Just now Da Bing had clearly zoned out and didn't notice the changes in the bobber's movements. After hearing his boss Xu Cheng's reminder, he reflexively leaned his body forward, grabbed the rod with both hands, and yanked it up hard to set the hook.
All you heard was a whooshing whistle. The rod held firm for not even half a second, and the刚刚 forming arc snapped straight in an instant.
Crack!
Hook-set, fish lost, hook cut off—the newbie's "slingshot" fishing operation could be said to flow in one smooth, masterful motion.
"Fuck! That fish was fucking huge! The hook snapped!" Da Bing froze for half a second, scratched his head irritably, and muttered.
"Get down, get down, get down! It's hard enough to finally get a bite, and look at the scene you make when you lift the rod. No line in the world can take the abuse of that move you just pulled! What do I usually tell you?"
