The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish-Chapter 43 - 42: Brother Hao, My Family Sells Fish!

The little boy showed Fang Hao that he had caught his second fish, and Fang Hao felt hurt.

The viewers in the live stream couldn't stop laughing, bent double with mirth.

A kid caught two fish already, while he hadn't had a nibble.

"Don't cry, streamer, I believe today you must be...

...

...

an air force member!"

"The guy above is underestimating us fishers, how could we possibly be the air force. Hao bro, see that vegetable patch beside us? Later, we can go pick some greens to take home."

"That's right, our fisher's motto is never to be part of the air force; even if we can't catch fish, we must go into the river and grab some screws to bring back home."

"If that doesn't work out, streamer, let's just fish up a corpse, to show them your strength!"

"Hao bro, Hao bro, my family sells fish, think about it, why don't you come over to my place and buy a few? I promise I won't tell anyone you bought them."

It seemed like the viewers were each coming up with suggestions, but every word was dripping with sarcasm.

But Fang Hao had no longer the mood to care about that.

He had seen through it all.

Those viewers in the live stream room had all turned into trolls, just waiting to mock him.

Therefore, what was more important for him now was to catch a fish.

This was the best way to prove himself!

As long as he caught a fish, he could shut up these trolls in the live room and slap them hard in the face.

To let them see that his fishing skills were not a problem!

Fang Hao's mentality began to get a little anxious; he wanted to catch a fish soon, no longer as calm as before.

Luckily, the fishing buddy Lao Sun and the little boy's father, Brother Zhang, who were near Fang Hao, hadn't caught any fish either.

It wasn't just him; he wasn't fighting this battle alone.

Otherwise, if everyone else was catching fish except him, he would feel too miserable.

Look, nobody else caught any fish, only the kid did; maybe the kid was just luckier.

It wasn't a problem with their techniques.

It was just that their luck hadn't turned up today.

Yes, that must be it.

After giving himself a mental CPU, Fang Hao calmed his anxious heart a bit.

But not long after.

Lao Sun had a bite.

Fang Hao's heart leapt.

"It's alright, it's just a little shad."

Seeing that what Lao Sun had caught was just a little shad, only as thick as two or three fingers, Fang Hao sighed with relief.

He wasn't too far behind.

All he needed to do was to catch a fish weighing one or two pounds.

He wasn't asking to catch a big fish now; any decent fish would do.

After all, the difficulty of catching big ones here was much greater than at Baisa Reservoir.

He should focus on solving the problem of catching a fish first.

He just needed to catch one.

Size didn't matter.

Fang Hao desperately needed to catch a fish to break through the zero to one situation.

As long as he caught one fish, it would prove his luck was turning, and there shouldn't be anything to worry about after that.

He didn't doubt his technique, didn't think it was a technical problem.

It was definitely just his bad luck.

A few minutes later, Lao Sun caught another little shad, starting to catch fish one after another.

Although they were just little shads, it began to make Fang Hao anxious again.

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He couldn't keep going on like this.

Look at the bunch of trolls in the live room, how smug they were.

He couldn't let them stay this happy.

He had to land a fish to give them a taste of what a real surprise was!

Time ticked by, second by second.

The surface of the water was serene, and Fang Hao's fishing rod remained still without any signs of movement.

"Wow, there's a bite."

"Finally, a big catch."

"This fish... should weigh about three or four pounds."

Old Sun was beside him, stirring him up again.

Old Sun suddenly shouted, his whole demeanor snapping to attention as if the fish he had hooked this time was no small fry.

Judging by his actions, it seemed likely that the fish was not small.

Here we go again...

The children hadn't caught any more fish, but now it was the other anglers' turn to reel them in.

"Streamer... have you caught a fish yet?"

"Your neighbor angler has caught another fish."

The audience in the live stream continued to needle Fang Hao.

"Don't let it be that the kid catches another fish and you haven't caught any."

The viewers' comments immediately made Fang Hao tense, and his gaze instinctively shifted to where the children were.

Having caught two fish already, the child's interest in fishing had greatly increased; he was having lots of fun and was fishing with enthusiasm.

He sat next to his dad, emulating him closely.

Whatever his dad did, he did too.

If his dad took a drink from the water bottle, he would grab it and take a sip too.

When his dad lifted the fishing rod, he also lifted it in anticipation.

Mimicking everything.

But clearly enjoying himself.

"Such an adorable kid..."

The live stream's audience couldn't help but praise.

Meanwhile, Old Sun had scooped up a fish with his net, reeling in a nearly five-pound catfish.

This was probably the biggest catch any of them had landed so far that day.

Seeing his catch, a joyful grin bloomed on Old Sun's wrinkled face, like a chrysanthemum in full bloom.

"Little Fang, haven't you landed a catch yet?"

"..."

Hush, don't ask.

Damn it, I don't want to deal with you.

Fang Hao pretended not to hear Old Sun.

The guy had just caught a nearly five-pounder and was obviously thrilled, but I wasn't going to give him the chance to show off.

Now that Old Sun had landed a catch, it just left Fang Hao and fellow angler, Brother Zhang, without a fish.

Good... I'm not alone in this yet.

"The streamer looks so cute right now."

"Streamer, let's not get upset. It's just a fish, right? If it comes to it, I can dive in later and hang a few fish on your line."

"Streamer, not catching a fish is no disgrace, we're not professional fishing streamers after all. We're the renowned corpse-fishing streamers; catching a corpse is our real business."

"Haha, that makes sense. Indeed, we're corpse-fishing streamers; not catching fish is the norm. Have you ever seen Jordan trying to play soccer?"

"Exactly, it's like me playing a 36-caliber ball, you can't expect me to play ping pong, can you?"

"I'd like to play with a 36-caliber ball too."

Seeing Fang Hao at a disadvantage, everyone was having a blast.

After all, it didn't really matter to them whether Fang Hao caught any fish or not.

They just enjoyed watching Fang Hao pull up weird things.

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"Wow, daddy, you're amazing."

It wasn't long before the young boy's shout was heard again.

He was clapping his hands with delight.

Judging by the excitement, there must be another fish on the line.

"Three fish in a row, is this a hat trick?"

"Streamer, the little kid is about to catch another fish..."

The viewers also heard the little boy's shouts and all were eagerly anticipating, curious to see if there really was another fish caught.

When they looked over, they found that it wasn't the kid who had caught the fish this time, but Fellow Angler Brother Zhang.

It was a carp that weighed over a pound.

And now, Fang Hao was truly the only one left who hadn't caught a fish, standing as a lone soldier in his battle.