Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 126 You think you're the principal?

Oh my god, is this ever going to end? Why did it suddenly stop?

"Waaaaah, you two are so pitiful, what a tragic love story!" I, in my Dafu form, cried and said sadly.

Wow, you cried just from hearing this one story? How sentimental are you? If you watched a Korean drama, you'd probably cry your eyes out!

Nowadays, TV dramas basically follow a trilogy format: cancer, car accident, and not dying.

The story this spider tells is quite ordinary; after all, I've seen this kind of pattern so many times in both TV shows and novels that I'm basically immune to it.

But Dafu was different. He was crying so hard that it was heartbreaking. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought that little fly was Dafu.

The spider was initially very sad, but seeing the suffering Dafu, it became so frustrated that it didn't know what to say.

It seems like I'm the one who's sad, right? Why is that little fly crying so much?

So the spider asked, puzzled, "Why are you crying?"

"That little fly is so pitiful, so pitiful. Isn't pursuing love your right? How could they tear you apart like this?" Da Fu cried as she spoke, as if she had been heartbroken by a scumbag.

After hearing Dafu's words, the spider glanced at me, and I quickly said, "Don't look at me, we didn't do anything."

The spider then withdrew its gaze and said, "Alright, stop crying. If you want to achieve your own happiness, then you should fight for it. You must fight for it, just like me."

As the spider spoke, it gazed intently into the darkness outside, as if it had made a very important decision.

Oh no, this spider is probably trying to trick me. It's been talking for so long just to tell me what happened, and now that it's finally finished, it's probably going to make me do some work.

The moment that thought crossed my mind, that damned spider actually said to me, "I have something I don't know the answer to, but I wonder if I could ask you for help?"

I quickly refused, saying, "No."

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Perhaps I refused too quickly, or perhaps I refused too decisively. My refusal stunned both Dafu and the spider. I don't know if they were surprised that there was such a heartless person as me, or if they couldn't believe that I would refuse to help after hearing such a tragic story.

After a long while, the spider finally reacted and said angrily, "It seems I was too gentle with you before. Will you help me or not?"

"Hey, let's talk this over. Can't I just not help?" I said in a very low voice. Damn it, if I anger that spider and it eats me, where am I supposed to cry?

"No." This time it was the spider's turn to speak to me in a tone of absolute certainty.

I was so frustrated. How could I help? You, a spider, couldn't even get your beloved little fly back. How could you expect me to do that?

Do you think I'm Superman? Or Superman?

I almost cried. What a terrible thing to do! How could I have encountered such an unreasonable spider?

"Then tell me, what can I do for you? Let's make this clear first, if it's something that's just asking for trouble, you might as well just eat me alive." I said, quite annoyed. Damn it, what kind of mess is this?

"Of course it's not about sending you to your death, it's just about going to a ball. You just need to bring that little fly to me," the spider said casually.

"You should give him a hand for 12 cents," Dafu said sadly from the side.

She seemed to still be in that sad mood, tears still clinging to her face.

"Fine, I agree," I said, feeling quite annoyed.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Yi Mao Er. The little fly's surname is Cang, and her given name is Jing Kong. I usually call her Sister Cang," the spider explained to me.

Holy crap, holy crap, I've heard so much about Ms. Cang, but what the heck is Ms. Cang?

There are actually people with the same name! And the fact that the fly has the surname Cang is just too random.

I was speechless, but since I had agreed, I figured I might as well give it a try. So I asked, "How are you going to rescue them? What's your plan? Why do you insist on flies from other places?"

"Here's the thing," the spider explained. "Xiao Cang's mother organized a dance contest to find her a husband. Whoever wins first place can take Xiao Cang away. In our area, we have a custom that after the agreement is made, we have to spend the night in a cave in the wild. That way, you can bring Xiao Cang to my place."

I think I understand now. He went to participate in a dance competition, won first place, and then brought Xiao Cang to find this spider. Although I don't know what this tradition means, it's great that he was able to bring it out.

But it's easier said than done. I don't know anything about it. I can't even dance square dancing, let alone any dance that could get me first place.

Speaking of which, flies can dance? What kind of crazy dance is that?

"Isn't this putting me in a difficult position? I don't know any dancing at all. Besides eating and being afraid of dying, I basically have no other merits. Have you picked the wrong person?" I said, feeling quite annoyed.

Forget about first place. Over the years, I've come in last place a few times. Whenever I participate in any on-site event, I can't even get into the preliminary rounds, let alone first place.

I've been a backup option for years, but while others are off having sex, all I can do is work on building up my biceps.

This is just asking me to go to some kind of dance party and win first place. Isn't that making things difficult for me?

This is no different from killing me. The only difference is whether I die now or wait to die.

“I don’t care, you’re the only fly from out of town I’ve met right now. Only flies can participate in that event, and most of those flies are terrified of me. How could they possibly help me? So you’re the only one who can help me,” the spider said very seriously.

"But I really don't have the ability to help you. You don't even look at my own situation. How can I possibly win first place?" I said, feeling quite frustrated.

To be honest, I was just being polite; I really didn't want to go and asked to be excused.

But the spider actually glanced at me a few times, then nodded with an expression of approval, as if it really had put me in a difficult position.

"Damn it, damn it! I was just being polite, you know? Am I that bad?" I screamed inwardly, feeling incredibly frustrated, but I endured it to save my life. After all, a real man can bend and stretch.

But after scanning me over a few times, the spider was quite disappointed, yet it still said shamelessly, "I don't care, that's your problem. I only care about the result; the process is your business."

Holy crap, this guy's tone is totally like a domineering CEO! He only cares about the result, not the process. Does he think he's a company leader? Does he think he's a department manager?

Do you think you're the school principal?