blogombal Chapter 490 Who will be the first to catch a big fish?
Chapter 490 Who will be the first to catch a big fish?
As night deepened, the hustle and bustle subsided.
In Su Wan's room, Lin Feng leaned against the headboard with his upper body bare, his abdominal muscles clearly visible in the dim light.
Su Wan nestled in his arms, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his abdomen.
Lin Feng looked down at her and suddenly asked, "Did you add that medicine to the black chicken soup tonight?"
Su Wan nodded, her tone frank: "Yes, I only added Vivian and Xiaorui, those two are too much trouble."
Lin Feng smiled and gently scratched her nose:
"When it comes to addiction, if you say you're second, no one dares to claim to be first."
"The one who should be most detached from worldly desires is clearly you, Instructor Su."
Su Wan pouted: "It's my turn today, so if I stay abstinent, wouldn't that be a huge waste? Tomorrow... I'll drink tomorrow."
Lin Feng's smile faded, and he said seriously:
"I still think this is somewhat inappropriate. It's not that they can't drink it, but at least they should have the right to know and then let them decide for themselves whether or not to drink it."
Su Wan lowered her eyes: "What you said makes sense, husband. I didn't think it through. I know I was wrong. Then... husband, please punish me severely."
Lin Feng chuckled: "He really does need to be punished properly, which will also serve as a good opportunity to verify the effectiveness of Professor Chen's prescription."
Su Wan blushed slightly and turned to look down on him, but Lin Feng grabbed her waist and rolled over, instantly reversing their positions.
"Don't rush, the real show hasn't even started yet."
Su Wan was stunned for a moment: "?"
Lin Feng's gaze slowly fell on her feet, her toes painted with a dusty rose nail polish, like five small, delicate vermilion fruits.
A playful smile played on his lips: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."
Three hours later.
Su Wan lay sprawled on the bed, her limbs outstretched, her chest heaving, and her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
Lin Feng leaned down and gently kissed the corner of her lips, chuckling teasingly, "You're a dignified S-rank expert, and you can't even hold on?"
Su Wan gently shook her head, her voice soft and weary: "I really can't take it anymore. If I keep going like this, I really won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow!"
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the seaside in the Anning quadrant was filled with a leisurely and tranquil atmosphere.
The clear blue sea connects to the soft golden sand, and the gentle sea breeze caresses your face, making it exceptionally pleasant.
The fishing area along the coast was particularly lively. Lin Feng, Vassim, and Evelyn each sat quietly fishing with their own rods, while the round and chubby orange-shaped Yuanbao also set up his own small fishing rod and squatted down to fish with a serious expression.
Hua Hua lay beside Yuan Bao, her round eyes following the bobber as it went up and down, occasionally meowing as if cheering Yuan Bao on.
Walking a few dozen meters into the beach, a small "playground" enclosed by a colorful plastic fence stands out.
Xia Ning squatted by the fence, resting her chin on her hands, looking helplessly at the "chaos" inside.
Six kittens were chasing each other around the fence. Some were splashing in the sand, some were biting the fence, and one little orange kitten was trying to squeeze through a gap in the fence, but Xia Ning caught it quickly and pulled it back.
Xiao Zhixia sat in the middle of the fence, wearing a light yellow dress, holding a small shovel in her hand, and earnestly filling the small bucket in front of her with sand.
Her face, hair, and dress were covered in sand, but her expression was as focused as if she were building a palace.
Dian Dian bounced around Xiao Zhixia, its one bright eye staring intently at the shovel in her hand, occasionally nudging her hand with its nose, as if urging her, "Here, here, pile it up higher."
On the other side of the beach, four pregnant women, Leng Meng, Vivian, Tang Xiaofu, and Tang Xiaorui, were lounging on lounge chairs.
Su Wan, holding the sleeping Lin Che, sat down next to the group and joined their conversation with a smile:
"Come and guess who will be the first to catch a big fish today?"
Leng Meng took a sip of coconut juice and calmly analyzed:
"My husband used to be a programmer. He spends most of his time working at his desk, so fishing isn't his forte. Yuanbao will definitely be the first one to catch a big fish."
Vivian immediately objected: "I guess it's my husband. There's no reason, I just believe he can create miracles!"
Tang Xiaofu pushed up her sunglasses: "I think it should be Wasim. Look at his equipment, his posture, his expression, he looks very professional."
Tang Xiaorui tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Then I'll guess Evelyn... She's a former special agent, skilled in infiltration, sniping, and setting traps. Isn't fishing all about playing psychological warfare with the fish?"
Su Wan gently rocked Lin Che in her arms: "Like Vivian, I also guessed that my husband would be the first to catch a big fish."
Leng Meng sat up a little straighter: "Just guessing isn't fun, we need a prize."
Vivian immediately perked up: "Yes, yes, yes, there's a reward for guessing correctly and a punishment for guessing incorrectly."
Leng Meng thought for a moment and said, "How about this: the person who guesses wrong will be responsible for handling the fish they catch—killing it, scaling it, cooking it—a one-stop service. The person who guesses right will be responsible for eating it."
Tang Xiaorui immediately rubbed her hands together, eager to help: "Evelyn, you absolutely mustn't let me down!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a commotion suddenly came from afar.
Wasim's fishing float suddenly sank!
Everyone looked over.
Wasim reacted very quickly, grabbing the fishing rod in one swift motion.
A small yellow croaker, no bigger than a palm, was pulled out of the water, tracing a shimmering arc in the air.
"Pfft—" Vivian was the first to burst out laughing.
Su Wan raised an eyebrow: "This... is indeed a bit small."
Without batting an eye, Vassim removed the small yellow croaker from the hook, glanced at it, put it in the bucket, rebaited it, and cast the line.
Leng Meng commented with a smile, "It's a bit small, but at least it's open for business."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuanbao's fishing float moved.
Yuanbao sat up straight instantly and yanked the fishing rod hard!
"Go Yuanbao!" Leng Meng shouted.
The next second, a dusty, swollen men's slipper was thrown ashore.
The entire room remained silent for a full two seconds.
Then a deafening burst of laughter erupted.
Hua Hua glanced at the slipper, then at Yuan Bao, and slowly raised a paw to cover her face.
Lin Feng rubbed Yuanbao's head: "It's okay, keep it up."
Yuanbao angrily kicked his slippers into the sea.
Soon, the third contestant took the stage.
Evelyn's float moved decisively—without testing or hesitation, it sank straight to the bottom.
She quickly gripped the fishing rod, and the fishing line drew a beautiful arc in the water. A shimmering silver sea bass burst out of the water, weighing at least two pounds.
The crowd cheered.
Evelyn calmly tossed the fish into the bucket, wiped her hands, and Vasiem raised an eyebrow slightly.
Tang Xiaorui exclaimed excitedly, "I guessed right! Evelyn is awesome!"
Tang Xiaofu glanced at her: "Don't rush, we haven't finished reading yet."
Now only Lin Feng remains.
He maintained that lazy posture, his straw hat covering half his face.
The float remained motionless on the water's surface.
Vivian clenched her fists in the distance, whispering, "Go, honey... Go, honey..."
Su Wan whispered, "Honey, you're the best!"
Leng Meng suddenly frowned, noticing that Lin Feng's fishing rod seemed to be slightly bent.
In that instant, the fishing float disappeared.
It wasn't sinking, but rather like being dragged into an abyss by something, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Lin Feng suddenly lurched forward, his straw hat flying off. He gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands, bracing his feet firmly against the rocks, his body pulled into a tilted lunge position.
"Damn it—!" Vassim swore, a rare occurrence for him.