The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish-Chapter 415 - 244 Anchor... Stick together! (Please subscribe)

The live stream room was bustling with excitement.

A group of fans who hadn’t managed to register watched enviously and resentfully as others got to fish from the boat.

Oh, how their eyes turned green with envy.

"Ahh, I really want to fish with the host."

"Whimper, why did the registration close so quickly? Were there that many people signing up?"

They all desperately wanted to go, but by the time they tried to sign up, the spots were filled and the registration had ended.

Those who failed to register almost broke their legs in frustration, hating themselves for being too slow.

If only they had signed up earlier, they would have been there now.

Then there were others who didn’t have the time and couldn’t make it to Jinghai.

They could only watch helplessly as the opportunity slipped through their fingers.

Everyone gazed at Fang Hao on the boat, almost moved to tears with envy.

"If I’d known the host was going, I’d have taken leave to join in no matter what."

"This damn project isn’t making money and is full of troubles. If I’d known, I’d have quit and gone fishing instead."

"Man, I don’t want to attend this lousy class for even one day."

There was also a group of people at work who sighed after seeing this scene.

They all expressed their reluctance to work and wished to go fishing instead.

Fishing is the true joy.

Can working bring such happiness?

Not a chance.

A crowd was clamoring to go fishing.

But alas, reality shattered their fantasies.

Those who need to work still have to work.

"Host, is the fishing contest really lively this time?"

"Host, if you participate in the fishing contest, do you think you’ll take first place?"

"Of course, given the host’s skill, he’s definitely taking first place—though it will be last place."

"Hahaha."

The water friends once again teased Fang Hao, and the atmosphere became light-hearted again.

Everyone knew what this last place joke meant.

They were just poking fun at Fang Hao, who can’t catch any fish.

If it were a competition for catching other things, perhaps Fang Hao could be a champion.

But this is a fishing contest; it’s all about catching fish, which is naturally different.

They all knew that Fang Hao had the ability to catch anything but fish.

Fish were completely out of the equation for him.

Since the contest is about fishing, it means... he’s doomed not to catch any fish.

If one can’t catch a single fish, then naturally, they are last place.

It’s not like you can catch a negative number of fish.

However, speaking of what he could catch...

"Just don’t know what the host will end up catching this time."

"With so many people in the fishing contest, if the host catches a cadaver again… that would be interesting."

The water friends in the live stream room were analyzing and guessing what Fang Hao might catch.

The fishing hadn’t even started yet, and people were already guessing.

"You’re all thinking too much."

"This time I absolutely won’t catch those kinds of things."

"This time, I’ll show you what a fishing master looks like!"

"The championship in fishing is mine to claim!"

Fang Hao saw the teasing from everyone and instantly got fired up, betting against the fans.

He wanted to show them what a real fishing master was.

"Hahaha, is the host still dreaming?"

"Host, wake up, this is the venue for the fishing contest."

"The host hasn’t sobered up from his drink yet, talking nonsense already." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Everyone teased him once again.

Fang Hao was used to such scenes and not a bit angry.

He had been getting teased by these trolls for more than just a day or two; he was well accustomed to it.

If he wanted to put these trolls to shame, only the truth would speak for him.

In this fishing contest, no matter what, he had to catch a fish.

What’s this about not being able to catch a single fish? He would let them see what real fishing was!

Wait and see if he could land that hundred-plus-pound fish!

For this fishing contest, Fang Hao had made full preparations, bringing the items rewarded by the system, intended to reinforce the fishing rod and line.

Although he used an Adamantium Alloy Fishing Rod, which was far tougher and more resilient than ordinary rods, Fang Hao still applied a strengthening liquid for good measure, the Fishing Rod and Line Reinforcement Agent.

As long as he sprayed this agent on his rod and line, he wouldn’t have to worry about them breaking.

Ever since that time his rod broke and he lost the fish, Fang Hao never wanted to experience that kind of incident again.

It was even more heart-wrenching than not catching any fish.

At that moment, he had almost failed to catch his breath.

Thankfully, he was strong-willed and eventually got over it.

So for Fang Hao, he certainly wouldn’t make the same mistake a second time.

No way was he letting the fish get away again.

The fishing rod and line had to be reinforced.

After reinforcement, the performance of the rod and line shot up dramatically, doubling the effect.

The other people on board gradually came over to greet him.

This made the water friends guarding their screens almost grind their teeth in envy.

Why hadn’t they been able to register?

After sailing for about four or five hours, the boat finally arrived at the fishing site.

This sea outing was scheduled for three days and two nights.

The winner of the contest would be determined by combining the catch from all these days.

Fishing time each day would be roughly eight hours; any fish caught outside these hours wouldn’t count.

So everyone needed to catch something within these eight hours and thus end the day’s fishing journey.

Those were the rules of the fishing contest, not too complicated.

To put it simply, it meant transforming work into fish and then hauling them in every day.