Although it was a bit dangerous for the other contestants, they decided to sacrifice themselves rather than risk the lives of others. After he hooked another person's clothes, everyone moved away by two meters.
If it weren't for the venue restrictions, Ye Cheng estimated that there wouldn't be anyone within a 100-meter radius of him.
Even Lao Lin and Lao Chen were a little scared and kept their distance.
This cast went well, quite far, and the float started moving before it even stabilized.
Ye Cheng saw an opportunity and pulled the rod again in the opposite direction of the bite. The rod bent down, and he caught another fish.
Old Lin opened his mouth wide and exchanged a glance with Old Chen from a distance. Something was wrong; the fish were being served a little too quickly.
"Back on the court again?" Old Chen asked.
"Yes, it's up, little fish." Ye Cheng stood up, his eyes excitedly looking at the sea, pulling and tugging like a general wielding a large sword.
To fight against the heavens, against man, against fish—what endless joy!
A silver fish was pulled into the air, its tail thrashing, struggling incessantly, but it could not escape Ye Cheng's hook.
One sardine, a bit small, only a little over half a pound, but fortunately the bait wasn't used up much.
After Ye Cheng brought it down, he cast his line again.
The fishing hook, baited with the hook, sank into the sea. There were still one hour and twenty minutes left, and Ye Cheng already had five fish.
Only half of the contestants remain.
Some fished a lot and felt they could advance, so they got lazy and stopped, since they had already fished for four or five hours and even the toughest fish would get tired.
Of course, these are only a minority; most people still have no mouths!
Yes, Ye Cheng just has a low luck stat, not none at all.
But there were a few unlucky ones who didn't get a bite for four hours and almost smashed their fishing rods.
Since there was no hope of advancing, none of them bothered fishing anymore.
"Damn it, what a piece of junk, we can't catch anything at all," said a bald, middle-aged man who wasn't overweight.
This guy looks like a seasoned angler; his skin is practically one with the earth.
"Hey, Dafu, it's normal that you don't have a mouth, but it's still better than that guy who came for the first time and still wanted to win the championship." Another friend who also didn't have a mouth teased Ye Cheng.
There's no way around it, there were two highlights in today's fishing competition. One was Cui Shuran, who is a truly amazing master.
One is Ye Cheng, a negative example. He's a newbie who got into the competition through connections and boasted that he would take first place. Then he snagged someone else's clothes.
Speaking of Ye Cheng, Brother Dafu curled his lip in disdain and proudly put away his fishing rod. "That's right, I admit my skills are bad. I don't brag, I'm just a straightforward person."
He paused for a moment, then turned to his friend and asked, "Hey, how many did he catch today?"
"I don't know, I'll go check it out later," my friend said casually, then pointed over to Ye Cheng's side, "I remember he's over there."
Brother Dafu looked over and frowned. "Is it that place over there where several people are gathered?"
My friend glanced back and nodded to confirm, "There it is, I'm not mistaken. By the way, what are those guys who aren't fishing standing there looking at?"
"Let's go take a look together."
The two quickly packed their things, left them where they were, and walked away.
As soon as I got there, I heard a crowd of onlookers exclaim, "Wow, they've caught fish again!"
In the crowd, a man was seen holding a fishing rod with both hands, and on the hook was a small white fish, another sardine.
"Three sardines in a row now."
"It seems they used six hooks at once to fish."
"Sardines are such a fish that you don't really eat them when you catch them, so what's the point?"
"It's a competition, bro, not a game to get you to eat fish."
"This technique is too amateurish. If it were me, I would have hooked it long ago, and it might not have been a sardine."
Hearing the group's discussion, Brother Dafu knew that someone had been catching fish one after another, and everyone had come to see.
When he saw who was inside, he was stunned. He turned to his friend and asked,
"Is that person the newbie?"
"Ah, it's him! How come he's been having sex repeatedly?"
My friend also looked confused.
Ye Cheng started with the first sardine, and this is the fourth one. He doesn't know what's wrong with him, but he can catch fish as soon as he goes down.
Although the fish were a bit small, there were so many of them, and anglers love the feeling of catching fish, so many people who had given up the competition started to gather around, watching Ye Cheng fish, smoking and exchanging tips and comments.
There's no first place in literature, but there's a second place in martial arts. Everyone disagrees with each other when it comes to critiquing each other, but when it comes to critiquing this person who's here for the first time today, everyone has a lot of insights to share.
Ye Cheng was completely focused on fishing and ignored everything the people around him were saying.
He had only six baits left, and only 40 minutes left. He really didn't know how many he could catch.
Lower the hook.
Keep a steady eye on the float.
"It moved! It moved!" Before he even had to shout it, the onlookers exclaimed.
"Don't rush, young man, this is a test."
"Yes, it's obviously a test..."
"Get up, get up quickly! Oh dear, this isn't a test."
"Oh, what a pity."
The presence of these off-field coaches left Ye Cheng somewhat bewildered, but in the end, he followed their shouts and started pulling the lever.
Thankfully, the fish was caught.
Another sardine.
Brother Dafu: "Look, listen to me, there won't be any problems."
He was the most enthusiastic just now. I can't help it, he's not good at talking himself, but he gets really excited watching others, especially when he's giving them pointers.
"Hey, Dafu, you're a mute, yet you dare to give advice to others," someone who knew Dafu mocked.
"The seawater where I live isn't good. The timing and location are both unfavorable, it has nothing to do with me. Just watch, I'll guide him." Brother Dafu retorted without being discouraged, and then continued to instruct Ye Cheng.
"Time to get up, get up, oh dear!"
"What are you talking about? This is nothing, you've already missed the mark."
Ye Cheng felt like a hundred ducks were quacking in his ears, making it impossible to fish.
As for kicking people out, he couldn't bring himself to do it, so he could only let things take their course.
Fortunately, after a lot of shouting and yelling, he finally managed to catch two sardines.
There are 20 minutes left, and we've used up all the bait, so we're done.
He cupped his hands in greeting to the surrounding crowd and said, "Brothers, I'm done for the day. You can all go home now."
A group of bored men suddenly dispersed.
Just then, Da Fu suddenly spoke up again from the crowd, "Hey, young man, I think you might be able to advance. Let the referee weigh you, and we'll keep an eye on you."
"Yes, yes, we haven't seen the ending yet, how can we leave?"
"Maybe they really did advance; there are quite a few of them."
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