Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Faced with that rooster's utterly baffling question, I could only grumble in my mind; I dared not say it aloud. What if I angered that damned idiot rooster and got eaten? That would be a disaster.

Faced with that damned and narcissistic rooster, I can only take the conciliatory approach.

"I...I'm not going to die yet, I just...I just need to rest for a while," I said with great difficulty. My mind was still racing, and I hadn't regained my balance.

"Great, great, it's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead!" the rooster crowed happily when it heard me speak.

Listen to this! It's good that they're not dead, instead of good that they're alright. What kind of chickens are these?

I was so frustrated! I didn't know how to respond. How could we even have a proper conversation?

I was so frustrated that I didn't know what to say, so I closed my eyes, hoping to get better soon. The motion sickness was really unbearable.

"Hey, say something! Are you not dead?" Just as I closed my eyes to rest and let the motion sickness pass, the rooster crowed anxiously.

I really want to kill that damn rooster right now. Can't I just rest for a bit? Why is he so annoying? Can I even get anything done in this condition?

I've been tortured to the point of losing half my life, and all I want is to lie down and have some peace and quiet, but why is it so hard? Is this rooster sent by heaven to play a trick on me?

I was so frustrated that I didn't know what to say, but that damned rooster was still crowing, as if he was afraid that if I died, his love would be ruined.

With great difficulty, I opened my eyes and said to the rooster, "Can I rest for a few minutes? I'm about to die."

"How many minutes is a few minutes? How long is a few minutes? Will it be done in a few minutes?" the rooster asked immediately with concern. I didn't know if he was genuinely concerned about me or just trying to disturb me.

I don't know how many minutes is, or how long a few minutes is. I don't have my phone with me, so how would I know?

I was already feeling really unwell, and now that damn rooster is constantly crowing beside me, how am I supposed to get any rest?

"Okay, okay, I've rested enough, I'm fine now." I said, feeling quite annoyed. If I rested any longer, that guy would definitely drive me crazy.

"So fast? It's done so quickly? Let's start now." The rooster said excitedly, his tone sounding like he was concerned about me, but actually he was concerned about his own love.

I heard the rooster's voice, and I looked around with difficulty. Sure enough, I saw a hen quietly searching for the insect in the grass not far away.

Isn't that our protagonist today, Huahua? No wonder the rooster was so excited.

Oh, so you've already arrived. No wonder you were in such a hurry. Speaking of being in a hurry, how come a chicken is even more anxious than a monkey?

Watching a hen looking for food, with no other chickens around, isn't this the best way to strike up a conversation or confess your feelings?

So I said to the rooster, "Now you can go up and strike up a conversation, but you have to use the right method."

"What method?" the rooster asked, quite frustrated.

I was speechless at the rooster's question. What should I say? Just then, a caterpillar crawled in front of me, so I said to the rooster, "Do you see that caterpillar?"

"I saw it, so what's wrong?" the rooster asked, puzzled.

"Watch this, I'll show you, and you can learn from it."

"Okay."

After saying that, I quickly scrambled towards the hairy creature, and then soon after, I shouted loudly, "Hey beautiful!"

The caterpillar looked at me with great confusion, wondering what was going on.

"Hey beautiful, your boyfriend's gone." I said to the caterpillar with a tender look in my eyes.

"I don't have a boyfriend?" the caterpillar asked, puzzled.

“You didn’t have it before, but now you do. You just need to gently pick me up, and you’ll have it.”

"Ugh," the caterpillar said shyly.

Although it said it was annoying, it still crawled towards me and stopped beside me, asking, "Are you alright? You look very weak."

"As long as you're by my side, everything will be alright." I almost threw up saying that, but it was the only thing I could say to survive.

"Ugh," the caterpillar said shyly before crawling away.

I immediately gave the rooster a look, but it just stood there dumbfounded. So I angrily shouted, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get on the rooster!"

"Oh, okay, I'll go try it right away." The rooster said and walked over to the hen.

When he got behind the hen, he fell to the ground and shouted loudly, "Beautiful lady!"

The hen named Huahua turned around, looked at her with great confusion, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Hey beautiful, your boyfriend's gone!" the rooster exclaimed excitedly.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” said the hen, Flower.

"Great, everything went according to the script. It's basically a success. Looks like I'm out of danger," I thought smugly from a distance.

"If you just come over and gently help me up, you'll have a boyfriend," the rooster said happily, clearly having learned my secret.

"You're sick," the hen said, and then walked away.

Holy crap, this line is insane. Not only was I stunned, but the rooster was stunned too. This isn't how the story goes!

The rooster stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. This was something I hadn't expected, and it was something he hadn't expected either. It wasn't until the hen, Huahua, had walked away that the rooster slowly returned.

His dejected expression was so striking; the description of him being like a defeated rooster would perfectly capture that look.

Even I felt heartbroken seeing it; true love is indeed hard to find.

"It failed," the rooster said, quite discouraged.

"One failure isn't scary, what's scary is losing your confidence to try. Keep going, you can do it!" I quickly encouraged him, afraid that he might get in a bad mood and eat me alive.

"That's true. How could a hen reject someone as handsome as me? That flower must be testing me, testing my resolve in love." The rooster, who had just looked dejected, suddenly stood before me, radiant and dazzling.

This change happened way too fast! I wish I hadn't tried to persuade him.

Even I didn't immediately accept the rooster's change; I just stood there dumbfounded.

"Give me any other ideas you have, I want to learn them all, for the sake of love," the rooster said with lofty ideals.

I was utterly speechless, but I couldn't refuse. Looks like I've had to use my trump card.

"Come on, this time I'll take care of it in one go," I said, quite annoyed. I refused to believe I couldn't handle a hen.

So the rooster led me furtively toward the hen's location and then put me down behind a big tree.

We cautiously observed the hen sharpening its beak in a clean spot. Let me explain to the readers: when a chicken sharpens its beak, it means it needs to do so regularly to keep it sharp and pointed.

And there the hen was doing this, so I said to the rooster, "This time you're going for the romantic route."

"What do you mean by a romantic route?" the rooster asked, quite annoyed.

I looked around again to see if any small animals were passing by, but after searching for a while, I found a caterpillar crawling all over us.

So I said to the rooster, "Watch closely, I'll perform for you again."

"Okay, I'll watch." The rooster was unusually happy.

So I quickly crawled towards the caterpillar and asked, "Miss, I'm lost. Can I ask you for directions?"

The caterpillar turned around in surprise and instinctively asked, "Where are you going?"

"When I saw you, I got lost. I don't know how to get to your heart?" I asked gently.

"You can try climbing into my arms first," the caterpillar said shyly.

"Your father must be a thief, right?" I said very gently.

"Huh?" The caterpillar was clearly taken aback, not understanding what I meant by asking that question.

"Otherwise, how could the two brightest stars in the sky be so bright and so captivating in your eyes?" I said with great emotion. I was desperate to survive. I had never confessed to a girl before, but today I confessed to a caterpillar twice in a row, and both times I miraculously succeeded.

"Oh, my father is a good man," the caterpillar said shyly.

As it was saying that it had been a year since it had moved closer to me, the caterpillar kept moving towards me while I backed away. I was just practicing, so please don't take it seriously.

"How about we go see my father now and ask him to tell us how he stole the two brightest stars from the sky?" The caterpillar immediately leaned closer, looking infatuated.

"Well, I'm busy right now, I'll call you next time." After I finished speaking, I crawled towards the rooster's location.

"Hmph..." The caterpillar was clearly very angry, and then crawled away unhappily.

"Do you understand now?" I said to the rooster who was watching the show.

"I understand now, I understand now!" the rooster said excitedly.

"Alright, now it's your turn. Remember, don't be nervous, be romantic, and be natural," I said to the rooster.

Actually, I was even more nervous than the rooster. If this still didn't work, I really wouldn't know what to do. If it failed, I would really end up being eaten by the rooster.

So I nervously explained to the rooster, completely putting myself in the situation, only hoping that the rooster would succeed in confessing his love.

"Okay, I'm going then." The rooster held his head high and walked towards the hen.