"What's wrong with me? I have a coat if I want to look good, I have a ridiculous face if I want to look good, I have hemorrhoids if I want to be smart, and I can spit when I talk. Aren't I better than him?"
"Brother, your shamelessness is definitely better than his." Xiao Hu pursed his lips and gave a thumbs up.
"Get lost, hurry up and say I'm more handsome than him, or I'll put a password on my computer when we get back."
Upon hearing about the password, Xiao Hu panicked and quickly put on a smiling face. "Brother, you're more handsome than him. He's as ugly as a monster. You're the most handsome man in the world."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a teasing, flippant voice came from behind him, "Hey, who's the most handsome man in the world?"
Ye Cheng turned around and saw Zhao Zhiming walking over.
This is a bit awkward.
"Hey, Xiao Hu, he insists that I'm the most handsome. I've told him so many times to be humble, but he just won't listen. There's nothing I can do about it."
"Brother Zhao, don't worry about him. I should thank you for what happened last time, otherwise I would be in jail."
Zhao Zhiming listened to Ye Cheng's nonsense and looked at Xiao Hu's face, which looked like he wanted to eat shit. Of course, he didn't believe it.
"Alright, it's hard to say whether you're the most handsome, but you'll have to go up and accept an award later."
"An award? What award? Even the 30th place winner gets an award?"
Ye Cheng asked curiously, "I've always only heard of the top three receiving awards. When did the thirtieth place also get an award?"
"Oh dear, it's not about fishing. Didn't you catch a wanted criminal?" Zhao Zhiming reminded him.
"Brother Long? What does that have to do with the fishing association?"
"Of course we have! You're a member now. Our members caught wanted criminals, you know? Our association is very prestigious." Zhao Zhiming started gesturing excitedly, as if he were the one who had caught the wanted criminal.
"Forehead..."
Ye Cheng was speechless; how could they possibly be together?
Before he could speak, Zhao Zhiming held up five fingers and gestured in front of him, "5000, a reward of 5000 yuan, how about it?"
Ye Cheng was initially indifferent, but his eyes lit up immediately when he heard about money. "It's stupid not to take money!"
"Brother Zhao, I was born a member of the association, and I will die a member of the association. You can rest assured," Ye Cheng said with unwavering loyalty.
"Tch!" Little Tiger rolled his eyes.
Sure enough, when most of the people had arrived, Chairman Jiang Weiyang stood up, spoke into the microphone a couple of times, and then began to read.
It's quite a long piece, and I don't know who wrote it for him. The gist of it is that fishing is a beneficial sport for both body and mind, not only exercising the body but also cultivating one's character.
The Fisherman, as a special force, has always been committed to world peace and has helped Uncle Hat do many things.
Ye Cheng was one of the victims this time. He caught a criminal gang, one of whom was a wanted criminal, so the association decided to reward him with 5,000 yuan.
The audience erupted in applause, and Ye Cheng felt a little unreal when he went up to receive the award.
Damn it, I think I'm in a fishing association, not some kind of cult.
Fortunately, the fishing association was pragmatic and gave Ye Cheng a generous red envelope, cashing out 5,000 yuan directly.
Ye Cheng stood on the stage and glanced at Cui Shuran below the stage, but Cui Shuran didn't even acknowledge him.
It's like 5,000 yuan is just a drop in the ocean.
Old Lin and Old Chen, on the other hand, were particularly excited last time, standing below waving their fishing rods incessantly.
This little incident is over, and the fishing competition officially begins.
The association originally planned to go sea fishing, but the weather at sea has not been very good recently, and it would be a bit dangerous for so many people to go out to sea together, so they changed it to this peninsula to try to recreate the sea fishing experience as much as possible.
However, sea fishing is sea fishing; that's deep sea, while this is the seaside. So, to some extent, this competition is advantageous to Ye Cheng.
Because Ye Cheng had never been fishing at sea.
The locations are the same as last time, drawn by lot, with a total of 30 locations around half the island.
Ye Cheng drew number 27, which was on the periphery, while Cui Shuran drew number 14, which was in the middle.
Old Chen and Old Lin, whom I knew well, were on the other side; they were all strangers.
However, since the seats were far apart, there wasn't much to talk about.
At position 27, Ye Cheng asked Xiao Hu to help carry the things. They followed the mountain path over and came to a small, slightly concave bay. They could fish inside the bay or cast their lines directly outside.
Ye Cheng decisively chose the open sea.
Now that I can cast a line myself, fishing under my feet is no fun anymore.
According to the rules, Xiao Hu is not allowed to help unless there is a dangerous situation, so Xiao Hu consciously leaned against the hillside, smoking a cigarette, looking as leisurely as a cowherd.
Ye Cheng nervously prepared his things, then turned to Xiao Hu and said, "When I catch them, help me pack them into boxes. Remember to be quick."
"Bro, you're really good at showing off." Little Tiger lazily rolled over, and then quickly moved his hands and feet. Why did he have to be so fast, as if he could catch a lot of fish?
The competition lasted 6 hours, longer than a marathon, which makes fishing the most strenuous sport in the world.
At 9 o'clock, the competition started on time. There was a referee every few groups, supposedly to prevent fouls, but actually mainly to keep track of the time, since there was no way to cheat while fishing.
With the referee's whistle, the competition officially began, and the 30 participants all started casting their rods.
Ye Cheng took a deep breath; it was time to show his true skills.
Raise the rod, cast!
Cool!
The fishing line landed precisely 10 meters ahead in the sea.
"Wow, bro, that's impressive! You've really improved in just a few days!" Xiao Hu teased from behind.
"Get lost! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth."
Ye Cheng cast his line, sat down quietly, and tried to calm himself down. He really needed to calm himself down.
Before I could even sit down properly, I saw the float sink sharply to the bottom.
No, are you that thirsty?
If everyone takes the bait like this, then all my practice over the past three days has been for nothing.
Despite his complaints, Ye Cheng didn't let up. He immediately lifted the rod to hook the fish, feeling quite satisfied.
The fishing rod in my hand quickly bent down, the fishing line taut.
"Damn, bro, the fish's already here?" Little Tiger hadn't even taken two puffs of his cigarette.
Ye Cheng ignored him. He had been practicing for three days, so he should have some skill by now. He felt the force transmitted through the fishing line. It wasn't too strong or too weak; he estimated it to be a fish weighing 2-4 pounds.
This type of fish also requires a little effort.
Ye Cheng skillfully began to release and reel in the fish, slowly gliding it around.
As Ye Cheng caught the fish, he could see that the people next to him were also starting to bite. Ye Cheng's heart tightened. This final was different. It felt much better than the qualifying rounds.
The fishing line in his hand loosened slightly, and the fish lost its strength. Ye Cheng quickly pulled it back and finally saw the little baby through the seawater.
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