The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

"Yawn."

The sea breeze blew.

Fang Hao suddenly felt his nose get irritated and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Strange, why did I suddenly sneeze?"

He muttered to himself and didn't think too much of it.

Instead, he continued to focus on fishing.

Fang Hao steered the boat away from Zhongye Island, choosing a new spot far from the island.

There were no islands in sight anymore.

Azure sea and sky, endless and vast.

The scenery was beautiful, intoxicating involuntarily.

Gazing at the boundless sea, one's mood would naturally improve, feeling more open and relaxed.

The spirits of Fang Hao and his team were lifted considerably.

"We shouldn't be fishing up any divers here, should we?"

Xiao Pang casually mentioned.

Old Ye glanced at him and shook his head, not saying anything.

Fang Hao also turned to look at him but didn't say anything either.

Xiao Pang quickly covered his mouth, realizing he had said something wrong.

That was killing the mood.

Everyone had been in high spirits, but bringing up that past incident could ruin it.

"Haha, um..."

"We should be able to catch some fish today, right, Brother Hao?"

He quickly changed the subject.

Having fished with Fang Hao for so long, he knew Fang Hao's biggest wish was to catch fish.

"Old Ye, do you think 170 pounds of bait can lure a shark?" Fang Hao asked Old Ye suddenly.

"I think it's possible," Old Ye replied with a smile.

"..."

Xiao Pang knew to keep his mouth shut at this time.

Because he was that 170-pound bait.

The three of them readjusted their fishing rods, set the bait again, and cast back into the sea.

Continuing their sea fishing.

The sea was still calm for now.

About ten minutes passed.

Old Ye's float moved.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Old Ye caught the first fish, a yellow croaker, weighing a little over two pounds.

Finally, there was a catch.

Old Ye catching a fish was an encouragement for their little team.

At least it was a good start, ensuring they wouldn't end up catching nothing.

With one, there comes two... they would catch more fish.

Confidence surged.

Old Ye's fish brought more than just good luck!

Regardless of the fish's value.

Having fish was enough.

Fang Hao wasn't picky.

Having come all this way, he definitely wanted to catch a fish to take back.

Then, after another ten minutes, Old Ye caught a second fish, also a yellow croaker.

This one was smaller than the first.

The third fish came even faster, caught just one minute after casting.

Catching three fish in a row, Old Ye made an appearance in the livestream.

The livestream chat exploded with exclamations.

"Wow, Old Ye's skill is solid, caught three in just a short while."

"See, that's skill."

"Newbie here, how many has the streamer caught?"

"He's caught two (divers)!"

"Hahaha."

The atmosphere in the livestream room was lifted once again.

The previous diver-catching incident was being joked about again.

Fang Hao simply turned a blind eye, pretending not to see.

He was accustomed to it anyway; among ten people in this livestream room, eleven were trolls.

It felt strange to him if a day went by without being teased.

But it was Fang Hao's own fault for having so many memes about him.

Starting as the Corpse-fishing streamer, he had accrued a multitude of nicknames.

And indeed, his luck was terrible.

He had yet to catch a fish, always reeling in unexpected items.

He could catch anything.

Except... fish.

This was truly annoying.

For a fisherman, not catching fish, how awkward is that?

Sigh.

Fang Hao let out a sigh, hoping that after worshiping the gods and drawing a fortune stick this time before going to sea—since he drew a very auspicious sign—he should encounter no issues and definitely catch some fish.

Old Ye had already caught several fish.

Fang Hao remained calm and composed, gazing at the vast sea.

The more at such a time, the more serene and unhurried he felt.

Since he believed he would catch fish, there was no need to worry about the ticking seconds.

Not catching fish at the moment didn't mean he would never catch any.

With so many fish in the sea, he was sure to succeed.

Fang Hao just hoped he wouldn't catch any more weird objects.

Of course, no more divers either.

Catching a diver again would be impolite.

Maybe then the divers would want to chop him up and feed him to the fish.

Besides Fang Hao, Xiao Pang hadn't caught any fish either.

Soon, Old Ye caught the fourth fish.

This fish was finally different, not a yellow croaker but a black porgy.

At last, a different kind of fish.

"This fish would be nice steamed for dinner."

Xiao Pang's eyes lit up.

He had already decided what to eat for dinner.

Fish was the obvious choice for the evening.

With so many fish caught by Old Ye, there was no worry about what to eat.

Although they brought their own food, having fresh fish was naturally the preferred option.

Ah?

Finally, at that moment, Fang Hao's float also showed movement.

Please, please let it be a fish this time.

Fang Hao became nervous.

He truly feared a repeat of the previous incidents, catching a diver or some other peculiar object.

He gripped the fishing rod.

Based on the sensation, he could tell that what he caught this time was not a diver.

Indeed, there couldn't be that many divers to catch.