As a Fisherman, My Fish Can Level Up

Chapter 122: Chapter 118 I’m Tired of Catching Such Big Ones

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However, as soon as Chu Mingcheng returned to his fishing spot, he noticed movements in the fishing line—it looked like a True Sea Bream was biting, and he quickly let out more line.

But the fish underwater seemed more cautious than the previous ones, the fishing line going slack and then taut.

Just when you think the fish had swallowed the bait and was running with the line, it would suddenly spit out the bait, causing the line to go slack again.

Chu Mingcheng almost lifted his rod right then, but fortunately, he hesitated, otherwise the fish underwater would have been definitely scared away.

Indeed, there was a large True Sea Bream lurking unseen beneath the water.

It kept circling the bait, occasionally nipping at it with its mouth before spitting it out.

Sometimes it would hold the bait in its mouth, but just when you thought it was about to swallow, it spat it out again.

Hey, it was just playing around!

In fact, this True Sea Bream had learned its lesson an hour before, from someone else’s hook, the wound on its mouth clearly visible.

Therefore, with the psychological shadow it bore, it was even more cautious with the bait.

Once again, after spitting out the bait, it swam forward several meters, seemingly about to leave.

But then it suddenly turned around and swam back toward the bait.

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Meanwhile, Chu Mingcheng on the boat was keeping a close eye on the fishing line. Just as he was getting discouraged by the sudden lack of response, thinking the fish had run away,

four or five seconds later, the line started moving again.

This left Chu Mingcheng with a metaphorical dark cloud over his head—what kind of fish was down there, truly a tiresome little imp!

But the good news was that this time the movement of the fishing line increased. He watched as the line was pulled, and then the fishing rod slowly bent to a certain point before suddenly plunging downward.

Chu Mingcheng was overjoyed, finally the fish had taken the bait. He quickly grabbed the rod and yanked hard, the hook instantly embedding itself deep into the mouth of the True Sea Bream.

A successful hit!

The chances of landing the fish had now increased by half; the task now was to get it to the surface.

The fish was fierce, and Chu Mingcheng found he couldn’t hold the rod steady with one hand, so he halted reeling in and steadied it with both hands first, lifted and pulled the rod back a bit, then quickly wound the line several turns.

From this, it was clear that the fish beneath was definitely not small.

The fishing rod kept making a “squeaking” noise, the fishing line cutting through the water’s surface, taut.

Wei Jiaguo had just scooped up a small True Sea Bream when he noticed the commotion over by Chu Mingcheng.

Seeing that he needed both hands to handle the rod, he was instantly alarmed and couldn’t help but blurt out.

He threw the fish into the fish box and hurried over: “Is it big?”

“It’s alright, probably around fifteen pounds. I’m tired of catching ones this size!” The fish was indeed not small, but judging from the strength, it wouldn’t exceed twenty pounds.

With his current physique, Chu Mingcheng handled a fifteen-pound fish with ease, which is why he still had the mood to tease Wei Jiaguo.

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Wei Jiaguo was silent, having his own boast come back to weigh on him unexpectedly.

But he didn’t leave, knowing that a fish weighing that much would need someone to assist in landing it.

The fishing rod could take it, the fishing line too—playing the fish? Out of the question.

Chu Mingcheng raised and reeled with both hands, sometimes when the fish exerted strength, he would hold onto the rod and let out a bit of line.

After a full six or seven minutes, a True Sea Bream broader than his shoulders appeared on the surface.

Wei Jiaguo seized the opportunity, scooping the fish’s head and bringing it into the net.

Only then did Chu Mingcheng breathe a sigh of relief, thankful for the cool weather and the breeze over the sea or else he would be sweating by now.

Fishing for big fish is a physical activity, and those not quite stout can’t endure a prolonged struggle with a fish.

Once the fish was on the boat, Chu Mingcheng removed the hook, only then noticing another wound on the fish’s mouth.

It suddenly made sense, no wonder it was more cautious than all the other True Sea Breams he had encountered before—it had been tricked!

Chu Mingcheng could only admire its previous escape, otherwise it wouldn’t have fallen to his advantage.

The fish looked quite plump. He weighed it with the fish controller and it was fifteen pounds, three taels.

He didn’t show off the weight to Wei Jiaguo, as one ought to respect one’s elders and betters.

Then he took a ruler and measured its length, only sixty-three centimeters.

A True Sea Bream reaches fifty centimeters, and if plump, can easily weigh over ten pounds.

An eighty-centimeter could grow over twenty pounds, but the specific weight depends on how fat or thin it is, just like with people; there are both skinny and chubby ones.

Chu Mingcheng handed his phone to Wei Jiaguo, then lifted the fish and said, “Grandpa, take a picture of me!”

A fifteen-pound True Sea Bream was quite rare, and this time Wei Jiaguo didn’t say anything further, silently helping to take the photo.

But he was still rattled by the fish, fishing at his own spot until past noon. Chu Mingcheng had lunch ready, but Wei Jiaguo was unwilling to rest.

“Grandpa, let’s eat lunch first! It’s still raining, and it’s not hot; even at midday the fish won’t be hard to catch today.”

It’s said that catching midday fish is tricky for even the immortals, but that’s under the conditions when the temperature rises at noon.

If the weather and temperature are suitable, fish can still be caught in the afternoon, just that the catch won’t be as good as in the morning.

Hearing about lunch, Wei Jiaguo’s own stomach was indeed hungry, so he packed up his fishing rod, went to the pilothouse door, took off his raincoat, shook the water from his shoes, and walked in.

There were already two big bowls of noodles on the table, their savory aroma causing Wei Jiaguo a moment of stunned appreciation.

Then he sat down, tried a bite with his chopsticks, and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, “Your cooking skills are pretty good!”

“The freshness of the True Sea Bream is the main thing,” Chu Mingcheng replied modestly.

He had bought noodles, vegetables, and eggs that morning, originally planning to make egg noodles.

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