The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

Near the reservoir, there were quite a few people night fishing, not just Fang Hao and his group of angling friends, but also other enthusiasts who came for wild fishing.

Most of those fishing were middle-aged men, with only a handful of young people.

Fang Hao was one of them.

At just twenty-four, he was young and handsome, perhaps due to frequent night fishing, his skin had not darkened.

"Some research suggests that men start to pick up hobbies like playing with prayer beads, collecting, and fishing after a certain age when their bodies are no longer up to par."

"So... are these older brothers who come fishing out of shape?"

"23333, does that mean the streamer is also out of shape?"

"Hahaha, I remember the streamer is still single. What's he going to do in the future?"

"What's the use of this iron rod to me..."

"You guys are going to laugh me to death."

In a live stream with just a few dozen people, the audience was particularly lively.

They teased Fang Hao and sent him some gifts.

"Don't worry, an hour is no big deal."

Fang Hao rolled his eyes and continued fiddling with his fishing line.

"Surely, those without experience are the biggest BSers. I'd even be impressed if you could do it in thirty minutes."

"Excuse me, streamer, by saying an hour, did you mean fifty-nine minutes?"

"Is there nobody else like me who can do it in just ten seconds?"

"..."

The chat in the live stream was getting more and more absurd.

Fortunately, Fang Hao was an old hand at this—he was a transmigrator, having lived decades.

He was still unfazed, his face unblushing, his heart not skipping a beat.

It was all a small affair.

He wasn't flustered at all.

After he finished tinkering with the fishing line, he got ready to start fishing.

His fellow anglers who had come with him had already baited their spots and settled down in their seats.

He was relatively slow.

But Fang Hao wasn't in a hurry.

Slow and steady wins the race.

He was after quality catch.

Today he had bragged about it in his stream—he couldn't afford to come up empty.

...

"Alright, today I'll show you what style fishing is all about."

Zhiu.

With a swift cast, he sent the hook flying about ten meters or so, where it settled into the water revealing a bobber on the surface.

Next was the wait.

Taking advantage of the time, Fang Hao resumed chatting with the audience in the live stream.

"I have a strong feeling that I'm going to land a big one today!"

"I have a feeling, too, that the streamer is only going to catch little fish (emoji: sideways glance)."

"Am I the only one who thinks the streamer will come up empty?"

"Coming up empty is unlikely. If all else fails, the streamer can always quench his thirst with river water and head home. We fishermen never come up empty!"

"Hahaha, are you trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit my debts?"

The joy continued in this live stream.

The atmosphere was very relaxed.

There wasn't that sense of gloom found in other live streams.

This was also why Fang Hao's live stream was so active despite not having many followers.

Those streams with hundreds or thousands of viewers probably weren't as lively as his.

After waiting for about ten minutes,

Fang Hao spotted the bobber twitching, suggesting something was nibbling at the bait below the surface.

He immediately perked up.

"Guys, get ready; we're about to haul one in."

Then he focused all his attention on the bobber.

But as time ticked by—forty to fifty seconds more—the bobber didn't budge again, clearly signifying that the activity had ceased.

"Where's the fish?"

Seeing the audience's queries, Fang Hao explained.

"I can confirm, there was definitely a fish nibbling at the bait just now."

In order to prove his belief was right, Fang Hao lifted his fishing rod, then checked the bait on the hook.

However, when he saw the bait on the hook was still intact, that was embarrassing.

"Um... maybe my eyes tricked me just now."

He promptly admitted his mistake.

A young man can take it as well as dish it out, and wouldn't stubbornly stick to his guns for the sake of pride.

After all, the night fishing had just begun.

The night was long.

With such a long night ahead, he just didn't believe he would come up empty-handed.

If there were fellow anglers here who had caught big ones of thirty or forty pounds, then so could he!

Another thirty minutes had passed.

"Streamer, it looks like the guy next to you has already caught two good ones. How about you?"

"You're not going to end up with a zero catch today, are you?"

"Psh, crow's mouth."

"Relax, I definitely got distracted by the guy next to me just now. I'm going to move to a spot with fewer people, and I guarantee I'll catch a big one very soon."

"If I catch a big one of several dozen pounds this time, I'll treat everyone to a full fish feast! Everyone here's invited."

"Hahaha, we'll wait."

"Looking forward to the streamer's full fish feast."

"Guys, for the sake of Fang Hao's full fish feast, I feel like we should send someone to dive down and hang a fish on the hook..."

"Hahaha, if that happens, the streamer is really going to bleed money."

"..."

After chatting with his viewers, Fang Hao picked up his things and moved to a new spot.

He felt that the spot he had been in had been affected by the people around him, which had impacted his fishing success.

And just then.

There was a shout of surprise from the viewers in his live stream room.

"Female angler!"

"Holy cow, there really is a female angler."

"And it looks like she has a nice figure."

The sharp-eyed viewers had spotted a female angler fishing not far away as Fang Hao was changing spots.

No wonder they were surprised.

Female anglers are like national treasures in the fishing community, too rare.

After all, women face many more restrictions when it comes to fishing, not to mention safety concerns and so on.

To see a female angler during a night fishing session, how could they not be amazed.

"Streamer, switch the camera over and let us have another look at that female angler."

The viewers in the live stream room were all pleading.

Fang Hao, who had just gotten ready, now noticed the female angler they were talking about.

Female angler?

Fang Hao scanned the area... and indeed saw a female angler sitting not far away.

He also pointed his phone camera in that direction as he went. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

It was to fulfill a wish of his viewers.

The viewers also took the opportunity to admire the prowess of this female angler.

Really, it's true, the female angler did have a pretty good figure, clearly someone who exercised regularly, looking bright and brisk.

And when Fang Hao looked at her, she also noticed him.

Fang Hao casually greeted her.

The female angler nodded her head, acknowledging him, then continued with her fishing.

"Holy shit! That's my goddess Feifei."

It seemed some viewers recognized the female angler in the camera.

Even though there was some distance, that viewer still recognized her.

"Feifei? You're not talking about the female uploader on the alphabet site with hundreds of thousands of followers, are you?"

"That's her!"

"Oh my."

"The streamer actually bumped into my goddess, this luck..."

"Ahhhh, streamer where are you? I'm flying over right now."

The live stream room instantly erupted.

Fang Hao was dumbfounded.

It was just a female angler, was there a need to get this excited?