When I practiced on my own, I used that 7.2 meter rod you left in the room, didn't touch your line set or bait!"
Hearing Liu Zi emphasize that he didn't touch Meng Fan's fishing set or bait, Zhang Yang felt a pang in his heart, instantly touched by this seemingly insignificant detail.
This feeling is akin to hearing sports news about the war-torn Iraqi football team players who can't even afford a pair of shoes yet still insist on training barefoot, evoking an inexplicable feeling.
There's a kind of love that comes from the heart. Those who seize every opportunity to learn, regardless of age, deserve Zhang Yang's admiration.
"Damn! I never said you couldn't touch it, why so timid? Starting today, you can use the equipment I left at the base as you please!"
Meng Fan waved his hand, having no qualms about Liu Zi using his equipment.
