Chapter 25

Hunan Province

Yang Mi lay on the hotel bed, listlessly scrolling the laptop mouse.

"Mimi, you look in a bad mood." Liu Sisi, drying her hair, walked out of the bathroom.

She leaned close to the computer screen and saw that Yang Mi was browsing someone's Weibo.

"Eh? Isn't that the one... the one who caught the fugitive?" Liu Sisi exclaimed: "Ah, the banner of commendation has already come down."

Speaking of this, her tone carried a bit of envy; this was a rare honor.

Her grandfather and father had many national honors, but for her, she was just a small actress.

She hadn't even won a single award in the industry yet, while others had already received honors issued by the government.

"Yes, a classmate of mine." Yang Mi said, propping up her chin, though her face showed a bit of displeasure: "Qi Hui, that bastard, actually dared to stand me up."

He promised to follow my Weibo, yet a whole day has passed and he still hasn't followed!

Bastard!

Yang Mi was now like someone who had just applied for a QQ account, finding it incredibly novel, wishing everyone would add her QQ number and chat with her.

Playing Weibo now was much the same; she wished all famous figures would become her followed friends.

It wasn't just Yang Mi; that Yehe Nara Ying was the same, shouting for people to follow her across the world as soon as she opened a Weibo account, and even tagging Ke Lan with a "you damn slut."

But just when Yang Mi was so eager, Qi Hui stood her up; how could she not be depressed?

Liu Sisi looked at Qi Hui on the screen and said: "He's quite handsome. Why are you unhappy? Did he offend you?"

Yang Mi glanced at Liu Sisi: "Handsome? Just so-so."

"There are plenty of people handsomer than him. Let me tell you, Qi Hui is incredibly boring at school..."

She simply didn't want Liu Sisi to develop any feelings for Qi Hui.

Yang Mi wasn't sure how Qi Hui would turn out in the future, but she knew that the current Liu Sisi was not inferior to herself.

What if these two got together and took off later?

Yang Mi was afraid her best friend wouldn't do well, yet also afraid her best friend would do too well.

However, Liu Sisi was no ordinary person; she glanced at Yang Mi and asked curiously: "Is that so?"

"I remember you were always filming during university, right? You didn't go back to school much?"

"Haha... sometimes I did go back." Yang Mi said evasively.

Farmhouse

Inside, it was a scene of noise and clamor; those playing computers were fighting in "CrossFire."

Those playing arcade games were shaking joysticks to fight in "The King of Fighters."

Many others were playing billiards, with the crisp sound of billiard balls colliding ringing out from time to time.

By the water's edge stood four silhouettes; a gentle breeze blew across the water, stirring up some ripples.

On the water's surface, three floats remained motionless, like the Pillar of the Sea.

Splash!

At this moment, Qi Hui moved his hand and pulled up a crucian carp the size of a palm.

"Hahaha... caught another one." Qi Hui held the fishing line, looking at the three-liang crucian carp in his hand with great excitement.

Wonderful!

So fishing is this much fun!

Isn't this much more interesting than erotic pictures?

Nearby, Feng Enhe, Teacher Zu Feng, and the other three cast complex glances of five parts envy, three parts jealousy, and two parts heartache.

"Qi kid, didn't you say you've only fished once or twice?" Feng Enhe gritted his teeth, looking utterly depressed.

Watching others catch fish is even more painful than going empty-handed oneself!

"Teacher Feng, you make me laugh." Qi Hui waved his hands repeatedly: "Just good luck, and good resources."

Wu Gang's eye twitched; you should close your mouth, which is grinning to your ears, before saying such things.

Qi Hui re-baited the hook, cast it into the water, rubbed his hands together, eager to try, preparing to catch another one.

Feng Enhe looked left and right, gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, took out a worm, and hooked it onto the fishhook.

The local fish are too rude; they only know how to bully outsiders!

He decided to switch to worms; if they want to eat, fine, if not, he wouldn't fish anymore!

The fishhook went into the water again; the old man was seething with anger, Qi Hui rubbed his hands together, and Wu Gang looked utterly depressed.

On the contrary, Teacher Zu Feng took out a classic novel and read it with great relish.

He could pick it up and put it down; whether he caught fish or not, as long as he had fun, that was enough.

Nowadays, without smartphones, fishing enthusiasts rarely had anything to relieve boredom when no fish were biting.

Qi Hui handed a cigarette to each of the three; the three lit their cigarettes and smoked leisurely.

Qi Hui took out his lighter, but just as he was about to light up, the float suddenly plunged black.

"Damn!" He ignored the cigarette, flicked his hand, threw the lighter and cigarette flying, and grabbed the fishing rod to pull it up.

"The pulling force is so strong, the feel is great." Qi Hui shouted excitedly: "It must be a carp!"

Feng Enhe and Wu Gang exchanged a glance, depressedly biting on the filter tips of their cigarettes.

For some reason, the originally mellow and fragrant cigarettes suddenly tasted sour.

Swish~

At this moment, Feng Enhe's float also suddenly sank heavily, instantly submerging beneath the water surface.

"Aha!" The old man looked excited, tilted his mouth to spit out the cigarette, grabbed the fishing rod and pulled it up, excited like a child:

"Hahaha... the feel is amazing—must be a carp!"

Wu Gang stared blankly at Feng Enhe, who had just caught a fish... was he... the only one left?

Now the incense smelled even more sour!

"Teacher Wu," Zu Feng said beside him, "if you're truly bored, I can teach you to mold little figures from the bait."

As he spoke, he pointed to his bait tray, where the bait had been shaped into a cute, plump little figure.

His smile was radiant.

Wu Gang: "..."

Couldn't laugh!

Beside them, Qi Hui and Feng Enhe were battling their fish; both rods bent sharply, lines taut, making observers fear they might snap.

Qi Hui held his rod steady, letting the fish on the hook dash about wildly.

Only when the fish grew weak did he move to reel it in.

In contrast to Qi Hui, the old man Feng Enhe was fierce—he sank his Qi into his dantian, let out a mighty roar, and yanked the fish to the surface.

Splash! Water sprayed up; Qi Hui and the others clearly saw the round, gleaming back and golden scales.

"Really is a big carp!" Zu Feng widened his eyes, no longer reading his classic literature.

"Ahahaha... just a carp," the old man grinned widely, "keep it low-key, keep it low-key—I've caught bigger ones before."

Before he finished speaking, the water's surface rippled violently.

Then the taut line went slack; the bent rod snapped straight.

The fish got away!

"Oh no!" Feng Enhe's smile vanished instantly; he slapped his thigh in anguish, utterly distraught.

"Hahahaha..." The laughter didn't vanish—it transferred to Wu Gang and Zu Feng's faces.

Both slapped their thighs, laughing uproariously; watching someone else lose a fish was even funnier than catching one themselves.

On the other side, Qi Hui sank his Qi into his dantian, pulled hard—and forcibly hauled up a short, stout carp.

Young people really are strong; he didn't even need a landing net.

"Hahaha, at least two catties!" Qi Hui held up his fish, face alight with the thrill of a successful hunt.

Feng Enhe glanced at Qi Hui, then quietly looked away.

The joys and sorrows of people don't connect—he only found it noisy.

"Teacher Feng, where's your big carp?" Qi Hui asked curiously.

"Don't talk to me. I need to be quiet."

"Quiet? Who's Quiet? Was that the big carp you just lost?"

Feng Enhe: "..."

Suddenly, this brat seemed really annoying!

A short distance away, by the pool table.

Yao Chen and Sun Honglei were playing pool.

Hearing the laughter, they instinctively glanced toward the riverbank and saw Qi Hui and the other three enjoying themselves.

Yao Chen instinctively frowned: "That kid's doing pretty well..."

"Say less," Sun Honglei muttered, grinding his cue tip. He didn't get it—why did Yao Chen always dislike Qi Hui?

Yao Chen smirked: Do you need a reason to dislike someone?