Pei Rou stood by the river, holding an umbrella and a bottle of mineral water in her hand, watching them as if she were watching a play.
The director asked, "Pei Rou, why aren't you going to catch fish yet?"
"I'm not feeling well, I'm resting for a while. It's still early, there's no rush."
She looked very confident.
Qin Zhao stood in the river, squinted, and speared fish with precision.
Before long, he had speared three or four very fatty fish.
"How did Qin Zhao catch them so quickly? He moves so fast."
"Is catching fish that simple?"
Simple?
Everyone looked toward Lou Yanfei next to them.
He was also spearing fish with branches, but each time he speared nothing but loneliness.
Qin Zhao speared a bunch of fish, ready to come ashore, while Lou Yanfei still hadn't speared anything.
He looked at Qin Zhao enviously as he left, feeling a pain in his face.
Just now, they said Qin Zhao couldn't catch fish, but in a matter of minutes, he caught a bunch.
