"What's up?"
These three words were not loud and lacked momentum, but they still startled Meng Chuan, who was highly strung.
Stabbing toad casting was already somewhat difficult, but the shock caused him to miss the intended fishing spot, landing the line about a meter and a half away from it.
After reviewing the footage recorded, he confirmed it had captured everything from start to finish.
The next second, Yue Feng raised his hand and stood up.
"Report!"
The competition was in full swing, with referees patrolling the field. When Old Zhao heard Yue Feng's call, he immediately hurried over.
"Xiao Yue, what's the issue?"
Yue Feng glanced at Meng Chuan beside him and said, "This guy next to me is maliciously interfering with my competition, introducing unknown substances into my fishing spot! He did it once before, and I wasn't aware. Within minutes, there was no more fish biting in my spot. I changed to a new spot, and he did it again!"
