The night by the river was quiet, disturbed only by some noisy clamor.
The end of summer buzzed with the incessant sounds of cicadas and frog calls.
Fang Hao's mood gradually calmed down, and he refocused on fishing.
In front of him lay two fishing rods.
One extra rod meant a higher hope of catching a fish.
Five minutes.
...
Ten minutes.
...
Time slipped by, half an hour gone unnoticed.
The fishing rods remained motionless, as still as ever.
"Very good, the streamer's performance is as stable as ever."
"What's the use of two rods? Even if he put down ten, our Brother Hao still wouldn't catch a fish."
"Brother Hao, listen to me, just cast a net, maybe you'll stand a better chance of catching something."
"If that doesn't work, let's try electrofishing or blasting the fish, and if we're still out of luck, we can poison them."
"I see a crime right here."
"Wow, that's criminal for sure."