Chapter 220 A "Click"



"I'm going diving too, so I won't compete with you for the fun of fishing."

As Fang Yi spoke, he picked up a net and tied it around his waist, then took a small scoop net and walked towards the side of the boat.

"How long can you stay underwater? As long as they can?"

Feng Ye pointed to the spot on the sea where Wang Teng and Zhang Qiang had dived down and asked curiously.

He had already witnessed their naked diving abilities; they could hold their breath for almost three minutes, which was much better than his own.

"Haha, not as good as those two, it only lasts about two minutes."

"That's still impressive. I grew up by the sea and I can only dive for a little over a minute."

"You probably just figured it out on your own. You haven't received any professional training. It's already pretty good that you can stay submerged for a little over a minute. Most people can't even hold it for a minute."

Fang Yi looked Feng Ye up and down and continued, "With your physique, if you have a professional to teach you and train more, breaking the two-minute barrier should be no problem at all."

"Then forget it. I don't have the time, and it's not really worth it." Feng Ye shook his head. "If you really want to stay underwater for a while, you can just buy a set of diving equipment."

Fang Yi nodded: "That's true. Holding your breath for a long time is not as effective as having a good set of equipment."

"Have you all received professional training? How come you've been holding your breath for so long?"

"I have loved swimming since I was a child and wanted to become a swimmer to win glory for the country. Unfortunately, my results were not satisfactory, and I never even made it into the provincial team."

Fang Yi chuckled self-deprecatingly, then added, "Those two guys learned it in the military; they served in the navy."

"Oh, no wonder you guys are such good divers."

"It's alright, there are plenty of people who are better than us."

As Fang Yi spoke, he walked to the side of the boat, took a deep breath, and then plunged headfirst into the sea and disappeared, leaving only ripples spreading outwards.

Feng Ye didn't say anything about being careful or anything like that.

They're all adults; they know what they're doing. If they're determined to die, it doesn't matter whether they say anything or not.

He turned around and carried the small yellowfin tuna, which had already bled out, into the cabin to avoid direct sunlight.

Back on deck, he didn't rush to fish. Instead, he used a bucket to scoop up seawater and wash the fish blood off the deck.

After he finished all this, he slowly picked up the fishing rod, hooked a live shrimp onto it, and threw it into the water.

That's the advantage of live bait; it swims on its own, making it more attractive to fish looking for food.

Before long, a fish took the bait, and a mackerel weighing more than two pounds was caught.

Whether it was good luck or because he had been staying in this area for the past few days, attracting many seafood to wander around, it's hard to say.

In less than an hour, he had caught nearly twenty fish of all sizes, some valuable and some worthless.

This doesn't even include the instances where small fish ate the bait, resulting in several missed catches and wasting a lot of time; otherwise, we could have caught even more.

Sure enough, not long after the fishing hook was lowered, another fish took the bait.

Suddenly, the float sank rapidly to the bottom of the sea, the fishing rod was pulled so hard that the tip was almost touching the surface of the water.

At the same time, Feng Ye suddenly felt a tremendous force in his hand.

Caught off guard, the fishing rod was almost pulled out of my hand and flew away.

Fortunately, he didn't get distracted and his mind was focused on fishing.

He reacted very quickly, immediately gripping the fishing rod with both hands and pulling back forcefully in an attempt to stabilize the situation.

But the force was exceptionally strong, pulling him off balance and seemingly dragging him entirely into the sea.

"Wow, a big fish has taken the bait!"

"Such great strength, could it be a yellowfin seabream again?"

A hint of excitement flashed in Feng Ye's eyes. He braced one foot against the gunwale, leaned back slightly, and pulled the fishing rod with all his might.

Wang Teng and Zhang Qiang, who were resting on the boat, saw this and ran over, sticking their heads out to look at the sea.

"Wow, they've caught another big fish."

"Of course, the fishing rod is bent like that, the fish must be big."

"I wonder what kind of fish it is. Could it be that... what's it called again, tuna?"

"Yellowfin tuna, very likely. Look at how hard he's working, just like before."

"I'm really lucky. I just caught one, and now I've caught another."

"..."

Feng Ye had no time to pay attention to their discussion; all his attention was focused on the fishing rod in his hand.

At this point, we cannot fight head-on; we must use softness to overcome hardness.

He gripped the fishing rod tightly and pulled for a while, enduring the first tug, then loosened his grip slightly before immediately leaning back and pulling the rod again.

After repeating this two or three times, he felt the fish's pulling force gradually weaken.

He was delighted, knowing this was a sign that the fish were starting to get tired.

However, he also realized that the fish that took the bait was most likely not a tuna.

Tuna has a strong burst of energy and it lasts quite a while, so it won't wilt so quickly.

He maintained his rhythm, sometimes pulling hard on the rod, sometimes relaxing slightly, letting the fish expend its energy in the struggle.

Just then, with a "splash," Fang Yi emerged from the sea.

He wiped the seawater off his face and saw the bent fishing rod: "Hey, Ah Ye, what big fish did you catch this time? Look how much effort you're putting in!"

Wang Teng said excitedly, "It's very likely to be another yellowfin tuna."

"It shouldn't be a yellowfin tuna."

Feng Ye shook his head.

The fish's strength had diminished considerably, allowing him to focus on speaking.

"Huh? Isn't that right? Then what kind of fish would it be?"

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