He felt that he was really going to catch fish this time.
The movement just now was definitely a fish biting the bait.
My mood suddenly became excited.
Catching fish this time had a very different meaning to him.
Finally broke his recent record of not catching fish.
The most important thing is to get rid of the gloom of catching a corpse.
"Are we really going to catch fish?"
When all the water friends saw Fang Hao's expressions and movements, they all expressed surprise.
This was the first time they saw Fang Hao showing such an expression.
"My dear, Qingjie."
"No, I don't believe it. This must be fake. How can the anchor catch fish with his skills?"
"I don't believe that the anchor's skills can catch fish either!"
"I'm afraid I caught something again."
A group of people still didn't believe that Fang Hao could catch the fish, and they all thought that he might have caught something.
A large part of this group of water friends were people who paid attention to him after he fished the body, and they did not just like fishing.
They prefer to watch Fang Hao catch strange things.
If you just want to watch fishing, then you might as well watch other anchors who are better at fishing.
They like to watch Fang Hao because he has a good fishing atmosphere and the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is good.
Also, he has bad luck and always catches strange things.
That's what attracts them.
"Hey, I bet it's not a fish I caught this time."
"I'll bet ten bucks that it's not."
"But no one bets on peeing while standing upside down anymore~"
"Ha ha."
"As long as the anchor doesn't catch a fish, we will still be good friends."
A group of people were watching intently, and they were as nervous as Fang Hao.
It's just that the direction of their tension is different.
Fang Hao was looking forward to catching fish.
But this group of water friends expect him to catch other things, not fish.
The atmosphere suddenly solidified.
The quiet night was accompanied by a few frogs croaking, and occasionally a few quacking crows in the distant trees.
Everyone was watching Fang Hao catch the fish.
Fang Hao tried to slowly pull the thread back.
There's some movement.
And it still weighs a bit when pulled up, probably about seven or eight pounds.
Finally caught a decent one.
A fish weighing seven or eight pounds is considered pretty good.
After all, there are still too few fish weighing twenty or thirty pounds, and it is impossible for someone to catch them every day.
Even though the Baisha Reservoir has a lot of catches, it doesn’t mean that you can catch big fish every day.
If it were that easy, everyone would be a fishing master.
Although Fang Hao feels that he is not a fishing expert yet, he is at least a veteran of fishing.
Rich fishing experience.
Feeling the weight, I pulled back little by little.
This time he pulled very carefully.
But as he pulled back, a trace of doubt appeared on his face...
Why does this feel feel a little wrong?
It shouldn't be.
The movement before was definitely a fish biting the bait.
He would not be wrong about this.
Could it be that I was too nervous and had hallucinations?
That may be the case.
Although Fang Hao was confused for a moment, he still thought that he was hallucinating and suspected that what he caught was not a fish.
If I can’t catch any fish this time…
His mentality really collapsed.
As the fishing line was pulled back, but...that familiar feeling came back.
"No...absolutely not."
Fang Hao didn't dare to think that way, he still held on to his last glimmer of hope.
But when the fish caught surfaced, his last hope was shattered...
Depend on!
Not really.
What he caught was not a fish.
Fang Hao looked at what he had just caught and almost cursed.
What kind of bad luck is this.
He caught another strange thing.
A radio!
To be precise, it was a scrapped radio.
Judging from the appearance and the traces of moss on it, I'm afraid this thing is more than ten or twenty years old.
Some of the iron parts are rusty and show signs of age.
His double fish hook was hung on a buckle of the radio, and it was locked in a position on one side and hooked firmly.
However, there is less bait on it, and it seems to have been bitten by something, leaving some traces of bites.
From this point of view, Fang Hao did not make a mistake in his judgment before. There was indeed a fish eating the bait, but in the process of eating, the fishhook might have shaken, and then the hook was hung on the radio under the water.
And after Fang Hao caught the scrapped radio.
The live broadcast room immediately exploded.
"Hahaha, it almost scared me. I thought I was really going to catch a fish."
"It's better if you don't fish."
"The anchor's luck is really special. He still caught something strange."
"Did you catch a radio this time?"
"What bad luck..."
"Haha, the anchor's luck is pretty good today, at least he didn't catch any corpses."
"That's right, the anchor didn't catch any corpses today."
Everyone started joking again.
Seeing that Fang Hao didn't catch any fish, they were more excited than anyone else.
They just like to see the fish not caught.
"It feels good."
"As long as I see the anchor not catching any fish, I will be happy."
"Hey, give the host a super hot to comfort me."
There are more people giving gifts in the live broadcast room, which is a small consolation.
Fang Hao is probably the only fishing anchor who became popular because he couldn't catch fish.
"It made me laugh. This anchor really caught something else."
"I suspect someone secretly hung something (the dog's head) underwater."
"There is no doubt that the person hanging things underneath is me (squinting smile)."
"You all studied from Deyun Club, right?"
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Anchor, try fishing for an antique next time."
"If you really catch antiques, you will really make a fortune."
"What the hell, experts will say that this belongs to the country and needs to be handed over! It would be nice to give you a bonus of 600 yuan at that time."
"2333."
"Anchor, why don't you try this radio and see if it still works?"
…
Fang Hao was in a very irritable mood, almost as if a girl had come to visit his aunt.
I never thought that my luck would be so unlucky.
This is too much bad luck.
Or does the Baisha Reservoir conflict with me?
It seems that I haven't caught any fish since I came here to fish.
Last night... two bodies were caught.
Tonight, he first caught an Ultraman toy, and now he caught a scrapped radio.
No one is really lucky.
Dao's heart is broken.
If it had been anyone else, the fishing rod would have been broken.
He couldn't figure it out.
What exactly is the problem?
Yesterday I was a corpse collector, today I am a scrap collector.
"Anchor, would you like to try this radio to see if it still works?"
Fang Hao also caught a glimpse of this sentence mentioned by a water friend in the live broadcast room.
This thing has been underwater for who knows how many years. It's just a piece of junk and has no chance of being used again.
If it were new, Fang Hao might feel a little relieved.
Is this crap still usable?
Fang Hao pressed the button on the radio and tried it.
After pressing the button, there is no movement.
How could this possibly be useful.
Not to mention whether there is a battery inside, even if it is, it will be useless after being underwater for so long.
He was also very funny.
I'm actually going to give it a try.
He shook his head, feeling that he was too funny.
"Why……"
But the next moment.
"Zizzi..."
The radio next to him suddenly started to move, and a special electric sound came out.
