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Chapter 018 An Accidental Inspiration

With the help of Dyson air purifiers and ergonomic cushions, Limitless Studio's living environment has been upgraded from a "refugee camp" to a "comfortable home".

Lunch break.

The table was piled high with takeout boxes.

"Sister-in-law, have some water."

Jia Pengxiu handed over a freshly opened bottle of mineral water with a fawning expression.

"The water temperature is just right, neither too cold nor too hot."

"Sister-in-law, have some fruit."

Zhang Annian also brought over the washed grapes.

"This cushion is amazing! My back doesn't ache at all today. My sister-in-law is like a second mother to us."

Wen Ning sat next to Jiang Ci, holding a paintbrush and doodling in her sketchbook.

Faced with this sudden show of kindness, she felt a little uneasy.

"Um...no need to be so polite."

Wen Ning's cheeks flushed slightly. "Just call me by my name, don't call me sister-in-law..."

It's not even close to being done yet.

Moreover, she's a villainous female supporting character who's always ready to run away!

If you're all so enthusiastic, how will she have the nerve to make a move later?

"That won't do!"

Jia Pengxiu declared righteously, "The person who resigned from Brother Ci's position is our own sister-in-law. I will be the first to object to anyone who dares to disrespect her."

Jiang Ci sat next to him, holding a tablet and looking at data.

He didn't refute this.

She glanced at Wen Ning out of the corner of her eye, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

It didn't stop these people from shouting.

Wen Ning could only bury himself in his painting and pretend he couldn't hear.

……

3 PM.

The atmosphere in the studio suddenly became tense.

"They sent it back again?"

Jia Pengxiu stared at the email on his computer screen and let out a wail.

"This is the third version already! What exactly does the client want?"

Zhang Annian also took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and looked utterly desperate.

"The customer said it's 'too rigid,' 'lacking in warmth,' and 'like industrial software from the last century.'"

"Brother, we're building the backend for a security system! What else can we do but be flexible? What kind of temperature do we need? Should we add a hand warmer?"

Jiang Ci walked over.

He stood in front of the screen, looking at the UI that had been pushed back.

That's typical STEM male aesthetic.

The background is deep black.

The lines are a glaring blue.

All the buttons are right-angled rectangles.

The data charts are densely packed and exude a high-tech feel, but they are indeed...

It was cold and icy.

Like a heartless killer.

"The function works fine."

Jiang Ci objectively commented, "But the interactive experience is indeed a bit lacking."

"Today's users look at not only the features, but also the appearance. An ugly interface definitely affects their willingness to use it."

"But we're tech people!"

Jia Pengxiu shrugged. "Brother Ci, you want me to write code? You want me to do design? All I know is red, yellow, blue, green, black, white, and gray."

"Our team doesn't have a UI designer either, and the previous outsourcing work was even worse."

A group of grown men stood around the "ugly" interface, looking distressed.

The air froze again.

Just then.

The system in Wen Ning's mind, like a shark smelling blood, excitedly jumped out.

[Host, your chance has come!]

[Detection indicates the male lead's team is in trouble.]

[Mission issued: Go cause trouble! Interfere with their work!]

[Task Requirements: Demonstrate your ignorance and lack of professional knowledge, using your superficial aesthetic sense to interfere with their professional judgment! Make them think you're just a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun!]

Wen Ning tightened her grip on the paintbrush.

make trouble?

At this critical juncture?

They're all worried about the project. If they go up and give orders now, will they get kicked out?

But looking at Jiang Ci's tightly furrowed brows...

Wen Ning felt a little sorry for him.

If a project fails to pass this screening process, will it be affected in terms of funding?

Forget it.

Since the system wants her to cause trouble, then she'll go and "cause trouble."

Anyway, she studied fine arts, so she shouldn't be too unskilled when it comes to aesthetics.

Wen Ning put down his sketchbook.

She stood up and walked over like a proud peacock, her high heels clicking on the floor.

"Make way."

She squeezed into the crowd and stood next to Jiang Ci.

Jia Pengxiu and the others immediately fell silent, thinking that their sister-in-law had some instructions.

Wen Ning stared at the screen for two seconds.

Then, he curled his lip and let out a sarcastic "Tch."

"this one?"

She stretched out her finger and pointed to the blob of blue-black squares on the screen.

"It's so ugly."

"Is this what you guys finished after pulling several all-nighters? It looks like a coffin lid."

The entire room fell silent.

Jia Pengxiu's face turned a deep liver color.

Although I admit it's ugly, being so bluntly told that I look like a "coffin lid" is still a bit of a blow to my self-esteem.

System: [Excellent! Continue! Attack their aesthetic sense!]

Wen Ning continues to contribute:

"And this blue is so dull! It makes me want to sleep."

"Why do all the frames have to be right angles? They're so sharp they look like they're going to stab you to death."

"It has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever. If I had to use this kind of software, I'd rather use Excel."

Jiang Ci turned his head to look at her.

I'm not angry.

Instead, she asked, "So, what do you think should be done?"

Wen Ning was taken aback.

She originally just wanted to make a couple of sarcastic remarks and then leave.

But looking at that ugly, cringe-worthy interface, my professional instincts kicked in.

As the most beautiful girl in the oil painting department of the art academy and a top student who received scholarships every year, she really couldn't stand this color scheme disaster.

"Get out of the way."

Wen Ning nudged Zhang Annian, who was sitting in front of the computer.

Zhang Annian quickly offered his seat.

Wen Ning sat down.

She gripped the mouse.

Although she can't write code, this is just a prototype design, and she can still do simple drag-and-drop and coloring.

There was a drawing tablet right next to it.

Give me the pen.

She picked up her drawing pen.

[Host? What are you doing?]

The system asked in confusion.

【I told you to cause trouble, not to do anything!】

Wen Ning retorted inwardly: I'm just scribbling! I don't understand code, I'm just messing around with color schemes, isn't that causing trouble?

She took a deep breath and began to operate.

First, the background.

"Black is too depressing."

She changed the background to a textured dark gray-blue and added a little bit of noise texture.

Instantly, that rigid industrial style became sophisticated.

Then, the lines.

"Right angles are too sharp."

She rounded the corners of all the rectangles.

The originally sharp interface instantly became soft, rounded, and approachable.

Finally, there's the crucial color scheme.

"It needs to be warm."

Wen Ning recalled Jiang Ci's usual cold demeanor, but the warmth of his palms.

She replaced those glaring fluorescent blues with low-saturation Morandi colors.

The key data points were accented with warm orange-yellow.

Like a light in the dead of night.

Or perhaps... a bowl of porridge on a rainy night.

She's very fast.

After all, he paints oil paintings, so his sensitivity to color is ingrained in his bones.

Even in random scribbles, the sense of balance in the composition remains.

Ten minutes later.

Wen Ning put down his pen.

"Alright."

She clapped her hands, looking at the brand-new interface on the screen.

Deliberately putting on a casual demeanor:

"I just made some minor changes. Anyway, it looks better than your coffin lid."

She stood up, bracing herself for the ridicule or anger of the crowd.

After all, she completely altered what others had worked so hard to make.

however.

There was only deathly silence behind me.

Wen Ning was a little flustered.

She slowly turned around.

Jia Pengxiu's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

Zhang Annian pushed up his glasses and pressed himself against the screen.

Even those engineering guys who usually only know how to code were stunned at this moment.

"this……"

Zhang Annian pointed at the screen with trembling hands.

"Holy crap?"

"Is this still the same crappy interface as before?"

Jia Pengxiu swallowed hard.

"advanced."

"That's so high-class."

"Isn't this... that flat design that's been all the rage these past few years?"

"And this color scheme is so pleasing to the eye, it's not tiring at all."

Zhang Annian abruptly turned to look at Wen Ning, his gaze as if he were looking at a deity:

"Sister-in-law! That's amazing!"

"This is exactly the feeling we wanted! It's high-tech, but not cold and impersonal!"

"Incredible! If this were sent to the client, they absolutely wouldn't be able to find any fault with it!"

Wen Ning: "...Huh?"

She was stunned.

No, I'm here to cause trouble!

system:【……】

System: [Host, your mission is to demonstrate "ignorance." You call this ignorance? You call this a dimensional reduction attack!]

Wen Ning looked at Jiang Ci, somewhat at a loss.

"Um...I..."

Jiang Ci stood behind her the whole time.

I watched the whole process as she turned the ordinary into the extraordinary.

He doesn't understand color matching, but he understands feeling.

Looking at the new interface, he felt a sense of relief, and the anxiety in his heart was soothed.

That's her style.

Gentle and delicate, yet possessing a unique vitality.

He looked at Wen Ning's expression that seemed to say, "Did I mess up?"

A hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

There is also a deep sense of pride.

He stepped forward.

He reached out and ruffled Wen Ning's hair.

He straightened her hair, which he had just messed up.

"Is this the kind of trouble you wanted?"

He asked in a low voice, his tone tinged with amusement.

Wen Ning blushed, but stubbornly said, "I just think it's ugly... I can't stand looking at it."

Jiang Ci turned his head and looked at his teammates who were still drooling over the screen.

He suppressed his smile and regained his usual decisiveness.

"Listen to her."

He pointed at the screen.

"Change it to this."

"From now on, I'll listen to my sister-in-law regarding the UI design."

"Okay!"

Jia Pengxiu agreed with a thunderous roar.

"My sister-in-law is our chief designer!"

Wen Ning stood beside Jiang Ci, surrounded by a group of people who admired her.

She looked down at her hands.

Then she glanced at the hint of pride on Jiang Ci's profile.

The inferiority complex of being a "pretty face" in one's heart.

It seems... a little bit is missing.

It turns out, she wasn't just a troublemaker.

She can help him too.

It was all by accident.

But this feeling of fighting side by side.

very nice.