"Wow, the fish is swimming toward me!!" YOYO was quite excited after hooking a big fish, instinctively exclaiming a few times.

"Step back, YOYO! Keep the rod arched!" Her assistant reminded her from behind.

Fortunately, YOYO's lapse was only temporary. After the assistant's reminder, she quickly came to her senses, holding the fishing rod while stepping back, passing through the most dangerous stage after hooking a fish.

Strangely enough, perhaps because YOYO's hook set was gentle, the big fish under the water didn't put up a continuous fight; instead, it behaved quite docilely.

It swam forward for a while and soon naturally turned left. After YOYO adjusted the rod in time, the fish, guided by the rod, quickly turned around and swam back.

Throughout the fish-control process, YOYO encountered almost no great danger. The big fish cooperated well, and nothing went awry.

The only downside was that the fish was too docile, extending the time to tire it out and bring it to the surface.

This is when the influence of gender differences among anglers becomes apparent.

Were it an impatient male angler, not seeing the fish for a long time might have led him to eagerly exert force to bring it up, which could cause uncertain consequences if it spooked the fish. A startled big fish could thrash a few times, flick its tail, and instantly snap the line.

And YOYO? Although her technique wasn't very sophisticated, at least she was calm and obedient.

Back when fishing at Zhang Yang's Yaokeng Reservoir, Wang Yan taught her that if the fish doesn't belly up, don't exert force to bring it out of the water. Opportunities to catch a big fish are rare; staying steady is paramount.

Now, YOYO took her boyfriend's words as golden rules. Since the big fish didn't dash away after being hooked, YOYO steadily controlled and played the fish, consuming almost half an hour to tire the fish out.

It was just around noon, the sun at its peak. YOYO, being a slender and weak girl, had arms barely comparable to Wang Yan's thighs in thickness.

After a long time of playing the fish, the little girl's forehead was sweaty, her makeup slightly smeared, her hands holding the rod trembling, her energy heavily depleted.

Put it this way, the fish was exhausted from being played, and the girl was nearly worn out from the exertion. The little girl desperately needed some rest to recover her strength before continuing to fish.

"YOYO, do you want me to help you net the fish?" the assistant behind her asked with concern.

"It's not allowed by the rules for someone to help net fish! I can do it myself!" YOYO wiped the sweat off her forehead with her arm, took the net handed over by the assistant, and gritted her teeth to scoop up the fish.

This was a carp estimated to weigh nearly thirty pounds, with a short and chunky body resembling a pregnant woman with a big belly, a blood-red tail, and scales with distinct contours. It's undoubtedly one of the old fish from Jinghai Garden.

After scooping the fish into the net, YOYO placed the rod on the rod holder, and with all her might, lifted the fish out of the water and onto the shore.

Once the fish was on the shore, YOYO realized she hadn't called the referee yet.

So, YOYO shouted, "Referee, weigh the fish!"

As it happened, the referee for YOYO's section was weighing another athlete's fish a dozen anglers away on the right side. Hearing YOYO's shout, he responded.

"Wait a minute, I'll come over after finishing the weighing and photo-taking here!!"

The referee was busy, so all YOYO could do was wait patiently, holding the net handle with both hands.

Promised to come over in a minute, three minutes passed and the referee still hadn't finished. The display on the electronic scale encountered some issue, flickering non-stop, and it took a backup to finally get an accurate weight.

YOYO had never felt a minute so long. Her small arms and legs were exhausted from playing the fish for so long, and now she had lifted the fish out early but couldn't get the referee. She could only hang on, holding the net frame with both hands.

At Jinghai Garden, there's a clearly written rule in the customer notice during regular operations to protect the skin and reduce the mortality of big fish. Regular fishing fees apply, and it's prohibited to keep fish over five pounds, let alone put them on the shore.

YOYO also knew this rule, but her arms were truly spent. The little girl had a clever idea for a compromise.

She didn't put the fish on the ground but instead held the net handle with both hands, gently placing her right foot under the fish.

Though it was a subtle move, the fish had a supportive point, and the pressure on Xiaowei's hands sharply decreased, allowing her to hold on until the referee arrived.

This seemingly insignificant move, however, stirred up big trouble.

An angler watching nearby discreetly took out his phone and captured the moment on video.

Three minutes later, the referee came over.

"Where's the fish? Who's weighing it?"

"Here, I'm weighing the fish!" Xiaowei hurriedly lifted the fish again and called out.

"Gosh, that's a big fish! Why didn't you wait in the water after netting it? You could have prompted earlier if you were in a hurry, right?"

The referee, seeing a slender female angler hauling a carp the size of a piglet, felt it was somewhat inappropriate.

"No worries, weigh it please! I can still hold on!" the determined YOYO responded, struggling to pour the fish into the weighing net.

The big fish, placed in the net, bent its head and tail up, nearly reaching the edge of the net, at least a whole circle bigger than the previous top fish.