"Don't let it really get away. It would be such a waste if such a big fish got away."
"Oh well, it's all up to fate."
Feng Ye really didn't have much confidence, so he could only take it one step at a time.
Suddenly, the fishing rod, which was originally bent into an arc, snapped back, and the fishing line instantly slackened.
Yang Wei's heart tightened, and he exclaimed, "Oh no! Could it have gotten off the hook? Did the fish really escape?"
Feng Ye's heart sank suddenly. He stared intently at the fishing rod and line, unable to believe what he was seeing.
But he quickly calmed down and analyzed, "It's not necessarily that the fish got off the hook. It's possible that the fish suddenly changed direction and rushed towards the boat, causing its momentum to disappear instantly."
This is rare, but it does happen. I need to hurry and reel it in to see if my guess is correct.
As he spoke, he spun the reel so fast that it was almost a phantom.
He had to race against time with the tuna to reel in the line as quickly as possible; otherwise, if it darted under the boat, all his efforts would be in vain.
As the reel spins rapidly, the fishing line is quickly pulled back and tightened, and the slack line becomes taut again, transmitting the weight once more.
The fish didn't get off the hook!
This relieved Feng Ye.
Yang Wei also breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, "Great, the fish didn't get away! Let's keep playing it and get it onto the boat. Damn, it's cunning."
For the next period of time, the situation unexpectedly reached a stalemate.
The fish underwater seemed tired too, not exerting much effort, only struggling occasionally.
But it's very heavy, and reeling in the line is still difficult.
After nearly half an hour of stalemate, Feng Ye had only managed to reel in less than fifty meters of fishing line.
"Xiao Feng, how about I collect it for a while?"
Seeing that he had persisted for so long and was a little tired, Yang Wei took the initiative to suggest something.
Feng Ye was indeed a little tired, but he wasn't entirely comfortable handing over the fishing rod.
This tuna is too big. Yang Wei's fishing skills aren't very good to begin with, and he might not be able to handle it. If something goes wrong, all his previous efforts will be wasted.
Moreover, he didn't want to waste the other person's time.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Never mind, I'll do it myself. You don't need to stay here and watch. While the fish are still around, hurry up and cast your line. Look at the others, they've all caught fish again."
Yang Wei turned his head and looked around, and sure enough, he saw Qin Aijun and the others grimacing as they reeled in their phones.
Clearly, the fish were quite large, and they encountered considerable challenges.
He immediately felt anxious, so he quickly ran back to his fishing spot, scooped up a few lively mackerel, grabbed one, hooked it onto the hook, and then quickly cast it out.
After doing all that, he ran back to watch the excitement.
He and Feng Ye were on the same side of the boat, and could observe the movement of their fishing rods at any time.
A little while later, he got a little itchy and suggested, "Let me try handling this fish that weighs several hundred pounds. You can take a break while you're at it."
Feng Ye hesitated for a moment, thinking that with me watching over things, there shouldn't be any major problems, so he nodded: "Okay."
Yang Wei gripped the fishing rod tightly and pulled hard, immediately feeling the heavy force, as if he were pulling the entire ocean.
"Holy crap, what kind of monster did we catch? It's incredibly heavy!"
Feng Ye watched nervously from the side.
It's not a big deal that the fishing line has been let out; he can take it back at any time. The real concern is that Yang Wei might mishandle it and cause the fishing line to snap.
Fortunately, none of this happened, and he worried for nothing.
Although Yang Wei was struggling, he was still relatively steady.
With him guiding the process, the fishing line was slowly reeled in.
Although the speed is pitifully slow, only one or two meters can be recovered per minute, it is ultimately developing in a positive direction.
Yang Wei gritted his teeth and persevered for more than ten minutes, but he could no longer hold on, and sweat slid down his forehead.
"No, I can't take it anymore."
He was panting heavily, and his arm was trembling as he handed the fishing rod back to Feng Ye.
He was, after all, an office worker. Although he was strong and had good explosive power, he lacked endurance.
"You're already exhausted after only a short time? You seem a bit weak."
Cai Guoqiang turned around and joked, "A man can't be impotent!"
Yang Wei shook his aching arms: "We're comparing strength now, not kidney strength."
"If you can't do it, just admit it. Don't make excuses."
"Damn, you think you can do it? If you can, then you do it."
"I'll do it, I'll do it. Wait until I pull the fish up."
After more than ten minutes, Cai Guoqiang pulled up a red snapper weighing over 70 kilograms, rested for a while, and then actually came over to try it out.
However, he had only held the fishing rod for a few minutes when he felt his strength being drained away.
"Damn, this big fish is something else, it's going to kill me."
He couldn't hold out for long before giving up and had to return the fishing rod to Feng Ye.
"Oh, you're already exhausted after such a short time? You seem a bit weak."
This time it was Yang Wei's turn to tease him, returning Cai Guoqiang's earlier sarcastic remark verbatim: "A man can't be incompetent!"
Cai Guoqiang blushed and smiled awkwardly: "This fish is indeed too big. No one can help it. Only Xiao Feng can carry it."
Yang Wei continued, "If you can't do it, just admit it. Don't make excuses."
Hearing himself repeat what he had said before, Cai Guoqiang became somewhat embarrassed and angry: "Damn it, when we get back, let's find two women to compete with and see who's no match."
"Let's compete, I'm not afraid of you. My reputation as the 'Seven Times a Night' is not for nothing."
"Anyone can brag! You call yourself a 'seven times a night' guy? I'm a 'ten times a night' guy!"
"Don't just talk the talk, walk the walk. We'll see what you've got when we get back."
"Okay, but I'm afraid you'll feel inferior after seeing my assets, and you'll back down before you even dare to compete."
"Tch, a toothpick is still a toothpick, no matter how big it is. How big can it be? Is it as big as my golden cudgel?"
The two bantered back and forth, making everyone else burst into laughter.
"Alright, stop talking. If you keep going, we won't have the energy to play the fish anymore."
Feng Ye was both amused and exasperated, and quickly interrupted their bickering.
He was closest to the fish, and the fish in the pond were large, so he suffered the most from them.
In just a short while, not only was the fishing line not reeled in, but it was also pulled out another forty or fifty meters.
Two old bastards.
Feng Ye cursed inwardly and said, "You guys aren't used to physical labor. You can try it occasionally, but you definitely can't handle it for long. But I'm different. I'm born to do hard labor, so I can last longer."
A little over a year ago, he was no different from them, and he couldn't have persisted for as long as he has now.
But since going out to sea to fish, he has been braving wind and rain for more than a year, doing all kinds of physical labor, which has greatly improved his strength and endurance.
The once pretty boy has now transformed into a muscular man with a much darker complexion.
These are all changes brought about by fishing at sea.
Now, his body is like a powerful engine, capable of continuously outputting strong power to cope with this long-term challenge.
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