It was past 3 a.m. when I left the police station.
Ye Cheng recalled a famous quote: Have you ever seen Los Angeles at 3 a.m.?
It's a pity that person died in their previous life.
Ye Cheng's motorcycle is too small for four people; he doesn't have his brother's driving skills.
Ye Cheng originally intended for Duan Chunsheng and the others to find a hotel to stay in for the night before returning home, but Duan Chunsheng refused, fearing that his wife would overthink things at home.
There was nothing they could do, so the four of them waited by the roadside for a long time before finally hailing a taxi. They went to where Ye Cheng had parked his motorcycle, and then Ye Cheng got off and rode off, while the other three took a taxi back to the village.
Back in the village, the dogs woke up and barked a few times.
Ye Cheng stopped thinking about anything, lay down on the bed with his greasy hair and dirty face, and took a nap.
He didn't sleep well at all. During the day, there were always people walking around in the village, as well as the sounds of chickens, ducks, and geese. He slept until he woke up from the heat. When Ye Cheng opened his eyes, it was already noon.
Damn it, it's good to be young. When you're in your forties, you can't even sleep.
Yawning, Ye Cheng stripped naked and took a hot shower, finally getting rid of all the grease on his body.
Open the refrigerator, take out an ice-cold soda, take a sip, and the refreshing feeling is perfect for an advertisement.
However, the soda didn't keep him full, and Ye Cheng's stomach started growling after just two sips.
Ye Cheng casually put on some clothes and was about to go find something to eat when he heard someone peeking around outside.
Ye Cheng looked and saw it was Duan Yong.
He went outside, and there was a bit of awkwardness between them. Duan Yong said sheepishly, "My dad said he was wondering if you were free to come over for lunch."
"Okay, wait for me a minute, I'm starving."
Ye Cheng felt no guilt whatsoever about working so hard last night just to get a meal.
Xiao Hu woke up too. Luckily, his parents didn't know what they had done last night, or they would have nagged him to death.
The two followed Duan Yong to the Duan family home, where Duan Chunsheng and his wife were so hospitable that they treated them like family.
It's clear that Aunt Duan prepared a lot of food carefully; many of the dishes must have been bought in town early that morning.
Regarding what happened last night, Duan Chunsheng had Duan Yong offer him three toasts in succession to express his gratitude.
After three drinks, their relationship improved.
The meal lasted until 2 p.m. That's how it is in the village. As long as there's nothing else to do, you can eat until as late as you want. It's easier than working like an ox or a horse, and there's no boss calling you like crazy.
If Ye Cheng hadn't kept saying he had things to do in the afternoon, they probably could have eaten until evening.
After leaving the Duan family, Ye Cheng finally had time to check the system:
Luck value: 20+20
Points: 990
Deposits: 23,000; Loans: 10,000.
This level of luck made Ye Cheng purse his lips. He had been this lucky for several days in a row, and he was even a little reluctant to do anything.
However, considering that he would be participating in the finals in a few days, Ye Cheng decided to practice fishing.
As for Xiao Hu, he drank too much and went back to sleep.
I reckon once I wake up, I'll start chopping up skeletons again.
Ye Cheng, carrying a pole and a water tank, left the village and casually strolled along the beach.
Without deliberately choosing a location, Ye Cheng simply found a spacious spot to start his fishing trip.
The main purpose is just one thing: to practice my skills. As for what I can catch, we'll see.
Ye Cheng used a lot of bait during the last qualifying round. The bait was all obtained through points, so he had to use it sparingly. Therefore, Ye Cheng practiced casting with his fishing rod first.
To catch fish, casting is an essential skill.
Actually, casting a rod isn't difficult; it's more a matter of practice.
Practice makes perfect.
Ye Cheng remembered learning a text about an oil seller when he was a child. These few words were the oil seller's self-evaluation.
Ye Cheng himself felt the same way. He had been casting his fishing rod for nearly two hours. Although he couldn't hit the target precisely, casting far was no problem.
And, most importantly, we won't accidentally hurt anyone now.
Looking at the fresh scratches and small pits on the surrounding rocks, Xiao Hu should be very glad that he didn't come along.
After practicing enough, Ye Cheng started fishing.
With the waist, arm, and torso combined in one smooth motion, the arm is swung outwards with style, the fishing line flashes in the air, and falls smoothly into the sea at a depth of four or five meters.
"Awesome!" Ye Cheng clenched his fist, feeling like he had mastered a great skill.
Colorful buoys stand upright in the seawater. The sea is relatively calm, but the buoys still rise and fall slightly with the water.
An unusual vibration came from the fishing line. Although it was very slight, the feeling was strange.
Ye Cheng sensed it; fish were testing the waters below.
One or two light taps.
On the third cast, the float sank directly, and Ye Cheng decisively lifted the rod and pulled!
The fish has been caught.
As soon as the fish came up, Ye Cheng felt a tremendous force coming from it, and the front of the fishing rod was pulled into a nearly 90-degree right-angle arc.
It's a large shipment.
The fishing line was quickly pulled out. The sea here wasn't deep, so Ye Cheng didn't dare to let out the line for too long. He grabbed it and the line taut, starting to cut through the seawater.
Ye Cheng timed his hook strike well this time; the fish bit the hook quite deeply, so no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't shake it off.
After a futile effort that had exhausted most of its strength, Ye Cheng seized the opportunity to use three consecutive spiked clubs to pull its back out of the water.
A fish nearly 50 centimeters long, with a shiny black back and a slender body, looks like a mackerel.
Ye Cheng was a little excited that he could catch such a big fish with his luck stat of 40.
He grabbed the fishing rod, trying to find an opportunity to lift the fish, but the guy hadn't exhausted his strength yet, and Ye Cheng tried to lift it three times in a row but failed.
Ye Cheng was exhausted after a few attempts, and his arms were a little sore. Helpless, he was pulled back into the sea by the fishing line.
Once submerged, the creature instantly regained its strength. It was probably frightened by its earlier exposure to the surface and knew it would perish if it didn't exert itself.
After the fish went in, it struggled even more frantically, forcing Ye Cheng to pull the fishing rod up to his waist in an attempt to maintain the situation.
However, the fish, already frightened, possessed extraordinary strength. Before Ye Cheng could even regain his footing for half a minute, he felt his hand slip, and the fishing hook and line bounced back into the air.
They've decoupled.
"Damn it!" Ye Cheng cursed. They'd already pulled them out of the water and they still hadn't come off the hook. What kind of world is this?
He remembered that Chen Jinshui had once told him that fish, especially big fish, can be startled, and once they are out of the water, you should try not to let them go back in.
Because it recovers more slowly on the water, once it returns to the water and regains its strength, it is very likely to break free.
It's also because Ye Cheng wasn't in much spirits today, and his body was a bit weak. If he had enough energy, Ye Cheng probably wouldn't have released the fish so easily.
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