Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 130 You're Called 9527

What nonsense about the world being so big that you should go see it? The so-called "going see it" just means going from a place you're tired of to a place other people are tired of.

They haven't even discovered the unique beauty of their own place, yet they're running off to other places; it's utterly ridiculous.

That's complete bullshit.

It's exciting to see me like this now, but how many people would actually try it?

All I want is a peaceful, ordinary life. I don't need any of that bullshit excitement or craziness.

I just want a peaceful and ordinary life. Are we wrong? Where did we go wrong?

Is it wrong to have your own pursuits? Just because our pursuits are too stable?

I watched the security captain slowly walking towards me with great displeasure. I completely forgot about the mission. My eyes were filled with anger. What kind of bullshit logic is this?

If the security captain tells me I'm not up to standard, I'll immediately berate him until he doesn't even recognize his own mother. All those jokes I've watched weren't for nothing.

I glared angrily at the security captain, and he felt my angry gaze. My angry gaze clearly enraged him.

The security captain flew up to me, clearly annoyed, and shouted, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

“You didn’t say I can’t look at you, so why can’t I look at you? You can look at me, so why can’t I look at you?” I said loudly.

"What's your name?" the security guard asked, clearly annoyed.

"My name is Yi Mao Er, sir," I shouted loudly. Almost everyone else could hear me.

"From now on, you have no name, only a code name. You'll be called 9527, understand?" the security captain said loudly.

"Why? I'm called 'One Cent Two'!" I shouted very loudly.

"Since you've qualified to participate in the competition, your competition number is 9527, so you'll be called 9527. Understand?" the security captain shouted angrily.

I was instantly dumbfounded. I was prepared to be eliminated, so why did they suddenly let me pass? Was it intentional, so they could sabotage me during the competition?

I didn't understand for a moment, what does this mean?

"9527, you're in a daze. From now on, you'll be called 9527, understand?" the security captain shouted loudly.

"Yes...yes, I understand." I answered loudly as well.

Then the security captain flew past me and continued to patrol the contestants who were not suitable to participate.

However, because our loud shouting had attracted everyone's attention, many flies turned their eyes toward me.

When I looked up at the stage at the Butterfly Princess, the DVD seller looked at me with a slightly turbulent gaze, as if she had something to say to me. I didn't remember the princess. Did I look like someone she knew?

Because the performance of "Princess Butterfly" was still ongoing, she finally sat down to continue watching the performance on stage, but she still glanced in my direction from time to time.

I'm puzzled. I don't recognize that Butterfly Princess. Could it be the little butterfly I rescued before? But it doesn't seem like it. The distance between them is too great.

I racked my brains but couldn't figure it out, so I gave up thinking about it. Maybe it's because I'm handsome?

I thought rather narcissistically, "Why think so much if I can't figure it out?" So I continued to wait for my turn to perform on stage.

But watching those flies dancing on the stage, can you even call that a dance? They're just crawling around on the stage.

I shook my head at the sight. Don't they have any sense of aesthetics at all?

But then again, it seems I can't dance either. I probably can't even climb as well as others.

So as I got closer and closer to that stage, my heart started to race with nervousness.

Just when I was feeling really nervous, a weirdo came up on stage, which temporarily eased my anxiety.

Perhaps it was because several big-name judges were present, or perhaps it was because the environment and design were too much like the competition venue for "So You Think You Can Dance China".

So one fly, in its tense waiting, subconsciously assumed that this was the scene of a competition.

The fly went up and began to tell its blood and tears story of dancing. It said sadly, "I started learning to dance when I was very young. On one of the times, my father was eaten by a crow while he was taking me to dance class. But when the crow was carrying my father away, my father just shouted to me, 'Dance is your life, it is your artistic life. Keep going!' After that, my mother and I depended on each other for survival."

At this point, the audience below burst into tears, and even the judges on stage started crying. I looked around and it seemed like everyone was crying except me.

"So what is your dream?" Jin Xing asked cooperatively.

Holy crap, this line sounds so familiar. What is a dream? It's so unrealistic!

As the saying goes, everyone must have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between them and a salted fish? But what's the point of having a dream if it's realized? A dream is something to dream about and think about.

It's unrealistic; it's just a dream, a fantasy. If it came true, it wouldn't be a dream anymore.

So when asked by the guest, the fly said in a pretentious manner, "I want to marry Young Master Cang, and then we can dance the most beautiful dance in the world together."

At this moment, a loud whirring sound of wings began below, as if all the flies were moved by the words of these flies.

I just feel so disgusted. This is a blind date, not a competition of misery, and it's not for art. Is it really necessary to say so much?

However, this guy did successfully attract everyone's attention, that's for sure.

This guy looks like he'll be a tough opponent. Things aren't looking good now.

"Hmm, very good, not bad. Now, please perform one of your best dances," said the dragonfly judge.

"Okay." The fly replied and slowly flew towards the center of the stage.

I thought this guy was going to have some amazing performance. He was talking so enthusiastically before, could he really have some amazing performance?

So I was drawn to that guy; I wanted to see what kind of dance skills he had.

The creature lay on the ground and began flapping its wings incessantly, then started spinning wildly in circles.

What the hell do you call this a dance? What kind of crazy dance is this? It's like a fly that's fallen to the ground and tries to get up, but it can't, so it starts frantically flapping its wings to try and get back up.