"Reel it in; it seems your catch ain't happening," Yang Xincheng whispered, urging.
They had agreed to fish until ten, and it was almost eleven now. To keep waiting, he figured they might as well wait until dawn.
"Shush—"
Lin Yang quickly stopped him from speaking. Under the beam of his spotlight, he could vaguely see a big Yellow Perch swimming towards the hook not far from it.
Being so large, it was extremely cautious, always gingerly probing. Even as it approached the worm, it just bumped it once and swam back into the weeds.
Yang Xincheng had sharp eyes; he caught a little hesitation that was obvious, even though the float had sunk into the water.
At this moment, his heart also lifted. "Damn, looks like another big one, Xiao Yang, you're on some kind of crazy luck tonight, seriously makes people envious."
After one bump, there was stillness in the water, then the Yellow Perch came out again, this time opening its mouth.
"Fish on!"