Han Luyi had just sat down, before he had even put on his headphones, when Su Niannian came to stand beside him.
"There's something I need to tell you. Come to the meeting room."
As she passed Jiang Yixin's desk, Su Niannian didn't slow down. "Xiao Jiang, you come too."
Jiang Yixin hurriedly put away her phone and quickly followed.
The three entered the small meeting room in the corner of the shared office space. Han Luyi found a chair, sat down, and yawned.
Su Niannian shut the door and stood directly in front of the whiteboard.
"Although what you made last night was technically astonishing."
Han Luyi nodded.
"But—"
Here it came.
"The interface is way too rough." Su Niannian laid her phone on the table, its screen showing the generation page from earlier. "When you're dealing with programmers, powerful features are enough. They can read the code themselves. But your users are young women running milk tea shops, old men with street stalls, and self-media bloggers."
She swiped across the phone twice. "Interface, interaction, onboarding—those are nice extras for technical users, but they're crucial for nontechnical users. With the interface you have now, even I don't want to tap it a second time."
Han Luyi did not argue.
He had thrown it together overnight. It was already good enough that it ran; he truly had not touched a single line of CSS.
Jiang Yixin sat beside them with her shoulders hunched, not daring to make a sound.
Su Niannian continued, "And the name doesn't work either."
"Vibe-mode. I know you were trying to echo vibe coding, but if you tell a girl running a milk tea shop about vibe-mode, she'll think you're playing DJ music."
Jiang Yixin could not hold it in and laughed.
Han Luyi asked, "Then