"Huh! Where's my bobber?"
Meng Fan, who was chatting idly, habitually glanced at his bobber and found it missing from the water's surface. He instinctively lifted his rod to set the hook.
Whoosh!
The fishing line sliced through the water with a crisp whistle, and the tip of the rod bent into a large arc.
"Damn! Got a fish!"
Meng Fan quickly reacted, holding the rod with his right hand while his left hand rested the back of his hand on the upper half of the rod's handle.
If you compared Meng Fan's posture at this moment with Zhang Yang's actions after hooking a fish,
it would be clear,
that their rod control techniques after hooking a fish were almost identical,
Meng Fan had learned a lot from Zhang Yang's fishing techniques, many actions had become instinctual.
This vanguard fish wasn't big, surfacing after one round, but seeing its appearance, the two anglers were a little surprised.
"Damn, what kind of fish is this? Can whitefish really grow this big?"
