Sima Roumei smiled lightly, looking so casual and effortless as if playing a game, nothing like gambling.
On the other hand, Pan Zhongdan, looking like a dashing young man, had sweat dripping from his face, not knowing whether it was due to nerves or the heat, and he was nowhere near calm enough to fan himself with a hand fan.
His hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly, a sign of his nervousness, of which he was oblivious.
Because of his excessive nerves, the fishing rod in his hands vibrated slightly. The fish in the pond seemed keenly aware of it, and despite the excellent bait and the fine fishing rod, they wouldn't bite.
The classmate next door had already caught a big fish, looking relaxed, suggesting it wasn't a problem with the fishing rod. It seemed more like he wasn't skilled enough or just plain unlucky in fishing.
As the little girl next door began pulling in her rod, someone nearby started to make a fuss, "Wow, a big fish is coming up!"
