Zhang Yang took the cigarette, cupped the lighter to light it, took a puff, and was just about to speak when he saw the bobber, still adjusting into position, perform its familiar dance.
Poof! A big two-eye bite, then it dragged off sideways, and suddenly the bobber disappeared under the water.
"Here it comes!!" Zhang Yang stuffed the cigarette between his fingers into his mouth, and his right hand gripped the rod, decisively setting the hook to catch the fish.
Whoosh...
Got it again!
The fishing rod bent into a large bow; Zhang Yang's right hand gripped the rod at the handle, while his left hand smoothly supported the upper section of the rod handle. It was a classic stance to bow and reel in the fish.
The fishing gear was thick enough, and Zhang Yang hadn't cast the full length, so as soon as the fish was hooked, it bent the rod. This allowed the rod to fully leverage its power, making it much easier to control the fish, and Zhang Yang easily took control.
