Time had gone back to the beginning.
But Fang Hao's mind was restless, no longer peaceful.
Why couldn't he catch a fish?
Was his casting posture incorrect?
Or did he not choose the right spot to bait?
"So what the hell is the dream of life?"
Fang Hao muttered to himself.
"It must be Naizi."
In the live stream, a viewer named "Nine-tailed Fox" unconsciously responded.
"???"
"6."
"Brother, you just spoke my mind."
"Indeed, a kindred spirit."
"Lend me a moment to speak."
"Please send the seeds to my email!"
"Are you guys serious? How can you not involve me in such a great thing? Are you even human?"
"Hehe, I'm already washing my feet in the clubhouse."
"Are you washing your feet? I bet you're getting a haircut."
"By the heavens above, I, Wang, have nothing to do with gambling or drugs in this life."
The atmosphere in the live stream suddenly skewed.
"One can live without dreams, but must never fail Naizi."
"Hahaha, who has a picture of Mong's nodule? Take a look."