Red.
Red is a good color, and Ye Cheng couldn't help but think of the red-spotted fish he had sold.
I hope there won't be another one. This one looks like it only weighs a few pounds. If it's a red-spotted fish, it's worth it.
After carefully tugging at the rod twice more, he suddenly yanked it up, and the fish's mouth was pulled out of the water, opening and closing wildly.
It is at this moment that the fish's energy rapidly dissipates.
Ye Cheng firmly pulled it back, and then he could see clearly what it was: a red snapper, also called a red snapper.
Okay, it's completely different from grouper.
After letting the red snapper swim on the surface for a while, Ye Cheng lifted the rod, and the fish was pulled out of the water and onto the fishing line. It was already exhausted, and even its movements were only slight.
Little Tiger, who was standing nearby, had already come over with a net to catch fish, which was allowed by the competition rules.
"Great, bro, you caught a fish so quickly." Xiao Hu skillfully unhooked the fish and put it into the tank.
"It's alright, but I see other people are catching fish too." Ye Cheng gestured to the left.
They caught a fish over there too, a white one, which didn't look very big.
Ye Cheng came for the championship prize money, so he paid close attention to the situation of the other contestants as well.
The guy over there was quite amusing; he glanced at Ye Cheng, then gave him a provocative look while holding the fish.
cut!
I have one too, okay?
Ye Cheng cast his line again, steady, accurate, and powerful, landing in the same spot as before, leaving Xiao Hu behind him speechless with amazement.
The guy next door, number 26, also cast his line and shouted to Ye Cheng, "Brother, keep it up! I heard you came up as a substitute from number 31, so you'd better work hard!"
"But no matter how hard you try, you can't surpass me, you know?"
Number 26 is not old, looks like he's only in his early 30s.
I thought today would be a lonely match for me, but I didn't expect to find someone like this next to me.
Ye Cheng was familiar with this move; it was the Roaring Celestial from Dota 2, the Glass Smash, which was the pinnacle of magical attacks.
In the past, in internet cafes playing Counter-Strike, if your team had a player who could taunt others, you were likely to win, but you'd have to fight afterward.
Number 26 is a typical sarcastic player.
Ye Cheng silently extended his left hand, thumbs up, making a "you're awesome" gesture.
"Surrendered? You're too scared to compete anymore. You should go home and drink milk, hahaha." Number 26 continued his crazy barrage of comments.
Unexpectedly, Ye Cheng turned his left hand and pointed his thumb downwards, directly showing his contempt!
This gesture isn't popular anymore; Number 26 was a little confused.
However, some gestures don't need explanation to be understood; he instantly grasped their meaning.
"Look down on me? Put me down? Do you even have the ability to do that?"
See that? I've got another one, isn't that awesome? Aren't you awesome, bro?
Okay, this is a crazy player.
Ye Cheng glanced back at the referee. "Was that a foul?"
The referee took two earplugs out of his ear, looking completely bewildered.
Okay, I understand.
On the 26th, there was indeed a bite, but I was a bit too hasty when I tried to catch the fish, and it got away.
Just as he was regretting his actions, Ye Cheng spoke up.
"The fish got away? Are you stupid? How could it get away from something like that?"
You're a disgrace to our fishing association. Look, even the fish are laughing at you.
"Watch your brother show you what real catching of fish looks like."
Damn, magic against magic? You think I can't do that?
Ye Cheng pulled the rod sharply, the fishing line taut, and he had really caught a fish.
"See that? That strength, that technique, you couldn't catch up even if you practiced for 100 years. That's what you call professional."
Ye Cheng kept spitting out saliva while his hands continued moving non-stop.
Judging from the feel of it, this fish is quite large; I wonder what kind it is.
Just as No. 26 was about to retort, Ye Cheng spoke up again, "See this? It's a big one, much bigger than your little thing. Let me tell you a rule: small things catch small things."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Number 26 coughed up a mouthful of blood. Damn it, you can mock me all you want, but you actually made a personal attack on me.
"Who says my brother is young? He's a big brother!" Number 26 retorted angrily.
Ye Cheng glanced at him in a moment of leisure amidst his busy schedule and said disdainfully, "Look at your nose and your lips, you're obviously a little brat."
puff--
Brother number 26 couldn't take it anymore. Damn it, the swearing was so vulgar.
Xiao Hu sat in the back, looking surprised. When did he become so good at cursing?
After Ye Cheng finished cursing, he ignored him and focused on pulling his fish.
The fish was quite strong, so Ye Cheng had to stand up. Fortunately, there was enough open space under his feet for him to play the fish.
Just as he stood up, the fish suddenly yanked him, causing Ye Cheng to stumble.
"Brother, be careful!" Little Tiger shouted.
There's a cliff ahead, not very high, but it's still hard to say what might happen if you fall.
Ye Cheng steadied himself, a surge of anger rising within him. "Damn it, how dare they play me like this?"
He got excited and pulled back with all his might, instantly taut the fishing line.
Then, with a "buzz," Ye Cheng felt the fishing line in his hand loosen and the hook come off.
"Hahaha, you're really good at bragging, aren't you? You're a professional at decoupling, aren't you?" Number 26 seized the opportunity to deliver a wave of sarcasm.
Ye Cheng was secretly annoyed; it still wouldn't work, this guy was affecting his mood.
He silently reeled in his fishing rod, changed the bait, and cast again, this time refusing to listen to the guy.
Seeing Ye Cheng cast his line again, Number 26 started showing off again. Ye Cheng took a deep breath and immediately blocked the guy.
Damn, magic attacks can be pretty powerful sometimes. It's ridiculous that I could get off even with a luck stat of 90.
After calming down, I felt much better; my heart floated and sank slowly with the drifting water.
It moved, the float moved.
Ye Cheng gripped the rod tightly, pulled it up sharply, and caught it!
That's some real strength.
The fishing rod instantly bent into a crescent shape.
This time, Ye Cheng wasn't in a hurry. He stood up and slowly strolled around, pulling the fish forward for a while before reeling it in. Then he would stroll around again and reel it in again.
Slowly, a long, dark shadow began to appear and disappear beneath the water's surface.
“Brother, it looks like an eel or a sea snake,” Xiao Hu said, squatting on the shore.
"Okay, I'll pull it a little longer, to be more steady."
After pulling along the shore for a while, the fish's back was revealed. It was a conger eel, more than a meter long, brown overall with white lines, and its head was a bit yellow. It should be a sea stone eel.
Conger eels are generally not cheap, but they are not considered expensive either.
It's fine to sell it for money, but it's a bit of a disadvantage if it's weighed in this fishing competition.
After stabilizing the eel, Ye Cheng pulled it up. It was fairly wide and probably weighed about seven or eight pounds. It looked delicious.
Eel has always been known for its high nutritional value, but Ye Cheng himself doesn't really like to eat it.
Ye Cheng checked the time; half an hour had passed, and only two fish had been brought up. It wasn't fast; it was only average.
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