The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish-Chapter 47 - 46: Slipped Away

Catching a Martial Arts Secret Manual, most people in the live stream didn't care and took it as a joke.

Who among the respectable still practices martial arts these days?

Now, it's all about making money, making money, making money.

Having money makes you the boss.

After practicing for ten, twenty years, what level could you achieve?

Many who practiced traditional martial arts for over a decade couldn't beat a boxer who had only trained for a year.

In many people's hearts, traditional martial arts is just for show, merely practicing routines.

No different from dancing or doing group calisthenics.

Plus, with so many "masters" popping up online, the reputation of traditional martial arts has been tarnished.

Many people don't have a good impression of martial arts.

However, there were still a portion of the audience interested in this Martial Arts Secret Manual.

They wanted Fang Hao to give it a try and see how effective it was.

"Isn't a Martial Arts Secret Manual caught in a livestream just like in the dramas where someone falls into a valley and learns a long-lost, powerful skill?"

"The host can give it a try. There's nothing to lose, and if you really become a top-notch grandmaster, that'd be awesome."

"Host, you try first, and after seeing the results, we in the live stream will follow your teachings," a viewer joked.

"Hey, this could work."

"But before the host starts practicing, make sure to check if the first page warns, 'To practice this skill, one must first be castrated.' If it does, you better flip to the last page first."

"This is Innate Skill, not the Evil-Resisting Swordsmanship."

"..."

"Let's see."

Fang Hao waved his hand, not really interested in the Innate Skill.

He put the book back in the box and left it alone for now.

Better continue fishing.

Fang Hao felt terrible; catching the Martial Arts Secret Manual didn't make him happy.

The thing was truly useless to him.

What did he need a Martial Arts Secret Manual for?

He wanted fish!

Catching fish was what he really wanted to do.

Look, even the kids had caught two fish each, while he hadn't caught anything.

Was he worse than a kid?

The trolls in his livestream would never let him hear the end of it.

The other anglers too were having a great haul; they all had caught fish.

Only he hadn't caught anything.

No, this wouldn't do.

He had to catch a fish today.

Fang Hao readjusted his mindset.

He refused to believe.

That he really couldn't catch any fish!

Fang Hao fixed the bait on the hook, changed his angle, and cast the line.

The pose was cool, but whether he'd catch fish depended on his luck.

He still hoped that his luck would turn around.

Fang Hao didn't believe his luck would continue to be so rotten, at some point, there must be a bounce back.

If not today, then tomorrow.

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But he hoped it would be today.

At least not to embarrass himself in front of the kids.

But,

Reality is always harsh.

Ten minutes later.

"Daddy!"

"I caught another fish."

"Quick, come here."

The excited voice of a little boy came from afar; he seemed to have caught another fish and was very happy.

Every time he caught a fish, he immediately called out to his dad, the fellow fisherman, Brother Zhang, to help.

Hearing this voice,

Fang Hao's hand trembled again.

That voice in his ears was so grating and painful.

"This kid's luck is that good?"

"It really is a beginner's luck, a kid goes fishing for the first time and catches three fish!"

A group of online viewers was also lamenting the third fish that the little boy had caught.

"Host, take a look... are you ashamed?"

...

By now, Fang Hao really couldn't hold it together anymore.

He had caught another one, making it the third one.

A kid had caught three, pulling off a hat trick.

Damn, what's the point in fishing anymore.

Who feels like fishing now.

Forget it, let's call it a day.

I'm not fishing anymore today, who knows what kind of upset might happen next.

The shocks I've received today are already too many, I'm afraid my heart can't handle it.

I'm slipping away.

Fang Hao quietly packed up his fishing rod...

And his movements were noticed by a group of followers in his live streaming room.

His streaming room, unsurprisingly, livened up again, each viewer more active than the next.

They wouldn't miss such a perfect opportunity to tease.

"Eh? Is the host no longer fishing?"

"Hahaha, what's the point of fishing anymore, the kid has already caught three and the host hasn't even got one, he definitely should slip away."

"If he kept fishing and the kid pulled out even more while the host still had none, that would be even more embarrassing."

"Host, you really can't even outdo a kid."

"Host, you're outta here."

"Since fishing is not working out, let's just go home and practice martial arts, maybe you've got the talent for it."

"Hahaha, host, I think you should just stay and take the little boy as your teacher, then maybe you'll catch some fish."

"I'm laughing so hard it hurts."

"Heh, you all don't understand, this is called a strategic retreat."

Fang Hao retorted with a stubborn mouth, continuing to show his tough facade.

"Sure sure."

"No wonder I love watching your streams, this shameless spirit of yours, rivals mine."

"Just love this defiant attitude of yours."

Fang Hao didn't bother with the teasing from his viewers and began packing his things.

He first reeled in the fishing rod, removed the bait, then wound the main line around the spool, detached it at the tip, and placed it in the main line box, just to reverse the process next time he fished.

The pack-up was done quickly.

Didn't take much time.

And he also took the wooden box he had caught today.

After all, he had caught it.

And the wooden box was made of gloomy wood, containing a Martial Arts Secret Manual.

Might as well keep it as a collectible.

Nearby, a fellow fisherman, Old Sun, noticed Fang Hao and asked somewhat surprised, "Little Fang, quitting for the day?"

"Well... I've got some urgent matters at home to attend to."

Could Fang Hao say he hadn't caught any fish and didn't want to continue?

He just made up an excuse.

"Family matters are more important, you better hurry back and deal with them."

Fishing buddy Old Sun didn't doubt Fang Hao's words.

"Alright, I'll head off first."

After nodding, Fang Hao walked towards his car.

Seeing Fang Hao, the little boy happily showed him the fish he had caught again.

"Uncle, look, I caught fish."

"I caught three."

He even flaunted his fish holder to Fang Hao, showing the fish he had caught.

Er... Kid, you don't have to tell your uncle; he already knows you caught three.

It's actually because you caught too many fish that uncle is heading back.

"Not bad, very impressive."

"Better than uncle."

But Fang Hao couldn't really say that, he just modestly complimented.

However, the next sentence from the kid made Fang Hao very uncomfortable.

"Uncle how many did you catch?"

His innocent eyes blinked.

"Hehe..."