Chapter 392: As Long As You’re Willing to Teach, I’ll Do Anything!

Before Xiong Sheng could even finish speaking—

Wang Yun suddenly stopped both hands, then flicked his wrist upward. The water around the fish seemed to separate from it completely.

Around the fish’s body, it looked as if a round, transparent glass dome had formed, enclosing the entire fish tightly.

The fishing line was pulled taut, making a sharp zing sound.

The fifteen-catty Nian Swallow Fish was lifted straight out of the water by Wang Yun just like that.

And even more bizarre—there wasn’t a single ripple on the water’s surface.

“The water… the water didn’t even move! Holy shit!” Brother Hu’s hand holding the phone began to tremble, and his eyes nearly popped out.

The water didn’t show the slightest ripple.

Even more, the Nian Swallow Fish that was pulled up didn’t shake off a single drop of water from its body.

What kind of strange phenomenon was this?

“S-Success…” Xiong Sheng stammered, barely squeezing out the words, his voice trembling.

The next second, the huge Nian Swallow Fish was tossed into the bucket.

The moment it entered the bucket, it snapped back to its senses and began thrashing violently once again.

“Whew, my hands almost cramped up. This thing’s really tough to catch.”

Wang Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a deep breath. His whole body leaned weakly against the railing, eyes fixed on the Nian Swallow Fish in the bucket, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

“Boss, you’re amazing! This fish is seriously huge!”

Xiao Gang rushed over excitedly and carefully removed the hook from the Nian Swallow Fish’s mouth.

He looked at Wang Yun with admiration. 

Wang Yun waved his hand, clearly too exhausted to speak. Catching this fish was even more exhausting than being on the run.

“Brothers, look at this! A fish this hard to catch, and my boss landed it in under ten minutes.

“Nian Swallow Fish—do you know what that is?! This is a once-in-a-lifetime seafood catch.

“True deep-sea delicacy!”

Brother Hu held up the phone excitedly and shoved it in the Nian Swallow Fish’s face. He didn’t care whether it looked ugly or not. He filmed it from every possible angle, full close-up.

“All right, quit filming already. Let’s keep fishing. Since we finally made it out to sea, we can’t just eat this one fish, right?” Wang Yun said.

He really liked eating seafood—it’s high in protein and doesn’t make you fat.

While this fifteen-catty Nian Swallow Fish was enough to fill them up, it was only one kind. Not satisfying enough.

“You’re right, Boss! I’ll keep fishing.” Xiao Gang grinned and stood up. Now that there were no more worries, any catch would be a bonus.

Brother Hu muttered a few more lines to the phone, then ended the recording.

Still riding the high, he picked up his fishing rod. He even gently caressed the rod with both hands, mumbling to himself, “My precious, let’s catch another deep-sea beauty. Let Grandpa Hu get some practice. This feel… feels like another big one’s about to bite!”

Wang Yun couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile at Brother Hu’s muttering.

He didn’t want to fish anymore. That shaking technique had left him winded for a long while. His entire arm was still trembling. It was just too exhausting.

So Wang Yun walked over to the deck and sat down. He pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it.

Click—a flame lit up his face.

“Teacher Wang, hehe, fire!”

At some point, Xiong Sheng had come over beside him. This time, with a fawning look on his face.

Gone was the arrogance from five minutes ago. He was like a different person, his slightly yellowed teeth practically glowing under the moonlight.

“Hm?”

“Teacher Xiong, you’re not thinking of giving me another lecture, are you? I’m not really into fishing.”

Wang Yun ignored the lighter in his hand, lit his own cigarette, and looked at Xiong Sheng mockingly.

“Come on now, Teacher Wang, don’t say that.” Xiong Sheng awkwardly put away the lighter, his face visibly stiff. “I’m not qualified to teach you anything, Teacher Wang.”

After saying that, he looked up at Wang Yun, his eyes full of guilt and shame.

“Teacher Wang, I sincerely apologize. Earlier, I was arrogant and ignorant. I misjudged you. Whatever criticism you have, I’ll take it.”

Xiong Sheng did a full 180, speaking in a tone filled with supplication.

Wang Yun raised an eyebrow slightly, exhaled a long puff of smoke.

The white smoke scattered into the sea breeze, disappearing instantly. Only the lingering smell of nicotine remained in the air.

“Teacher Xiong, you’re joking. I was just playing around. I want to rest now.”

Wang Yun didn’t pick up on a single word he said.

‘What, you thought you could just humiliate me a moment ago? And now that I’ve shown you a skill, you’re here trying to cozy up? Let’s be honest; what you want is for me to teach you. But you don’t deserve it.’

Wang Yun didn’t give him any opening at all. He turned his head and didn’t even look at him.

Instead, he calmly pulled out his phone.

But Wang Yun had miscalculated—he didn’t expect Xiong Sheng’s face to be thicker than a city wall!

“Teacher Wang, I’m really sorry. Please, on account of how eager I am to learn… Could you maybe just tell me a little about how one learns the shaking technique? As long as you’re willing to teach, I’ll do anything you ask.”