If you ask what sport is the best way to kill time and make you feel that time is not passing by, it is undoubtedly... fishing.
Of course, it can also be said to be feeding fish. For most fishermen, there is no essential difference between the two.
So, while waiting for Shirley, Luo Fu felt itchy hands, so he took the fishing rod and went to the lake to fish.
Compared to the Black Lake, this small lake in his box had too many nests and the fish density was frighteningly high. He only sat down for a minute before he suddenly raised his rod and caught a bass over one meter long.
He took the bass off the hook, threw it into the fishing basket, and started casting again.
Luofu quickly entered the state of explosive protection. When he encountered a "small fish" weighing less than twenty kilograms, he threw it directly back into the lake... A top fisherman who relies on his skills to make a living is so willful.
After an unknown amount of time, the young man suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps coming from behind him. Judging from the pace, the person who came was probably Margaery.
Just as Luo Fu was about to turn around, a pair of soft hands covered his eyes from behind. The man asked in a deliberately low voice:
"Guess who I am?"
Luo Fu's lips curled up slightly and he said, "Is there any reward if I guess correctly?"
"What reward do you want?"
"I want you……"
"Um?!"
"I want you..." Luofu paused and smiled: "How about playing volleyball with me in the bathroom as a reward?"
"Hmm...then you guessed wrong?"
"I guessed wrong. I can do something for you." Luo Fe grinned and said, "Anything will do."
"good!"
"You're Hermione... Of course it's impossible. She's afraid of losing now and doesn't dare to bet with me anymore." Rolf said softly:
"Fleur's English has a strange accent, and Gabrielle's hands are too small. It's you - Shirley - right?"
Shirley, whose identity was revealed, let go of Luo Fu's eyes, bent down, put her pointed chin on the boy's shoulder, and said depressedly:
"Why don't you guess Margaery? I obviously imitated the sound of her footsteps on purpose, and even sprayed some of her usual perfume on my palms."
Luofu turned his head slightly, gently scratched the bridge of her nose with his finger, and said:
"If it were Margaery covering my eyes, she would definitely put itching powder on her palms. How could I be so gentle as you and ask, 'Guess who I am'?"
"..."
"Anyway, you lost." Luofu said with a proud smile: "If you want to admit defeat, you have to play volleyball with me in the bathroom."
Shirley blushed, she was silent for a moment, and whispered in the boy's ear like a mosquito.
At this time, another fish took the bait, and judging from the strength, it was still a big fish.
But Luofu didn't pay attention to the fishing rod at all. He turned around excitedly, and when he was about to speak, he couldn't help but froze, staring blankly at the blushing and pretty girl behind him.
She was wearing a silver-white long dress, the skirt was woven from ivory satin and silver thread, and looked like a white peony in bloom, delicate and majestic.
The long burgundy hair was loose, hanging down over her shoulders like a waterfall, and flowing down to her waist. This made the girl less green and childish, and more delicate and charming.
On the girl's forehead, there was a slender crown made of gold wire and rubies, which matched her hair very well; on her snow-white neck, hung a necklace studded with precious stones, making her look like a noble princess.
Luo Fu looked at Shirley, whose appearance could be called a disaster for the country and the people, and was stunned for a moment. He felt that his heart had stopped beating, and he did not dare to breathe for a while.
Shirley was already stunningly beautiful before, but her rustic school uniform and monotonous ponytail restrained her beauty to a certain extent, but now it has fully blossomed.
When Shirley saw that Luo Fu was staring at her intently and in a daze, she shyly stretched out her hand and waved it in front of the young man's eyes.
Luofu finally came to his senses. The girl tilted her beautiful head towards him and asked with a smile:
"These are the clothes and outfits Margaery helped me choose. They shouldn't look ugly, right?"
"No." Luofu stared at her with burning eyes and said softly: "Shirley, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Shirley bit her lip, with a pair of extremely smart long autumn eyes that were both shy and charming, she suddenly said:
"Rolf, your fishing rod was dragged into the lake by the fish."
"Damn fishing rod, just let it be. I will never fish again." Luofu stared at the girl and said seriously: "This thing is too much for me to appreciate the beauty."
Shirley's pretty face turned red and became more and more charming. She stuck out her tongue and said softly: "Margery is still waiting for us both."
"Then let's go."
Luo Fu stretched out his arm, and Shirley gently took his hand, and they walked side by side and walked away.
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In the foyer, a large number of students have gathered, milling back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock to arrive, when the door to the auditorium will open.
Some students want to meet their dance partners from other colleges, so they squeeze through the crowd sideways to look for each other.
Harry also looked around in the crowd, looking for his dance partner - Parvati Patil.
Ron's invitation to Fleur was ignored in public and became the laughing stock of everyone... This incident greatly stimulated Harry and made him decide not to poach Digory, lest he also become a clown.
He originally wanted to listen to Ron and invite his sister Ginny, but unfortunately Ginny thought no one would invite him and had already made an appointment with Luna to travel to London together for Christmas.
Not far away, Hermione stood alone in the crowd, waiting for her dance partner.
She wore a robe made of flowing light purple-blue fabric. Her hair was no longer messy, but became soft and shiny, and was pulled into an elegant bun on the back of her head.
In the past, Hermione couldn't be said to be ugly, but she couldn't be said to be pretty either. But after dressing up tonight, she actually looked prettier than most of the girls present.
This extreme contrast attracted the attention of countless students, many of whom were whispering and discussing her outfit.
Harry naturally noticed this scene, and even noticed Ron beside him, staring intently at Hermione.
Harry knew that Ron had invited Hermione, but his attitude and words were very rude, as if Hermione couldn't find a dance partner and was scolded by the other party.
Harry was afraid that Ron would be stimulated again by seeing such a beautiful Hermione, so he took the initiative to distract him and said:
"Ron, where is your dance partner - the Hufflepuff student named Iroh Karst?"
Ron finally looked away and whispered:
"George and Fred said that Ilo Karst had something to do and asked me to wait for her at the door of the women's bathroom on the second floor."
"The women's bathroom on the second floor?" Harry frowned, "Is she feeling sick to her stomach?"
Harry wanted to say something else, but there was a sudden noise not far away.
I saw a group of Slytherin students coming up from their underground common room along the steps.
Walking at the front was Malfoy. He was wearing a black velvet high-collar robe and had his hair slicked back, as if he wanted to look more mature.
It's just that in Harry's opinion, Malfoy looked like a vicar holding a Bible.
Malfoy's dance partner was Pansy Parkinson, who was wearing a frilly light pink robe. She was hanging tightly on Malfoy's arm, looking very proud of herself.
Crabbe and Goyle were both dressed in green, like two large moss-covered stones, following Malfoy and Pansy like two fierce bodyguards.
Malfoy suddenly saw Harry, just like Ron saw Hermione. He let go of Pansy's arm and strode towards Harry.
