The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish-Chapter 95 - 93 What could be wrapped in the black plastic bag?_2

Screw the persona of not catching fish.

Today, I'm going to try catching some fish myself to end this streak of bad luck.

Fang Hao focused on the still tranquil lake, his attention entirely on fishing, ignoring the playful teasing from the livestream viewers.

Even when friends at the fishing gathering called him to eat, he didn't hear them.

Until they brought the food over.

"Fang Hao, here are some freshly grilled oysters, want to eat some first?"

They had been fishing for a while.

But they were mostly barbecuing and eating while fishing, so they weren't very hungry.

Only Fang Hao hadn't eaten much, just a bit at the start, and then he stopped.

He was very focused on fishing.

"No need, you guys eat first."

Fang Hao wasn't interested in eating yet; he wanted to wait until he caught some fish.

It'd be soon.

He believed he'd be catching some fish soon.

But after a long while, there was still no movement on his fishing rod.

Others weren't catching any fish either and were starting to get anxious.

"Are we really not going to catch any fish today?"

After saying that, everyone looked towards Fang Hao.

It didn't matter if they didn't catch fish, but Fang Hao needed to.

This would decide whether they'd end up drinking lake water.

Watching the calm, unrippled lake, worry started to set in their hearts.

Mainly because of Fang Hao's constant bad luck with fishing, they couldn't help but doubt if they could catch any fish today.

"Could it be that we set up our bait wrong today?"

Everyone started to reflect on their methods.

"It shouldn't be…"

"I think our bait setup is okay this time, we even used more bait than usual."

"Then is it the location we chose that's wrong?"

"That's even less likely, you saw that others nearby also caught some fish."

"..."

Then, everyone looked at Fang Hao again.

Although no one spoke, the implication was clear.

They were implying that not catching fish might be because of Fang Hao's presence.

They got infected by his bad luck.

But it was not a nice thing to say directly in front of Fang Hao.

That would be too hurtful.

Fang Hao pretended not to hear their murmurs and sank into his own world of fishing.

Calm and composed.

That's the true spirit of a fisherman.

"Fang Hao, can you watch my rod for a sec? I need to use the restroom."

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Just then, Milky Pink Powder, sitting beside Fang Hao, suddenly felt his stomach churning loudly.

Maybe he ate too much.

He was the one who ate the most among them.

Constantly eating.

Now he needed to use the restroom.

A sudden urge to defecate.

He wished to break free and rush out of that confined passageway.

Milky Pink Powder asked Fang Hao to watch his rod while he quickly went to find a restroom for his needs.

Just after the guy left, Fang Hao noticed the other's float moved.

Huh?

What a coincidence?

The guy just left, and now the fish bites?

So if he catches this fish, should it be considered his or the other guy's?

Seeing the other person's float move, Fang Hao didn't have time to think more and went to where the rod was placed.

Waiting to reel in the fish.

Viewers in the livestreaming room noticed Fang Hao leaving his spot to go to the other side and perked up.

All paying attention.

"Is there a fish?"

"Damn it, really going to catch a fish?"

Everyone suddenly became tense.

"So is this fish considered someone else's or the host's?"

Just like Fang Hao thought earlier, many viewers were pondering the same question.

"This rod isn't the host's, it definitely wouldn't count as the host's catch."

"This fish belongs to Pink Powder."

"Right."

The viewers unanimously felt that even if the fish were caught, it wouldn't belong to Fang Hao but someone else.

They weren't too worried about this catch.

After all, everyone had reasons to believe that it shouldn't count as Fang Hao's catch.

And the guy had just left, the fish bit right after.

If he had just waited a bit, would he have caught the fish himself?

But even though that's what they said, people still wanted to see Fang Hao catch the fish.

The participants at the fishing gathering on site were also watching.

However, their thoughts differed from those of the livestream viewers; they believed any fish caught would be because of Fang Hao.

It was about whether they had to drink lake water.

Of course, they felt it should count as Fang Hao's catch!

All eyes were on Fang Hao.

The pressure was back on him.

...

Fang Hao slightly tightened his grip on the rod, careful not to make too much noise and scare the fish away.

It didn't matter if the fish didn't count towards his score.

But as long as he caught it himself, he would be satisfied.

However, when he gripped the rod, he suddenly felt something was off.

The feel wasn't right.

He was too familiar with this feel.

The last few times he caught other things, it had been the same feel.

This was nothing like the feel of catching a fish.

Really?

Even with someone else's rod, he'd catch these things?

Fang Hao was somewhat speechless.

He had just caught a scrapped motorcycle.

Couldn't it ever stop?

But however much he complained, he still had to reel it in.

He tried pulling it a bit and it wasn't too heavy.