Fang Hao's fishing rod finally moved!
After being still for so long, there was finally some activity again.
This excited him for a moment, as he began to fantasize about catching something good this time.
A fish?
Could it be a fish?
This was the moment he'd been looking forward to the most.
He was a bit nervous.
He really wanted to catch a fish, to end his current predicament.
Just look at the others, practically everyone had already caught fish, even some beginners had caught several, whereas he had caught nothing, which was starting to become embarrassing.
And to think he once claimed to be a technical broadcaster.
But now... his fishing skills had gone overboard.
Soon... the result disappointed him.
Because that damn familiar feeling shattered his fantasy.
Hope was dashed again.
Obviously, Fang Hao didn't catch a fish this time either.
The sensation transmitted from the fishing rod indicated that he had caught another thing, not a fish.
