"Hey bro, your skills look like you just learned them. I thought you were joking." Old Chen also looked surprised.
Ye Cheng covered his face; how embarrassing!
Zhao Zhiming sat on the platform, chatting and drinking tea with Jiang Weiyang while keeping an eye on Ye Cheng.
Seeing Ye Cheng climb up the pole with an empty hook, his hand, which was about to drink tea, froze in mid-air.
"Old Zhao, this young man seems to be a newbie," Jiang Weiyang said with a smile.
"Yeah, didn't you say you came here to win the championship?"
"Look at Cui, how composed he is. He has the air of a great general. You, young man, seem a bit presumptuous."
"Old Zhao probably misjudged it."
Several people started making jokes about Zhao Zhiming all at once.
Zhao Zhiming was quite embarrassed and chuckled twice, "Well, don't rush me, he's a slow starter. My friend here is a slow starter."
Ye Cheng began to think about it. He had fished this way before, and he had always managed to catch fish.
Is it because my luck is too low today, so the same operation doesn't work?
There was nothing he could do but obediently rearrange the fishing line and prepare to cast the hook again.
Just then, a gasp of surprise came from the middle.
Wow, a fish has been caught!
"It's only been a few minutes."
"Cui Shuran is truly different."
Ye Cheng turned his head and saw Cui Shuran stand up, her slender body holding a lively fish that looked to weigh about a pound.
It wasn't very big, but being the first to catch a fish shows that they have the ability.
After Cui Shuran caught a fish, the others also started catching fish one after another.
Ye Cheng looked at the motionless float in front of him and felt a little helpless.
"Move around a bit," Old Lin reminded him.
"Oh." Ye Cheng stood up and did a chest expansion exercise.
Old Lin stared at him in astonishment. "No, young man, I told you to move the fishing line, not you."
Ye Cheng's outstretched arm froze instantly, surrounded by stares as if he were a lunatic.
He quickly sat down and, imitating Old Lin, gently tugged at the fishing line.
"Yes, that's it. You have to make the bait move so the fish thinks it's alive. Like me and Lao Chen, you have to have a rhythm. You have to imagine that what you're holding isn't a fishhook, but that you are a fish yourself, luring a big fish, hahaha." Lao Lin laughed as he spoke.
Following Lao Lin's instructions, Ye Cheng began to learn how to attract fish.
And you know what? With the system's special bait, we actually managed to attract fish.
However, this fish is a bit cunning. It only bites the bait lightly each time, causing the float to tilt to the left and then to the right, but it never sinks.
Ye Cheng stared intently at the sea, waiting for it to sink.
However, after the float swayed from side to side for a while, it suddenly stopped moving.
"Don't be so nervous. Your bait has already been eaten. Hurry up and pull it up to change the bait," Old Chen said calmly.
"No way, you've finished eating?" Ye Cheng lifted the string and looked at it. Sure enough, it was empty.
This is like encountering a master fish; after eating it, I didn't experience any reaction whatsoever.
Ye Cheng's repeated mistakes had the group of people sitting on the platform laughing uncontrollably, all looking at Zhao Zhiming with amusement.
"Brother Zhao, did you just find someone to make up the numbers?"
"So you've taken a fancy to someone else's sister? You're here to curry favor with your brother-in-law."
"They need someone to remind them when the bait is gone; can't they even notice that?"
Zhao Zhiming's face flushed red, and he didn't know what to say.
On the other side, Cui Shuran glanced at Ye Cheng out of the corner of her eye, a slight smile playing on her lips. She thought to herself, "I thought he was some kind of idiot, but he's just here to make a fool of himself. It's a shame that Zhao Zhiming said he could win the championship, making me actually believe he had some skills."
After confirming that Ye Cheng posed no threat to her, Cui Shuran turned slightly to the side and focused on dealing with the fish in front of her.
Ye Cheng was unaware that someone had already given up on him. He simply re-baited the fish and cast the line out again.
He firmly believes that luck is only part of ability, and most people rely on hard work, not luck.
Old Lin and Old Chen next to him had a similar experience, both with empty rods, so they also came up to change their bait.
"Xiao Ye, you really need to practice your casting. It's so shallow near the shore, there aren't any fish there. You need to cast further." Old Chen, number 100, was able to talk while working.
"There's nothing I can do, I just started learning."
“Being a beginner is no excuse. Let me tell you, if you don’t cast the rod properly, it won’t work. Luckily, we’re all here, so we’ll teach you and you’ll be all set.”
"Yeah, come on, just lift the fishing rod up here, let's practice the rough kind first."
The two were very enthusiastic. After securing their fishing rods, they began to teach Ye Cheng how to cast.
According to them, beginners should use a rougher approach, like a layup in basketball, which can be either a cool dunk or a simple layup.
This method can be summed up in one word: Smash!
Imagine the person in front of you as an enemy, grip the fishing rod with both hands, raise it high and slam it down. Although the posture is a bit ugly, the effect is not bad.
Of course, you also need to be careful to stop in time so as not to actually break the fishing rod.
Following the postures taught by the two teachers, Ye Cheng tried it once. They talked so much about using the strength of the wrists and the strength of the waist and abdomen, but he couldn't feel it at all.
He only remembered one thing: smash it down.
Lift it high!
Smash it!
Forehead...
Where's the line?
Ye Cheng looked ahead in confusion. He raised the fishing line high and then slammed it down, but he couldn't see the line coming towards him.
"Hey—who is it? Can't you keep an eye on people?"
A cursing voice came from the right. Ye Cheng turned his head and saw that his fishing line was caught on the guy's clothes. Luckily, the guy was wearing a jacket; if he had been wearing a short-sleeved shirt, he would have been bleeding profusely.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't do it right just now." Ye Cheng quickly ran over and removed the fishhook from the other person's hook, offering a cigarette as an apology.
The man didn't say anything, but simply reminded Ye Cheng to be more careful next time.
This commotion drew the attention of everyone participating in the competition. While they didn't burst into laughter, they at least chuckled amongst themselves, causing Ye Cheng to quickly return to his seat.
Damn it, I've never been so humiliated in my entire life.
"Brother Zhao, how do you explain this?"
"Ah, yeah, I don't even know how to cast a rod properly, hahaha."
Zhao Zhiming had completely given up hope. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually replied, "A master doesn't care about details."
"Hahaha, Brother Zhao is right!"
...
When Ye Cheng swung the hook again, everyone around looked over, afraid that the hook might snag them in the face.
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