The first cast went down, and as soon as the float turned over, there was a distinct bite, and the big fish in good condition attacked the bait fiercely, swallowing the three-eye float in one gulp. Yue Feng resisted the urge to lift the rod; the second bite followed, and after two bites, less than one eye's worth of small red float remained.
With a heavy line set, Yue Feng didn't rush to lift the rod, and soon the red top went down, and the float turned black.
"There's a bite, a bite! Why isn't Feng lifting the rod?"
"Didn't see it? Distracted again?"
"Ahhhh, it's killing me, my OCD! Lift the rod!"
A flurry of messages in the public frequency urged him to lift the rod, but Yue Feng remained unmoved.
After the float turned black, Yue Feng silently counted 1, 2, 3!
Let's go!
A whistling sound of lifting the rod echoed, and Yue Feng curved the Big Fish Rod smoothly.
