The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

Time had gone back to the beginning.

But Fang Hao's mind was restless, no longer peaceful.

Why couldn't he catch a fish?

Was his casting posture incorrect?

Or did he not choose the right spot to bait?

"So what the hell is the dream of life?"

Fang Hao muttered to himself.

"It must be Naizi."

In the live stream, a viewer named "Nine-tailed Fox" unconsciously responded.

"???"

"6."

"Brother, you just spoke my mind."

"Indeed, a kindred spirit."

"Lend me a moment to speak."

"Please send the seeds to my email!"

"Are you guys serious? How can you not involve me in such a great thing? Are you even human?"

"Hehe, I'm already washing my feet in the clubhouse."

"Are you washing your feet? I bet you're getting a haircut."

"By the heavens above, I, Wang, have nothing to do with gambling or drugs in this life."

The atmosphere in the live stream suddenly skewed.

"One can live without dreams, but must never fail Naizi."

"Hahaha, who has a picture of Mong's nodule? Take a look."

"Mong's nodule? What the hell is that?"

"Bro, you're awesome; I want to see too!!!"

"You understand this stuff? Internet users indeed have a broad range of knowledge."

"Pro!"

"Respect!"

The live stream was bustling with excitement, like a gathering of seasoned drivers.

Fang Hao had never expected that his casual remark would stir such a commotion in the live stream.

He just wanted to catch a fish...

But the viewers didn't care about that; their conversation had strayed so far that one was on the way to kindergarten while the other was already speeding on the highway.

By the time Fang Hao noticed the situation in the live stream, he was utterly stunned.

What the hell is all this?

What are you all talking about, these egregious words?

This is supposed to be a legit fishing live stream, right?

Isn't this looking down on me too much?

"Could a seasoned driver show me around sometime?"

"6666!"

"Hahaha, I know a place; I'll take you next time. I heard they got a lot of new 'tea' recently."

"Tsk tsk tsk, indeed a seasoned driver."

"I'd like to taste the 'new tea' for 588."

"The host doesn't even have a girlfriend now, probably still a virgin, huh?"

While waiting for a fish to bite, Fang Hao was chatting and messing around with the viewers.

Since the topic had drifted so far, he just went along with it.

Might as well banter.

"Banter, I've had plenty of girlfriends before."

Fang Hao bluffed, though he hadn't really been in any relationships.

His only experience had been a short-lived college romance that lasted less than a month.

It had barely progressed beyond holding hands, let alone rounding any bases.

After about a month, they just weren't compatible and amicably broke up.

"Got it."

"Still a virgin."

In front of a group of seasoned drivers with rich experience, Fang Hao couldn't escape their discerning eyes.

Why do these people like fishing? Why do they enjoy watching fishing?

Isn't it because they've reached that age where the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak, so they turn to other hobbies?

Like when you were young, between girls and fishing, what would you choose?

Youthful and full of vigor, who could resist?

Unless you've reached the sage mode.

"Fishing, fishing."

After being exposed, Fang Hao didn't want to continue discussing the topic.

He shifted his focus.

And brought everyone's attention back to fishing.

"This time I changed the bait, changed the hook, and now I'm using a double hook."

"I just don't believe it, the fish won't bite this time!"

Fang Hao made some adjustments again.

"Just give up the struggle, you're never going to catch a fish."

"It's fate."

"No, I create my own destiny!"

"I believe I can definitely catch a fish this time, I have a hunch!"

"A strong hunch!"

Fang Hao was brimming with confidence.

"Whenever you mention a strong hunch, I feel like you won't catch a fish again."

When everyone heard this, they actually thought it was a bad sign.

Being overly confident usually ends up with no catch.

"Let's bet, what will he catch this time?"

"Anything but fish, I guess anything's possible."

"Hahaha... I think so too."

"This time I guess... maybe a tree branch?"

"I guess... how about another corpse?"

"A corpse is unlikely, that's too absurd."

"He's already caught two before, how is that absurd?"

"Let me guess something more plausible, maybe a bag of trash."

"I guess it's the air force."

"..."

Everyone started guessing what Fang Hao would catch next.

Fish? Or something else?

Anyway, apart from a few people guessing fish, most were guessing all sorts of bizarre things.

Some even guessed a mace.

All kinds of strange things.

"Man, if he catches an antique, he'll strike it rich."

Another viewer chimed in out of the blue.

"It's probably unlikely that he'll catch an antique."

"The host might not be that lucky."

They chatted on.

Fang Hao's fishing rod seemed to move again.

This instantly sharpened Fang Hao's focus.

Is a fish biting?

But then... the rod went quiet again, as if it was just his imagination.

This puzzled Fang Hao; he was sure he had felt the rod move.

Maybe the fish was just testing?

With this confusion, Fang Hao continued to focus on the water surface.

He stared at the float, ready to pull it up at any slight movement.

Time ticked away.

"No movement."

"Did the host observe wrong?"

"The host is so eager to catch a fish, he must be hallucinating."

Everyone thought Fang Hao was hallucinating.

However, just when everyone assumed Fang Hao was wrong, the float moved again.

This time, Fang Hao was sure a fish was nibbling at the bait.

Here it comes.

This was definitely the movement of a fish.

He could clearly feel it.

He trusted his judgment!

Phew.

This time, Fang Hao wasn't as tense; he steadied his breathing.

Breathing lightly, eyes fixed on the water surface.

One hand firmly holding the hunch, the other ready to pull back the fishing line.

Hooked!

Suddenly, he felt the hook snag something, and his heart leaped with joy.

This time, he believed he had caught a fish.

Because the previous movements were too much like a fish nibbling at the bait.

He was too familiar with such a scene.

He couldn't be wrong.

Fish, this time a fish must be on the hook!

"You watch, this time I'm going to amaze all of you."

"Let you see my true skill."

"Here comes the fish!"

"..."