Ziye didn't want the Twins to leave her, so she had no choice but to keep her worries to herself. Her mind raced, but a smile bloomed on her face.

"You've arrived at the perfect time; you can sample our one-of-a-kind Super Rose Feast." The Twins replied, "Good." "Sit here for a moment; I'll go prepare the roses," Ziye said, handing Douzai over to the Dead Pervert. "I’ll have him take a look." The Dead Pervert looked at the creature, so fat its head was barely visible, its short, thick limbs swallowed by its round body, and he felt a surge of anxiety for it.

This thing would crush its own legs eventually. The Dead Pervert felt that the weight was too much for his own withered arms and decisively shook his head.

"You carry it in yourself." Ziye pursed her lips and was about to walk inside when she suddenly felt warmth in her hand, followed by something wet and sticky dripping onto her palm. A sharp, metallic scent flooded her nostrils.

Ziye couldn't help but shriek, "Ah, Douzai pooped!!" The Twins stared at Douzai in astonishment. "It hasn't gone once in the many days it’s been at the hotel." "That’s why the problem is so severe." Ziye finished speaking and was already sprinting into the greenhouse; when this creature decided to go, it went with spectacular results.

With the previous experience under her belt, Ziye's handling method was much more mature. She instructed the robot to bring a metal container to serve as a toilet and had Douzai squat directly over it.

Just as the Dead Pervert predicted, its limbs truly couldn't support its weight, and it sprawled flat over the 'toilet,' looking at her with moist eyes, murmuring, "Meow~" Ziye used a razor blade to scrape off the metal residue clinging to her hand, saying irritably, "You are not a cat; stop meowing at me." Douzai remained silent for three seconds, then chirped, "Jee-jee, jee-jee-jee." Ziye's face darkened a shade. "Maliciously acting cute is shameful." Little Sprout fluttered in, protectively positioning itself in front of Douzai.

"You are not allowed to look down on my son." Ziye spread her hands. "Wonderful, you take care of him then." No sooner had the words left her mouth than Douzai let out a sneeze.

A powerful gust of air shot from its nostrils, catching Little Sprout, who was shielding it, dead center. The airflow tumbled it end over end, sending it flying until it slammed against the wall.

Little Sprout stuck the tiny sprout on its head against the wall, managing just barely to avoid falling to the floor, and wailed miserably, "Wuuu, how could my son treat me like this?" Ziye scoffed. "You brought this upon yourself." She stepped out of the glass room and saw the Twins sitting thoughtfully beside the roses, playing with the blossoms.

Ziye was instantly overcome with embarrassment. She rushed over, plucked a rose, and instinctively moved to tuck it behind the Twins' ear.

If this had been Shaxinnie or Aina, they surely would have turned with a charming, flirtatious smile, perhaps even asking Ziye to help take some photos for a portfolio. But the person before her was the Twins.

Sensing someone behind her, the Twins unleashed a hand chop—swift, fierce, and powerful. Ziye flinched backward in fright.

The strike landed squarely on Ziye's hand, sending a wave of sharp pain through her, and she found she couldn't lift her arm again. Her face fell.

"Twins, that’s attempted murder!" The Twins stood up, saw it was Ziye, and looked momentarily ashamed. "Apologies.

I’m not used to people standing behind me quietly." Ziye looked at the innocent rose that had fallen to the ground and resolutely decided that "ambushing" a soldier was a terrible choice. However, this didn't stop her from vividly imagining what the Twins would look like with a rose tucked in their hair.

The Twins kept their hair short enough to show their ears, and their features were so sharp and resolute; the sight of them wearing a rose would surely be hysterically amusing. But Ziye couldn't tell her son that; she could only enjoy the secret mirth internally.

Seeing Ziye’s strangely twitching expression, and then noticing her bruised and swollen arm, the Twins assumed she was in pain and apologized profusely. Ziye gave her a bag of dried roses as a snack and led her on a walk through the rose garden.

During the entire break, the only peer Ziye saw was the Twins. Only when she was with the Twins did she remember she was still a student, even though the Twins possessed not a single attribute usually associated with students.

The Twins recounted everything that happened at the hotel, providing Ziye with an attentive audience. Ziye looked at the cold, stern face of the Twins and silently thought: With friends like this, why dwell on their origins?

Only then did Ziye finally let go of her lingering concerns. After treating her to a selection of rose-infused foods, Ziye reluctantly saw the Twins off.

Douzai had finished his business and was chirping on the toilet. Ziye hurried over, wiped its bottom clean, picked it up, and set it on the floor so she could exercise.

She deeply felt that if she didn't exercise, the creature would eventually become obese or develop hemorrhoids!! Sometimes she felt like a miserable martyr, playing the role of both father and mother, and after all that, she still had to sort out the affairs of the Sprout Group.

She washed her face, settled her mind, and logged onto the official website. To her shock, the website's traffic had quadrupled since she left!

Could Hu Zi have been inflating the numbers? She immediately pinged Hu Zi, only to be met with intense disdain: "Have you looked outside?

What's been happening these past few days? The Queen Type's troubles and subsequent vindication have been broadcast daily on every media outlet with a name across the entire galaxy.

How could it not be trending?" Even the King of Advertising couldn't achieve the effect of non-stop media coverage. Hu Zi was an astute individual.

At the peak of the vindication news cycle, he launched the Sprout Group's image advertisements. The group's image, which had hit rock bottom, completely flipped; the Sprout Group had now skyrocketed to become the hottest robotics corporation, far surpassing the second-place holder.

Ziye internally cried out in relief. To prevent too steep a drop-off when full sales commenced, she had specifically created a reservation page; one needed a reservation slot to purchase on the official launch day.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to capitalize on this momentum. She navigated to the reservation backend and nearly went blind.

For all three featured robots, the number of reservations was nearing fifty thousand each! Every time she refreshed, the data jumped another foot higher.

Ziye's initial budget had planned for an initial offering of ten thousand units per robot. It was clear now that the numbers needed to double.

She checked the returned inventory. There weren't many retail returns; the total was less than ten thousand.

The three models slated for the launch had been returned in bulk shipments, totaling one hundred and twenty thousand units. This meant that one single sales launch would clear out all the stock.

The Springtime of the Sprout Group was finally dawning! She conferred with Hu Zi and they decided to cap the three main robots at thirty-five thousand units each, then populate the sales interface with a few other decent models that only had a few thousand in stock.

After finalizing that, they would also list the two hundred recipes for the kitchen robot as accessories, with each recipe program download priced at only five credits. Previously, the Sprout Group had expanded too rapidly; they had enough products, but too few staff to manage the subsequent service, and feedback mechanisms had always been purely nominal.

Now, it was like starting over from scratch, shedding all the clutter before the official launch to stand on the interstellar market with a firmer footing. Hu Zi was extremely efficient.

In the few days Ziye was with Yin Fu, he had already restructured the official website's technical department. The team used remote conference calls to establish improvement plans, racing against time to finalize the roadmap and implement it step-by-step.

In this great Interstellar Age, even at its peak, success relied not just on the product, but crucially on service. Everyone had learned this lesson the hard way.

The official website's tech department was left with only one veteran; the rest were novices. This was their first time collaborating, and despite their best efforts, the synchronization was lacking.

Ziye stayed with them, wrestling with the complexities until 11:00 AM the next day, finally achieving completion. The final comprehensive check wrapped up at 11:50 AM.

Ziye, frazzled and exhausted, couldn't worry about formalities anymore. She handed the backend to Little Sprout and rushed off to register an account herself to experience the thrill of snagging a robot.

Countdown: 3, 2, 1, time’s up! Ziye opened three virtual screens: one monitoring core data exchange, one tracking the growth of backend orders, and one for her personal attempt to purchase a robot.

To prevent server lag issues, they had designed a queuing strategy. Only thirty thousand users could pass through at once; those who missed the window had to queue for the next wave.

Ziye’s neural interface was powerful; she squeezed into the first batch. Before she could even gauge the sensation of the rush, the tech lead’s voice blared out, "Server capacity is insufficient.

We must expand!" Ziye had no time to worry about her own purchase; she urgently checked the backend exchange data. This server had been built to the capacity of a super-MMORPG; it shouldn't be inadequate.

Ziye watched the backend data refresh wildly, her eyes sharpening. She shouted, "Doudou, someone is hacking our server!

Get them out quickly!" Besides commanding Little Sprout to seize the intruders, Ziye didn't stand idly by; she began bolstering the firewall. What was supposed to be a smooth sales launch devolved entirely into a hacker war.

The opponent was exceedingly cunning. Every time Ziye thought she had blocked them, they would slip back in like an eel, tampering with the website's code.

As the enemy modified things, Ziye cleared the intrusions, daring not to relax for even half a second. But even so, she was gradually being forced back.

There was more than one attacker! They were clearly targeting the Sprout Group.

Ziye couldn't know who they were, but she knew this sale had to succeed. Otherwise, not only would the Sprout Group's reputation plummet, but the unsold inventory would destroy their cash flow!

Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down. Ultimately, she was just an amateur; she couldn't possibly contend with professional hackers.

In less than three minutes, her administrative privileges were seized. Ziye groaned weakly and collapsed onto the floor.

Ziye asked listlessly, "Doudou, how is it on your end?" Ding— Ziye snapped back to alertness and glanced at the robot purchasing screen. A large box had abruptly popped up: "This batch of robots is now sold out.

Welcome to our next offering." Huh? The website hadn't been hacked?

Ziye jumped up from the floor. New streams of data were flashing across the data exchange screen, leaving her utterly dumbfounded.

Little Sprout chirped smugly, "Silly girl. The permissions you 'lost' just now were bait I threw out for them, making them think they succeeded, but it was a fake.

I followed the thread all the way back to their terminal!" Ziye leaped up in sheer delight. The devil may have a thousand tricks, but the righteous path has ten thousand.

Little Sprout was indeed the most capable. Ziye hugged Little Sprout tightly.

Little Sprout complained indignantly, "The opponent was too sly; they just pulled the power plug!!"