Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 114 Don't judge a book by its cover

It was just a muddy patch of ground, and a little further on it was concrete. It hurt no matter which one you fell on.

I remember we discussed a topic when we were in school: would ants die if they fell from a great height? Because the heavier the object, the more painful the fall would be.

Afterwards, we also conducted an experiment with a few ants. After we dropped the ants high into the air, they landed on the ground and seemed to be completely unharmed, still able to crawl.

This proves our conclusion that the lighter the object, the less damage it will cause when it falls to the ground.

However, sometimes data doesn't tell the whole story. For example, some experts have said that mobile phones have more bacteria than toilet seats. I can lick a mobile phone, but can you lick a toilet seat?

Of course not, so that data is just misleading people. Besides, I fell from a great height, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness is something that most people can't experience.

It was absolutely terrifying. I even wondered if I would land headfirst and kill myself.

It's like a roller coaster; you know there's no real danger, but you still feel a sense of unease when faced with potentially dangerous maneuvers.

And now I am falling to the ground in great fear. I thought I was going to be killed by the fall, but after I landed, I bounced around on the ground like a ball of flesh before finally landing.

I'm not dead, but what's with me bouncing around on the ground? And I'm not a meatball, so why am I bouncing around?

The most crucial question is why I bounced a few times on the ground. Am I that fat? I'm just muscular, okay?

I lay on the ground feeling wronged, sad, and in tears. It wasn't just because I'm fat, but because I've encountered so many things lately that have made me feel so aggrieved. Even the sprinkler truck is bullying me. Who can I complain to?

"Yi Mao Er, are you alright?" Da Fu rushed over and asked anxiously.

"You didn't die? By the way, how come you're alright?" I asked curiously. How come Dafu is alright? When I fell in, the water area was quite large, so how come Dafu is okay?

"I saw it, so I dodged it," Dafu said matter-of-factly.

"Then why didn't you call me?" I said, quite annoyed. Is this guy stupid? He saw danger but didn't tell me.

"I saw you were thinking so intently, so I didn't call you. By the time I wanted to call you, it was already too late," Dafu said, sounding a little aggrieved.

Damn it, what do you mean by "it was too late when you wanted to call me"? You didn't even think of me, did you? I'm so frustrated I don't know what to say.

Just then, something suddenly flew quickly toward Dafu. Before I could even react, Dafu was swept away.

"Dafu..." I roared and hurriedly looked toward Dafu, who had been taken away.

Holy crap, I was shocked when I saw it! There was a huge, ugly toad not far from us. Why was it called huge and ugly?

Because that toad was not only big, but also ugly.

The toad wrapped itself around Dafu and then swallowed it whole. If it had made one more swallowing motion, Dafu and I would have been separated by death.

"Brother Toad, please have mercy!" I cried out anxiously.

"Huh?" The toad with the daifuku in its mouth looked at me with great confusion, clearly not expecting me to tell it to stop talking.

What I didn't expect was that a piece of food could make him stop eating, so he glanced at me disdainfully and was about to swallow the daifuku.

"Wait a minute, let me finish!" I called out anxiously.

"What do you want to say?" The toad hung the rolled-up daifuku in the air, and because its tongue was sticking out, it spoke with a slight lisp.

"I just want to say that you have always been my idol, how could you eat your admirer?" I said hurriedly.

"You hypocritical creatures, all you know is how to like pretty frogs, how could you possibly like us toads?" the toad said, quite displeased.

"How could that be? How could that be? Am I such a shallow fly? I'm a modern, model youth who values ​​inner beauty and not outer beauty!" I tried my best to say to the toad.

"Then tell me what you like about me? How am I your idol?" the toad asked, still not believing him.

“Frogs are unambitious and narrow-minded, like some people who think they're good-looking and show off. But you toads are different. You have progressive ideas, positive energy, and goals. You want to eat swan meat, so it doesn't matter if you're ugly. The important thing is to have goals.” I explained with great conviction.

Upon hearing my words, the toad suddenly burst into tears, quickly placed the large amulet on the ground, and cried with deep emotion.

"My soulmate! In all these years, you're the only one who understands me. Brother, from now on you're my brother!" the toad said excitedly.

They practically swore an oath of brotherhood with us on the spot.

Good heavens, how many people have misunderstood this toad brother for so many years? Does being ugly mean he's completely worthless? He has aspirations and ideals.

Unlike those frogs who sit and gaze at the sky, watching the toad's tears fall one by one to the ground, I know I have touched the softest part of the toad's heart.

"Brother, don't cry. Actually, I'm suffering too. I'm also a fly with ideals and ambitions, but basically no one thinks highly of me. I'm suffering too." I looked at the toad's suffering and felt sad too. I've encountered so many things and so many grievances lately, and I'm not having a good time either.

As the saying goes, a man doesn't easily shed tears, unless he's truly heartbroken. Seeing the toad crying, I started crying too.

As I cried, I felt more and more upset, and the more upset I felt, the more I thought about it. Before I knew it, I felt extremely wronged. What kind of life am I living?

And so a very strange scene unfolded: a toad and a fly were crying in great pain, stamping their feet and beating their chests as they cried.

I don't know how long we cried before we realized what we were crying about in the middle of nowhere.

After we realized what had happened, we inevitably felt a little awkward. When I think back to what just happened, it just feels so wrong.

To ease the awkward situation and, more importantly, to survive, I must speak first; otherwise, I fear I won't even have a chance to speak later.