Chapter 25: Who is Jingjing? (Please add to favorites and recommend)

Hunan Province

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

"Mi Mi, you don't look like you're in a very good mood." Liu Sisi walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair.

She leaned over to look at the computer screen and discovered that Yang Mi was browsing someone's Weibo page.

"Huh? Isn't this that... the one who caught the fugitive?" Liu Sisi said in surprise, "Oh, the silk banner has even been awarded."

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

Her grandfather and father had many national honors, but when it came to her, she was just a minor actress.

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

"Yeah, a classmate of mine," Yang Mi said, propping up her chin, though her face showed some annoyance. That jerk Qi Hui, he actually dared to stand me up.

He promised to follow my Weibo, but it’s been a whole day and he still hasn't!

Jerk!

Yang Mi was like someone who had just signed up for QQ; she was incredibly curious and wished everyone would add her QQ number to chat with her.

Playing Weibo was much the same; she wished every famous person would become a mutual follower with her.

It wasn't just Yang Mi; that Yehenara Ying was the same, shouting for the whole world to follow her as soon as she opened her Weibo, and even tagged Ke Lan to call her a "dead bitch."

But it just so happened that at this very moment when Yang Mi was so eager, Qi Hui stood her up, so how could she not be depressed?

Liu Sisi looked at Qi Hui on the screen and said, "He's quite handsome. Why aren't you happy? Did he provoke you?"

Yang Mi glanced at Liu Sisi: "Handsome? He's just so-so."

"There are plenty of people more handsome than him. Let me tell you, Qi Hui was so boring at school..."

She didn't want Liu Sisi to get any ideas about Qi Hui.

Yang Mi wasn't sure what would happen to Qi Hui in the future, but she knew that the current Liu Sisi was not beneath her.

What if these two got together and took off?

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

However, Liu Sisi wasn't an ordinary person either. She looked at Yang Mi and asked curiously, "Is that so?"

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

"Haha... I still went back sometimes," Yang Mi said, laughing it off.

Farmhouse Resort

Inside, it was noisy and bustling; those playing on computers were playing "CrossFire."

Those playing arcade games were shaking the joysticks to play "The King of Fighters."

There were also quite a few people playing billiards, the crisp sound of balls colliding ringing out from time to time.

By the water, four backs stood, a light breeze blowing across the surface, creating ripples.

On the water, three floats remained motionless, like the Needle 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, examining the three-tael crucian carp in his hand with excitement.

Wonderful!

So fishing is this much fun!

Isn't this much more interesting than lewd pictures?

To the side, Feng Enhe, Zu Feng, and the other cast complex looks of five parts envy, three parts jealousy, and two parts heartbreak.

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

Watching others catch fish is even more painful than coming up empty-handed yourself!

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

The corner of Wu Gang's eye twitched; you should close your mouth, which is smiling all the way to your ears, before saying things like that.

Qi Hui re-baited the hook, cast it into the water, and rubbed his hands together, eager to try again.

Feng Enhe looked left and right, gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and took out an earthworm to hook onto his line.

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

He decided to switch to earthworms; take it or leave it, if they don't eat, he's not fishing anymore!

The hook entered the water again; the old man was fuming, Qi Hui was rubbing his hands, and Wu Gang looked depressed.

Zu Feng, on the other hand, took out a classic novel and began reading with great interest.

He was someone who could let go; as long as he was happy, it didn't matter if he caught fish or not.

There were no smartphones back then, and anglers rarely had anything to pass the time when they weren't catching fish.

Qi Hui handed out cigarettes to the three of them, and they each lit up, smoking leisurely.

Qi Hui took out his lighter, but just as he was about to light his cigarette, his float suddenly sank completely.

"Holy crap!" He didn't care about the cigarette, threw the lighter and the smoke away, grabbed the rod, and pulled up.

"The pull is so strong, it feels great." Qi Hui shouted excitedly: "Probably a carp!"

Feng Enhe and Wu Gang looked at each other and bit down on their cigarette filters in frustration.

For some reason, the mellow cigarette suddenly tasted sour.

Swish~

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

"Aha!" The old man was excited, his mouth twisted as he spat out his cigarette, grabbed his rod, and pulled up, excited like a child:

"Hahaha... the feel is great, probably a carp too!"

Wu Gang looked at Feng Enhe, who had caught a fish, in a daze. Am... am I the only one left?

Now the cigarette tasted even more sour!

"Teacher Wu," Zu Feng said from the side: "If you're really bored, I can teach you how to use bait to mold little figures."

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

The smile on his face was very bright.

Wu Gang: "..."

Can't smile!

To the side, Qi Hui and Feng Enhe were wrestling with their fish; the two rods were constantly bending, the lines taut, making one worry they might snap.

Qi Hui held the rod, letting the fish on the hook thrash about.

Once the fish was exhausted, he would move to reel it in.

Compared to Qi Hui, the old man Feng Enhe was fierce; he sank his Qi into his dantian and let out a shout, pulling the fish to the surface.

With a splash, Qi Hui and the others clearly saw the rounded back of the fish and the golden scales.

"It really is a big carp." Zu Feng widened his eyes; he wasn't even reading his classic novel anymore.

"Ahahaha... just a carp." The old man couldn't stop grinning: "Low profile, low profile, I've caught bigger ones than this before."

Before he could finish, the water surface fluctuated.

Then the taut line suddenly went slack, and the bent rod straightened out.

The fish got away!

"Oh no!" The smile on Feng Enhe's face vanished instantly; he slapped his thigh in heartbreak, feeling incredibly annoyed.

"Hahahaha..." The smile hadn't vanished; it had just transferred to the faces of Wu Gang and Zu Feng.

The two of them slapped their thighs and laughed; watching others lose a fish was even more fun than catching one themselves.

On the other side, Qi Hui sank his Qi into his dantian and pulled hard, and a short, fat carp was hauled up by him.

Young people really have good stamina; he didn't even need a landing net.

"Hahaha, at least two pounds!" Qi Hui held his fish, his face full of the excitement of a successful hunt.

Feng Enhe glanced at Qi Hui and silently looked away.

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected; he only felt it was noisy.

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

"Don't talk to me, I want to be with Jingjing."

"Who is Jingjing? Is that the big carp you just let get away?"

Feng Enhe: "..."

Suddenly felt this brat was so annoying!

Not far away, by the billiard table.

Yao Chen and Sun Honglei were playing billiards.

Hearing the laughter, they subconsciously looked toward the river and discovered the happy group of Qi Hui and the others.

Yao Chen subconsciously frowned: "That kid is doing quite well for himself..."

"Say less." Sun Honglei polished the tip of his cue and said; he couldn't understand why Yao Chen looked at Qi Hui with such disdain.

Yao Chen curled her lips; does one need a reason to dislike someone?