After dinner, Lin Yang drove home alone, and it was only about eight or nine in the evening when he arrived.
To be honest, fishing for catfish for two days was indeed a bit dull, which is why Lin Yang didn't join a club and specifically go to competitions.
Black Pond Fishing might indeed reflect a higher level of fishing skill compared to athletics, but he felt that the real pleasure of the sport of fishing lay in angling in natural waters.
By then, his parents had already gone back to their room to rest, and Lin Yang returned to his room, lay on his bed, and began scrolling on his phone as usual.
Ever since a few days ago when he caught that giant pike at the sluice gate of the Qinglong Lake Reservoir, he had been receiving a lot of private messages on his Douyin account every day.
The contents of these messages varied greatly: some people wanted to become his apprentice, others invited him to meals, and there were even girls who sent him photos, but he ignored them all.
