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... fishing.”
“….”
Chung Myung sat on a chair, holding a fishing rod. At the end of the rod, which was much thicker than usual, there was a rope wrapped around it that hung into the water.
“What kind of fish would bite that?”
“In a lake this big, there must be some crazy fish. Chung Myung is just like that.”
“…. That actually makes sense.”
Baek Cheon let out a sigh.
“But you have to admit, he’s imitating it pretty convincingly.”
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