Chapter 384: A Pretty Boy with No Substance?

Xiong Sheng shook his head again.

He finally understood. The two guys around Wang Yun were completely brainless.

Sure, Wang Yun was impressive on the show, but that didn’t mean he could do everything.

There’s a saying: Each profession is its own mountain. Just because someone excels in one thing doesn’t mean they can master everything else.

The more Xiong Sheng thought about it, the more convinced he became Wang Yun was just an ordinary guy, overhyped by the internet.

The real thing never lives up to the legend.

He even started wondering the entire escape show was scripted.

Maybe Wang Yun wasn’t just a contestant, maybe he had a hand in directing the whole thing. That would explain why he always seemed too perfect, why he always managed to escape.

Could it be that the program producers let him go on purpose?

His eyes narrowed as he glanced at Wang Yun.

At that moment, Wang Yun calmly adjusted his fishing rod to the perfect length. With a light flick of his wrist, the fishing line soared through the air and landed exactly where he had aimed.

Plop!

The sound of the lure hitting the water was soft, precise.

Without hesitation, Wang Yun set the rod against the railing, picked up a bucket of bait, and began crumbling breadcrumbs between his fingers.

These crumbs weren’t for the fish, they were for the bait itself.

Once the bait fish ate them, they’d start wriggling more aggressively, attracting bigger fish in the surrounding waters.

Wang Yun worked methodically, his movements slow and unhurried.

The moonlight cast a soft glow on him, highlighting his tall nose and the sharp contours of his face. The fringe of his hair created a slight shadow over his eyes, making his expression unreadable.

Dressed in casual sportswear, leaning lazily against the railing, he looked effortlessly at ease.

From Xiong Sheng’s angle, he looked like something out of a manga.

That classic young master vibe. Laid-back. Graceful. But with an air of nobility that set him apart.

For nearly ten seconds, Xiong Sheng found himself completely drawn in.

Then—

Thunk!

A loud thud snapped him back to reality.

Brother Hu had misfired his fishing rod, sending the hook slamming onto the deck.

“Dammit! Stupid hook!” he cursed.

Xiao Gang sighed and walked over to help. “Brother, you need technique, not brute force.”

He crouched down, expertly untangling the mess.

“Hey, first time’s always rough. Next time, I’ll get it,” Brother Hu huffed.

“Yeah, just make sure you don’t send that hook flying into one of us,” Xiao Gang muttered as he backed away.

Xiong Sheng watched their antics and shook his head again.

Wang Yun was just a pretty face. And these two weren’t going to accomplish much either.

He almost felt relieved that Wang Yun had never shown his face on the show. If he had, his fans would’ve spread like wildfire.

How was this guy so good-looking?!

After another ten minutes of struggling, Brother Hu and Xiao Gang finally managed to cast their lines properly.

Now, it was just a waiting game.

But patience wasn’t exactly Brother Hu’s strong suit.

“Fishing’s supposed to be fun, but all we’re doing is sitting here, staring at the water. How is this exciting?” He turned to Xiong Sheng.

“Hey, Mr. Xiong, in those international competitions, is it like this? A bunch of people just sitting around?”

Xiong Sheng chuckled. Before he could respond, Xiao Gang shot Brother Hu a look of pure disdain. “It’s a competition. Everyone has their own designated fishing area, their own boat. No assistants, no distractions, it’s all skill.”

“Ah, so someone here actually knows a thing or two about fishing,” Xiong Sheng said, glancing at Xiao Gang with newfound approval.

At least this guy had some knowledge, unlike the muscle-brained Brother Hu.

“If you really want to enjoy fishing, you have to immerse yourself in it,” Xiong Sheng continued. “It’s about the peace, the anticipation,  the moment when the fish finally takes the bait. It’s the same thrill as waiting for the audience’s reaction after filming a show.”

Brother Hu scratched his head, looking thoughtful.

“Eh, whatever. As long as I get to eat fresh fish later, I don’t care if I catch any or not.”

Wang Yun laughed. “Exactly. We’re here to enjoy ourselves, not stress over the results.”

“See? Boss gets it,” Brother Hu grinned.

Xiong Sheng, watching the interaction between them, let out a quiet scoff.

They weren’t serious about fishing at all.

Fishing just to eat fish?

What an insult to real anglers.

True fishermen didn’t care about the catch, they cared about the process. Most of them even released their fish back into the water.

But these guys? They were completely vulgar.