Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 128 A Dance Contest to Find a Husband

Finally, we arrived at the scene of the martial arts contest for marriage. But when I got there, I realized that it wasn't a martial arts contest at all; it was a dance competition by the Chinese dance show.

They even invited the judges; all that's missing is the abbot saying, "What do you want to drink, honeycomb honey grapefruit tea?"

I watched with great frustration as the judges came out one by one and appeared on stage, but when the last butterfly appeared on stage, it was just too beautiful.

It felt like I had stepped into a high-definition 3D animation world. The butterfly seemed to come alive, and its beautiful appearance amazed me.

What amazed me even more was that the butterfly looked somewhat familiar to me, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

But I really can't remember where I saw it. Although I experienced a lot along the way, it was all dangerous and involved escaping, but I clearly remember that I didn't recognize any butterflies.

Even during major competitions, I have never seen such a beautiful and elegant butterfly.

Why does it feel so familiar?

I looked at the butterfly with great confusion, but after it sat down, it started talking to the two seniors. It was only then that the host's voice pulled me back from my thoughts.

"Young men, the judges are ready. Now it's my turn to appear. I think you've all come here for my daughter, so I need to show you her talent to show you who you're working so hard for. With that motivation, you'll work even harder. So, without further ado, please welcome my daughter to the stage." After saying that, the host left the stage.

The entire stage went dark, and just then a firefly suddenly lit up in the air, its light shining directly on the center of the stage.

I don't know when, but a fly appeared in the center of the stage. It was a very small and cute fly.

I swear I've always hated flies, after all, flies are one of the four pests, but I only discovered today that flies can actually be cute.

The little fly in the center of the stage looked like a helpless child, making people want to protect it and feel sorry for it. That fly must be Xiao Cang.

Xiao Cang looked at everyone with her head down, feeling shy and sad. Her eyes were filled with sadness, but to those around her, it looked as if she was begging for their pity.

Not only did I not feel any aversion, but I even felt a protective instinct towards the flies around me.

As the first light in the sky lit up, countless other lights suddenly appeared around her. Xiao Cang, like a goddess in the center of a stage, was filled with a mysterious and hazy aura under the lights.

Xiao Cang slowly flew around the stage once and then flew towards the back of the stage. As Xiao Cang slowly flew towards the back of the stage, the lights began to turn off one by one.

The entire stage went dark again, and then suddenly a light shone in the dark sky, and the host slowly walked out.

"Now, right now, it's about to begin, so are you all ready?" the host shouted in a very authoritative manner.

"Ready, ready at any moment!" shouted the swarm of flies below.

Oh my god, this slogan sounds so familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before. I thought for a while before I remembered, isn't this a song I sang when I was a kid?

I never expected that these flies would learn from this and even use it as a slogan, shouting it in such a neat and orderly fashion.

"Alright, young people should be energetic and passionate. I'm getting old, and the future belongs to you young people. So, without further ado, let the competition officially begin," the host said excitedly.

After he finished speaking, the lights went out again, but soon the stage was brightly lit up, and a large number of fireflies were flying around on the stage, instantly illuminating the stage as if it were daytime.

The host then disappeared, and just then, the first fly flew towards the stage, and the competition officially began.

What really frustrates me is, isn't there a number or something? Are flies such civilized and polite creatures? They don't fight or scramble for anything?

This doesn't fit the nature of flies. Flies always swarm and create chaos, no matter what they're doing.

Why are you being so well-behaved now? What's going on? I looked around in frustration, and to my dismay, there was supposed to be a queue before going on stage, but now there was a queue of countless flies.

As soon as the competition started, a fight broke out below. Fortunately, the organizers probably anticipated this possibility and increased security. The fight didn't last long before the participants were thrown out.

The remaining flies could only obediently line up and wait. I had come to participate in the competition, so I quickly flew over there. My main goal was to win first place. I had to think of a way, otherwise I would have come for nothing.

But no matter what, you have to queue up first, otherwise you won't even have a chance to queue up later.

When I arrived at the queue, there were already a large number of flies waiting in line.

Holy crap, this line of flies is really surprising!

There are flies of all shapes and sizes, young and old, short and fat, and in great numbers. If each one of them were to have a complete contest...

There are so many days to go by! Looking at the situation before me, I don't even have a chance to perform on stage, let alone win first place.

Just when I was feeling really frustrated and didn't know what to do, a swarm of flies that looked like security guards suddenly appeared in front of me. I watched as they slowly selected people from the queue.

"You're so young, are you even fully developed yet? Coming here to find a husband through a dance contest, does your mother know? Get out."

"You're talking about yourself. You're so fat. Do you have any strength or passion? You look and think you're a premature ejaculator. Get out."

"What? You think you're strong just because you're fat? Come out here, or I'll get crushed by you."

The security guards would throw away any flies that didn't look good or were unsuitable, thus ensuring the smooth running of the competition. Perhaps the organizers didn't want their children to marry someone unattractive.

"You, yes, it's you. Tell me how old you are, and you're struggling to fly. You're here to compete. This is a world for young flies, not a park square dance to find a partner. Go back."