Lin Bei, a post-95s generation man beaten down by society until he chose to lie flat, only wanted to find somewhere quiet. He never expected to get hooked after sitting by the river. The most ridiculous part is that he seems to have the River God’s favor. While everyone else studies bait recipes, analyzes water temperature and air pressure, and practices casting, he casually tosses his line and catches a fish. The whole internet goes wild: “What kind of divine fishing technique is that?” Lin Bei: “No technique. I’m just lucky.” Everyone: “You’re being modest!” Lin Bei: “I’m really not.”
The writing is very Buddhist, but I feel that the author has never fished before, and he is fighting against a big fish, and the tiger's mouth is choked red by the fishing line? I also wrote more than once that the protagonist's bait formula was not told to anyone, and the opponent copied it based on the smell 🤮
I bought a set at 68 to catch 68 pounds of herring? I don't even dare to brag like this even after drinking.