The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

Fang Hao was all too familiar with this sensation.

He felt he was really about to catch a fish this time.

That recent movement was definitely a fish biting the bait.

His mood immediately became excited.

This catch was of a different significance to him.

It would finally break his recent record of not catching any fish.

Most importantly, it could wipe away the gloom of catching a corpse.

"Am I really about to catch a fish?"

An audience seeing Fang Hao's expression and movements all expressed their surprise.

It was their first time seeing Fang Hao with such an expression.

"Oh my god."

"No, I don't believe it, it must be fake; how could a streamer's skill actually catch a fish?"

"I don't believe the streamer's skill can catch fish either!"

"It's probably hooking something else again."

The group still did not believe Fang Hao would catch a fish; they all thought it likely he'd caught something else.

A large part of this audience had started following him only after he had caught corpses, not merely for the love of fishing.

They preferred watching Fang Hao haul up bizarre objects.

If it was just to watch fishing, they might as well watch other streamers who were better at fishing.

They liked watching Fang Hao because the atmosphere was good in his live sessions.

And because of his bad luck, always catching strange things.

That was the real draw.

"Hehe, I bet this time he's not catching a fish either."

"I bet ten bucks it's not."

"But no one's betting on 'peeing upside down' anymore～"

"Haha."

"As long as the streamer doesn't catch fish, we're still friends."

The group watched intently, their feelings as tense as Fang Hao's.

But their apprehension was for different reasons.

Fang Hao was hoping to catch fish.

The audience, however, was hoping he'd snag something else; they didn't actually want him to catch fish.

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

The quiet night was accompanied by several frog calls, and occasionally there were a few cawing crows in the distant bushes.

Everyone was watching Fang Hao fish.

Fang Hao tried slowly reeling in the line.

There was some movement.

And it felt somewhat heavy, probably around seven or eight kilograms.

He finally caught a considerable one.

A seven- or eight-kilogram fish was quite a good catch.

After all, it's rare to catch twenty- or thirty-kilogram fish every day.

Even if Baisa Reservoir was bountiful, it didn't mean you could land big fish every day.

If it were that easy, everyone would be a fishing expert.

Although Fang Hao didn't consider himself a fishing expert, he at least was an experienced fisherman.

With rich fishing experience.

He felt the weight and pulled slowly.

This time he was very careful.

But as he continued to reel in, a look of confusion appeared on his face again...

Why does this feel a bit off?

That shouldn't be possible.

The earlier movement was definitely a fish biting the bait.

He couldn't be wrong about that.

Could it be because he was too nervous and hallucinating?

Maybe that was it.

Although Fang Hao was momentarily puzzled, he still thought he was hallucinating, which made him doubt if his catch was a fish.

If he failed to catch a fish again this time...

His mindset would truly collapse.

As he reeled in the line, that familiar feeling returned.

"No... absolutely not."

Fang Hao didn't dare to think that way; he still clung to the last thread of hope.

But when the object he caught surfaced, his last hope was shattered...

Damn!

It really wasn't.

It wasn't a fish that he had caught.

Fang Hao looked at what he had just caught, and nearly swore out loud.

What kind of awful luck was this?

He pulled up another strange thing.

A radio!

To be precise, a discarded radio.

From its appearance and the traces of moss on it, it seemed like the thing was from decades ago, perhaps ten or twenty years old.

Some iron parts were rusty, showing signs of age.

His double hooks got caught on a clasp of the radio, hooked firmly in place on each side.

But there was some bait missing, as if something had bitten it, leaving some bite marks behind.

From this, Fang Hao hadn't misjudged earlier; there really had been a fish nibbling the bait, but it might have shaken the hooks during the process, snagging them on the underwater radio.

And after Fang Hao pulled up the discarded radio.

The live stream room instantly burst into commotion.

"Hahaha, almost gave me a scare, thought he actually had a fish on the line."

"Good he didn't catch a fish."

"This streamer's luck is indeed special, always catching weird stuff."

"Did he catch a radio this time?"

"This unlucky luck..."

"Haha, the streamer's luck isn't bad today, at least he didn't catch a corpse."

"True, at least he didn't catch a corpse today."

Everyone started joking again.

Seeing Fang Hao hadn't caught any fish, they were more excited than anyone.

They loved watching him not catch fish.

"Feeling good."

"As long as the streamer doesn't catch fish, I'm happy."

"Hehe, let's send a Super Fire to comfort the streamer."

The number of gifts being sent in the room increased, a small consolation.

Fang Hao must be the only fishing streamer who became famous for not catching fish.

"I'm dying of laughter, this streamer actually caught something else."

"I suspect there's someone underwater secretly placing things (dog head)."

"No need to suspect, the one hanging things underneath is me (sly smile)."

"You guys must have been trained by De Yun Society, right?"

"Hahahahaha."

"Streamer, try catching an antique next time."

"If you really catch an antique, then you'll be rich."

"Fat chance, the experts will say it belongs to the nation and you have to hand it over! Getting six hundred bucks as a reward would be good enough."

"2333."

"Streamer, why don't you try if this radio still works?"

…

Fang Hao was feeling very frustrated, almost like a girl on her period.

He had never imagined his luck could be this bad.

This was seriously too much bad luck.

Or was it Baisa Reservoir clashing with his fate?

It seemed like ever since he started fishing here, he'd never actually caught a fish.

Last night... he pulled up two corpses.

Tonight, he first pulled up an Ultraman toy, and now a discarded radio.

His luck was seriously unbeatable.

His moral was shattered.

If it were someone else, they probably would have snapped their fishing rod by now.

He just couldn't understand.

Where exactly was the problem?

Yesterday, he became a corpse recovery man, today a junk collector.

"Streamer, do you want to try if this radio still works?"

Fang Hao also saw this comment mentioned in the live stream room.

This thing had been underwater for who knows how many years, obviously it was junk, how could it possibly work?

If it were new, Fang Hao might have felt a bit comforted.

But could this broken thing still work?

Still, Fang Hao pressed the button on the radio to try it out.

After pressing the button, there was no response at all.

How could it possibly work.

Not to mention whether it had batteries, even if it did, they would have been useless after being underwater so long.

He was being foolish.

Actually trying it out.

He shook his head, thinking he was really too funny.

"Ah..."

However, the next moment.

"Zzzzz..."

Suddenly, the radio next to him made a noise and emitted a peculiar electrical sound.