Is Picking on an Idiot Fun? (Continued)

Pretty cute.

Rosaliya and Liliya engaged in some friendly high-intensity interaction, which mostly consisted of butting heads. Their red-and-white and blue-black horns collided, neither side able to gain the upper hand. Seele awkwardly tried to mediate. It was always the same old routine, and it quickly became tiresome.

He made his way to the cockpit.

Bronya was piloting the spaceship.

At the orphanage, her skills were the most well-rounded. Other than cooking, Zhao Bai did not know what he could do better than her.

"Do you have a plan in mind?"

Bronya asked as her fingers lightly flipped a mechanical switch on the console. Zhao Bai had thought it was some impressive mechanism, but Bronya had merely turned on the ship's radio. A soothing melody drifted out—a waltz excerpt from Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake."

"Mm... I do."

Zhao Bai easily immersed himself in the music. He knew this piece well, though only from the famous cartoon "Tom and Jerry." As a layman who did not particularly enjoy studying music, that level of familiarity was already beyond the syllabus.

The ship swept through the sea of clouds, silently descending as it entered stealth mode.

The operation began.

"Enter stage mode."

Zhao Bai spoke.

Bronya was somewhat puzzled. As an amateur pilot, she had not known the ship could be voice-controlled. As soon as his crisp command fell, the cloaked spaceship appeared in midair and began folding in a strange manner—a massive stage unfolded, its carpet dark red, spotlights flashing and crisscrossing overhead. There was even fitting synthesized applause. Zhao Bai nodded in satisfaction.

Rosaliya's eyes lit up.

None of this was beyond Zhao Bai's expectations.

Across from them stood Zaya Corporation.

Zaya's emblem was a deep, dark red that complemented the carpet perfectly. All they needed to do was let the