Seeing Zhang Yang leisurely haul a big fish into the fish protector, weighing it and filming it, Zhu Wu couldn't help but feel like there was a naughty kitten stirring restlessly in his heart, itching with envy.
If only I hadn't lost that big fish earlier, it would be me calling for the referee to weigh my catch!
The more Zhu Wu thought about it, the more frustrated he got. He glanced at the remaining bait in his basin, gathered it together, and made a couple more bait bombs, tossing them into the water without hesitation.
Zhang Yang was already used to Zhu Wu's series of disruptions. Since the rules didn't forbid it, he had no grounds to question the other's actions and could only endure it silently.
However, this time, Zhu Wu didn't throw his bait near Zhang Yang, but instead baited directly in front. Obviously, he still harbored hopes of encountering another big fish.
Zhang Yang glanced at him indifferently, put down his fishing rod, and stretched his back.
