Ever since Lang Junfeng entered Zhang Yang's livestream, he kept his head down and stayed until around midnight. The three big lights Zhang Yang brought ran out of power, and the stream ended, yet he still didn't find any clues about the fishing spot in the livestream.
After watching the wild big crucian carp jump around all night, Old Lang didn't even know how much drool he had shed. That night, Old Lang didn't even know how he fell asleep; in his hazy dreams, he kept seeing the image of the thin-tailed bobber gently dipping below the surface and him catching fish.
The next morning, Lang Junfeng crawled out of bed early with panda eyes.
Logically, during this season, sunrise is late, and there are fewer fishermen. Old Lang's shop usually opens after seven in the morning, so getting up this early is completely pointless.
