I'm a junior in college this year, and I've linked my fishing check-in system.

It was a worn-out rubber shoe.

The sole of the shoe was half rotten, covered with seaweed and silt, and the lure hook was stuck firmly to the upper of the shoe.

Jiang Zhiguo stood frozen in place, his hand still in the position of pulling the rod.

The air froze for three seconds.

"puff."

Old Chen was the first to lose his temper.

The skinny old man squatted down and laughed so hard he slapped his thigh.

Grandpa turned his face to the side, his shoulders trembling.

Jiang Qian lowered his head and bit his lip hard.

You can't laugh.

You absolutely must not laugh.

This is his biological father.

"Cough." Jiang Zhiguo pulled the rubber shoes off the hook, tossed them aside casually, and didn't change his expression.

"This mouth won't do."

He carried his lure fishing rod and strode towards Jiang Qian.

"Son, let's change it."

"what?"

"Your spot has good feng shui, let me sit for a while." Jiang Zhiguo had already started packing up Jiang Qian's fishing box. "Go over there and do lure fishing. Young people should do lure fishing. Platform fishing is something from our older generation."

Jiang Qian opened his mouth, as if to say something.

Forget it.

He handed the platform fishing rod to Jiang Zhiguo and took over his own lure fishing rod.

Jiang Zhiguo plopped down on the fishing box, skillfully baited the hook, cast the line, and the float stood steadily on the water.

"Just watch, I'm sure I can get this position."

Jiang Qian carried his lure rod to another open area by the river, first removing the lure that Jiang Zhiguo had installed backwards, and then reinstalling it.

The feel of a lure rod is completely different from that of platform fishing.

light.

Holding the entire rod in your hand, you can barely feel its weight. However, it is resilient and very elastic.

He tried one stroke first.

Hold the spool with your right index finger, use your upper arm to drive your forearm, and use your wrist to generate force.

The lure flew out, but its landing point was off, and it crashed directly into the reeds.

Jiang Qian frowned, reeled in the line, and pulled the lure out of the reeds.

Come again.

The second cast was a bit better, landing on the water's surface, but the reeling rhythm was off, and the lure's movement in the water was stiff, like a dead lure.

Fish aren't stupid.

Jiang Qian stopped and recalled the lure fishing tutorial videos he had watched online before.

Squeeze, stop, shake.

The key is to simulate the swimming trajectory of live bait in the water.

The third cast.

After casting the lure and it hit the water, he didn't rush to reel it in. Instead, he waited two seconds and let the lure sink naturally.

Then gently tug the rod tip, reel in two turns of line, and pause for one second.

Draw again, stop again, then stop.

On the water's surface, the lure traced an irregular path, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, like an injured little fish struggling to swim.

That's right.

Jiang Qian found his rhythm.

The fourth cast, the fifth cast, the sixth cast.

My casting accuracy is improving, and my reeling rhythm is becoming more natural. My wrist control is becoming more refined, and I can feel every vibration and change in resistance of the lure underwater.

The seventh rod.

Just as the lure passed the edge of a patch of weeds, the rod tip suddenly dipped.

It has a mouth!

Jiang Qian instinctively raised his rod to hook the fish.

The rod bends into an arc, and the fish in the water suddenly leaps out, the fishing line slicing through the water with a whoosh.

It has considerable force, and it's a lateral sprint, with the pulling force coming in waves, making it very explosive.

Mandarin fish.

Jiang Qian made a quick judgment. Crucian carp dive downwards, snakehead fish drive like stakes, and mandarin fish are characterized by charging sideways.

He lowered the rod tip, used his waist strength to control the fish, and instead of pulling it hard, he slowly guided it in the direction it was running.

The fish circled twice underwater, then its strength began to wane.

Jiang Qian tightened the fishing line and slowly lifted the rod.

A mandarin fish flipped out of the water, its hard spines on its back spread open, its mouth wide open, and its scales shimmering with a golden-green light in the sunlight.

The net was plunged into the water, and it was scooped up in one gulp.

[Fishing/Catching Proficiency +1!]

[The mandarin fish weighs 3.4 jin!]

"Goodness." Jiang Qian took the fish off the shell and put it into the bucket.

A mandarin fish weighing over three pounds, the best-quality one.

The feel of lure fishing is definitely different from platform fishing. It's more exciting. The vibration transmitted from the rod tip to your hand the moment the lure is bitten is more direct and powerful than the sudden drop of the float.

It's a bit addictive.

Jiang Qian cast his line again.

This time, he changed direction, aiming at the dark corner at the base of the reeds on the opposite bank. That place has a slow current and plenty of cover, making it a favorite ambush spot for mandarin fish.

The lure falls into the water, sinks to the bottom, twitches, and then stops.

The second thrust was another heavy blow.

The tip of the rod was pulled and bent.

This one is fiercer than the last one. It immediately dived into the reeds.

Jiang Qian flipped his wrist and forcibly pulled the fish's head out, preventing it from going into the reeds, as it would entangle and cut the line.

The fish flipped over underwater and surged forward with renewed force.

Jiang Qian steadied himself and gritted his teeth, sliding for nearly two minutes before finally pulling the fish close.

It's another big mandarin fish.

[Fishing/Catching Proficiency +1!]

[The mandarin fish weighs 4.1 jin (approximately 2.5 catties)!]

A little over four pounds. Beautiful.

My maternal grandfather couldn't stand it anymore.

He put down his fishing rod, stood up, and walked over to Old Chen, his expression complicated.

"My grandson can catch fish using lures?"

Old Chen didn't say anything, but glanced at him, the meaning of which was clear—your grandson can catch fish with anything.

Fifteen minutes later.

Jiang Qian caught the third mandarin fish.

[Fishing/Catching Proficiency +1!]

[The mandarin fish weighs 3.7 jin (approximately 1.85 kg)!]

Three large mandarin fish lay neatly in the bucket, weighing a total of over eleven pounds.

On the other side...

Jiang Zhiguo sat on Jiang Qian's fishing box, the float in front of him remaining completely still.

He has changed the bait three times already.

He tried earthworms, he tried general bait, and he even dug out the remaining half pack of commercial bait that Jiang Qian had left over and used it.

The float remains stationary.

There wasn't even a small fish disturbing the nest.

Jiang Zhiguo stared at the water's surface expressionlessly.

He turned his head and glanced at Jiang Qian's side, just in time to see his son pull another large mandarin fish out of the water.

Jiang Zhiguo turned his gaze back and looked down at the calm, mirror-like surface of the water in front of him.

Silent for a long time.

"The feng shui of this location isn't very good either," he muttered.

Grandpa finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He put his pole down on the ground, strode over to Jiang Qian, and squatted down to look at his bucket.

The bucket was almost full of three large mandarin fish, plus the dozen or so crucian carp and other small fish that I caught earlier by platform fishing.

"Xiao Qian," Grandpa said in a low voice, "show Grandpa this bait."

Jiang Qian handed over the lure.

Grandpa looked at it over and over for a long time, then said, "This is it?"

"This is it."

Grandpa fell silent.

He couldn't figure it out.

The same river, the same water, the same fish.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening?

That doesn't make sense.

Why is it that my grandson catches so many fish when we're both fishing?

Looking at his grandfather's expression, Jiang Qian knew what his grandfather was thinking.

He chuckled.

……

the other side.

Dai Zhenli is in a good mood today.

After seeing Jiang Qian off, I deleted my parents' contacts yesterday.

She has never been a hesitant or conflicted person.

So what if it's deleted?

She had wanted to do this all along, she just needed a trigger.

She wouldn't care so much if her parents didn't keep bringing up the topic of marrying her off every day.

On the balcony, the cat owner suddenly started meowing.

Dai Zhenli felt a little helpless. She stood up and went to give the cat owner some more cat food.

But just then, a phone call came in.

She subconsciously kneaded and flattened the cat boss in her hand, then froze on the spot.