s height was similar to Tang Wen’s, perhaps even a slightly better fit.

Tang Wen pouted, "I wear a thirty-eight." Zi Ye: ... That pouting gesture was distinctly her signature move when dealing with Blan!

In an instant, she recalled a small puppy a certain old dog used to keep, which always liked to imitate the actions of humans. To put it more charitably, it was like an infant learning movements from its elders.

Little Sprout, hanging on the doorframe, swung over to Tang Wen, glanced, and in Zi Ye's consciousness, burst out laughing, "Silly Zi Ye, even though he copied you, he does it much better than you!" Zi Ye angrily swung her hand at Little Sprout, batting it flying. Damn it!

Zi Ye absolutely refused to admit that she was defenseless against his pouting expression. She sighed, "How about we go to...

" She stopped before finishing "buy," suddenly remembering, "All the robots are size thirty-eight! You'll just have to make do and wear a robot uniform!" Tang Wen's face turned ashen a shade.

Zi Ye walked up to him, stood on her tiptoes, patted his shoulder, and chuckled. "The robot's uniform is standard issue, after all.

Congratulations." Tang Wen gave a soft, internal huff, tilting his face up. "Better than An Junlie's." Zi Ye burst out laughing and pinched his arm.

"His physique is much better than yours, kid! He has excellent muscle tone; he looks incredibly handsome in a short-sleeved shirt.

How can you compare?" That tone of absolute certainty nearly brought Tang Wen to tears. An Junlie, humph, just you wait!

He haughtily threw his head back, puffed out his chest, sucked in his stomach, and strode elegantly back to his room—deliberately slamming the door particularly loudly, as if venting his frustration! Zi Ye suspected that if Blan were present, he would have thrown himself into Blan's arms and rolled around throwing a tantrum.

Ah, truly an overgrown child. Sometimes she found it miraculous.

In her memory, she had kept a respectful distance from Tang Wen, her teacher. When did she become this familiar with him?

Now, where was the slightest hint of a teacher about him? A grown man acting spoiled toward her—she really wanted to smack him!

Zi Ye muttered these thoughts to herself before heading for a shower and bed. Her return to Yin Fu Star this time was purely to bring Tang Wen to see Tang Shan.

She had no pressing personal errands. Before sleeping, she sorted through recent events.

The item the weirdo wanted was secured; tomorrow, she just needed to hunt one Thunder Tiger Gall. Heh heh, hunting the Thunder Tiger Gall was Tang Wen's responsibility.

She was curious to see how he would manage to acquire it. In the morning, she woke up at six as usual and went to knock on Tang Wen's door.

One knock, no response. Two knocks, still nothing.

Zi Ye became angry and hammered on the door, "Bang, bang, bang!" Tang Wen was finally woken, groggily unsure of what was happening. He rubbed his eyes, sat up for a moment, and then collapsed back onto the pillows, mumbling into the sheets with a resentful undertone, "Blan, let me sleep a little longer..." Zi Ye outside nearly exploded with frustration.

Still not up at six in the morning? If she hadn't been awake by this time in the past, An Junlie would have likely kicked the door down.

Waaah, why was the difference between people so vast? And he mistook her for Blan!

Zi Ye's fragile ego nearly shattered into a thousand pieces. In the past, An Junlie would prepare breakfast by six and call her awake.

Now, she was calling him awake? This was intolerable!

She turned away, grabbed Little Sprout, which was flying near, and declared, "We're going to the workshop." Hmph, let him wake up to no food, let him wake up and find no one here, see if he dares sleep so late again! Once in the workshop, having nothing else to do, she summoned all the domestic robots there for maintenance and servicing.

After that, she sorted through all the reserved parts from previous mech constructions, organizing them neatly. Most of the older parts only had basic functionality, lacking any added details.

Looking at them now, they seemed superior in terms of ruggedness and raw performance. She shared her thoughts with Little Sprout, recording the inspiration and details piece by piece, completely immersed in the work, forgetting the time, and especially forgetting Tang Wen, that arrogant fellow.

Tang Wen finally woke up completely satisfied, climbing out of bed at eight o'clock. He instinctively called for Blan.

After calling for a long time without response, he remembered—Blan hadn't come with him to Yin Fu Star. He sat on the bed, brooding, concluding that not bringing Blan to Yin Fu Star was easily the biggest mistake of his year, bar none.

No choice then, he had to wait for Zi Ye. Ten minutes...

Twenty minutes... He sat idle for half an hour, and still, Zi Ye did not arrive.

The surroundings were silent, not a single sound. Tang Wen suddenly realized he would have to manage things himself and got out of bed.

Just as he stood up, he heard footsteps approaching from outside. He immediately sat back down, affecting an air of nonchalance, though his eyes were fixed on the door.

"Mr. Alien," a cordial male voice called from outside the door, "May I come in?" Tang Wen deflated, stood up, and immediately resumed his posture of arrogance and elegance.

"Enter." The door slid open. A121, having just been maintained, looked refreshed and bright-eyed.

He smiled faintly, inclined his body slightly, and presented a set of brand-new clothes. "Greetings.

This is customized attire for the F-series All-Rounder. Please make do." What a "make do"!

Tang Wen knitted his brows. It was another standard suit set with white gloves and a white cravat—it felt like he hadn't changed clothes at all.

Before he could speak, A121 set the clothes down and departed. He deliberated for a moment, then silently put on the clothes, adjusted his appearance, and went out to find Zi Ye.

He searched the room, then the study, then the kitchen—no one. He refused to give up, following the long corridor past Warehouse One, circling the entire house, still finding no trace of her.

A delayed realization struck him: Zi Ye had abandoned him! Tang Wen returned to the main hall and sat down in the rattan chair, gazing mournfully at the main door.

If there had been a piano here, he would definitely have played it to vent. Alas, this poor backwater place didn't even have a piano.

Tang Wen rolled around slightly, then looked up to see A121 standing by the door with his standard, unchanging smile. He couldn't help but ask, "You stand there all the time, aren't you tired?" A121 countered, "And you sit there all the time, aren't you tired?" Tang Wen choked, keenly feeling the malice emanating from the robot.

He stood up and asked, "Where is the rose garden?" He presumed Zi Ye would be in the rose garden? A121 gave him a sidelong glance.

"The airship has automatic navigation." Tang Wen, expressionless, boarded the airship and flew toward the weirdo’s rose garden. He had actually been disdained by a robot!

Before reaching the garden, one couldn't comprehend the sheer volume of roses. Upon arriving at the weirdo's rose garden, he suddenly felt that the roses on the asteroid patch had been few.

Now, looking from the air, the expanse was limitless flowers, predominantly deep red. At a glance, the surface seemed to glow crimson.

However, he did not see Zi Ye. He circled the area once in the airship but couldn't locate her.

Instead, amidst the sea of red roses, he spotted a small patch of blue roses. He landed the airship, intending to pluck a bouquet of the blue ones.

Blue roses would be nice for Zi Ye, perhaps? She could admire them, then use them for cooking, and the cuttings could be replanted.

A perfect threefold benefit. This fellow hadn't considered at all that his understanding of roses had taken a distinct turn toward the bizarre.

The moment Tang Wen stepped onto the ground, he suddenly heard a series of clear, pleasant, yet piercingly sharp sounds. While he was wondering about it, about a dozen little lolis poured out of a glass conservatory, splitting into two lines to flank him, surrounding him in the center, looking ready for battle.

Tang Wen, being an expert in mech construction, understood the capabilities of machinery far better than anyone else. He immediately explained, "I was passing by and saw the blue roses; I only intended to pick a few.

Please relay this to your master." The loli at the front shouted, "Damn alien, you are not allowed to touch our roses!" Tang Wen tried to say more, but the loli had a fiery temper and charged straight at him with a swing of her tiny fists. Tang Wen sidestepped smoothly, and the lolis behind him rushed forward.

Tang Wen narrowly avoided them, almost getting struck. He hadn't expected such small lolis to be proficient in combat.

Tang Wen possessed human pride and dignity; he was unwilling to be defeated by a group of little girls. But fighting such a group would also look strange, wouldn't it?

He didn't know that the day before, when Zi Ye had harvested roses, she had also installed a 'Violence System' on all the robots in the garden; every single one knew military boxing! Ding ding, an urgent communication signal blared—a message from Zi Ye.

"You big jerk Tang, 121 says you ran away from home?" Tang Wen felt immensely wronged. All the robots here were too hateful.

121 lied, and the little lolis attacked... He once again felt the malice directed at him by machines.

Unable to wait for his reply, Zi Ye used her super-signal to pinpoint his exact location and messaged again, "Wait a few minutes; I'm coming to find you." Tang Wen finally felt a bit relieved. He flashed a charming smile at the lolis, noting their stunned expressions, then turned elegantly and walked out of the rose garden to wait for Zi Ye.

Once outside the garden, he looked back and felt a sudden shock. The lifeforms on Yin Fu Star adhered to the Gamma baseline; most of their foliage was purple, including all the roses in the garden.

Yet, he noticed the leaves of the red roses were pale green, meaning this entire garden was composed of mutated roses! He was wearing white gloves anyway, so he spotted a red rose, keeping one eye on the little lolis in case they made a move, and reached out to snap a stem.

The lolis glared at him but unexpectedly did not intervene. The next second, the rose's thorn pierced through his white glove, pricking the pad of his finger—a sting that was both painful and itchy.

Tang Wen touched the stem of that rose; it was hard as iron. He simply could not break it.

He withdrew his hand, pulled off the glove, and the puncture site began to bleed. The beads of red blood were less vibrant than the endless roses in the garden.

He carefully wiped the blood away and murmured to himself in awe, "This is truly a remarkable planet. Even the roses here are this resilient." "Almost on par with metal," Zi Ye said, arriving on an airship and hearing his comment.

She interjected, "Too bad we don't know how to preserve and shape them. Otherwise, they would be an excellent material for mech construction." Tang Wen pondered, "Mech construction?" Seeing his expression, Zi Ye's face immediately fell.

"You think that's impractical too?" Tang Wen walked back to the rose cluster, carefully examining the stem, and mused, "Not entirely. I need to test the composition." Huh?

So it was possible? Zi Ye was overjoyed.

"That's not a problem. The weirdo has a detailed manifest; we can look it up.

If we need to test it ourselves, that’s fine too. He has plenty of robots; we can use his secretly, and he won't know.

Now, let's resolve the main issue, and then we can happily proceed with the research!" Tang Wen loved seeing Zi Ye in this vibrant, energetic state, free from trivial worries. He couldn't help but smile faintly.

"What is the main issue?" Zi Ye articulated each word slowly: "The Thunder! Tiger!

Gall!" -RS