But...

Ethan is still too young!

McCarthy Delin decided to set a lofty goal for Ethan with a fishing competition. As a fishing enthusiast, no one understands better than him what can ignite a fisherman's obsession.

That is when you go fishing with friends, and your friend ends up with a bucket full of fish, each one more plump than the last, whereas you return empty-handed.

This can be remembered for at least a decade, even to the point of waking up at night from frustration.

Ah, young beginners.

Every fishing master has gone through this.

McCarthy Delin's eyes narrowed, and he focused entirely, time seemed to slow down in his eyes, countless pieces of information flooded into his brain in an instant. He felt the fluctuation of the water flow, the movement of the fish schools, the position of the bait, the spot to cast the line, all victories and defeats are determined by every detail!

McCarthy Delin made his move, casting his line with divine precision.

He had perfected everything over the past decades, apart from enjoying the hobby, his heart was also filled with a strong sense of responsibility.

He realized Ethan was a rookie, so as a senior, he was obliged to demonstrate what a perfect fisherman is!

McCarthy Delin's perception became extraordinarily sharp.

Thus, he naturally didn't miss the commotion next door.

Ethan's movements were stiff, a mess full of flaws.

Yet, the fish were biting.

The novice stood upright, urgently reeling in, while the girl behind him guided him to sway along with the fish's movement to tire it out.

Beginner's luck.

McCarthy Delin commented in his heart.

He often felt there's an inexplicable rule in the fishing world, gradually forming the concept of a "beginner's aura," as if the god of fishing was enticing people to join the hobby.

However, life can't always be smooth sailing. The beginner's aura will soon fade, and at that time, the real challenge begins.

McCarthy Delin was emotionally calm.

He had long passed that stage.

Now he was as stable as a rock!

While appreciating the ripples in the water, he continued to observe the commotion next door, silently evaluating the newcomer Ethan in his heart.

Stiff movements, his panicked demeanor was somewhat comical.

Another fish was caught.

It seemed this beginner was quite lucky.

Next, it was the third fish.

Watching the big fish fly from the water into the bucket, his stable mind showed a slight crack.

Has it been too long since he last fished, causing rust, or is today's luck bad?

Logically, his technique is perfect; there shouldn't be any issues.

Just as McCarthy Delin was deep in introspection, the fourth fish was caught, his eyes widened. Ethan's posture was still clumsy, lacking any grace, it looked as if he was rolling up his sleeves and struggling against the fish.

...

There were many more evaluations like this.

McCarthy Delin couldn't even remember how long he'd been sitting there; his mood had gradually become numb. The reason he kept observing Ethan's actions and critiquing him was because he hadn't caught a single fish.

Despite his graceful and elegant moves, he hadn't achieved any results.

Today, he discovered a new fishing theory.

If someone fishes all the fish out of the lake, it's hard to catch any more fish.

So, this shouldn't be his problem.

The sky gradually darkened, and the evening wind became particularly piercing.

But compared to the cold wind, there's an even more biting reality for McCarthy Delin — he saw Ethan, who was returning with a full bucket, walking towards him, saying words that were akin to an unforgivable curse.

"Looks like luck was good today, caught so many fish! If you don't mind, come join us for some grilled fish."

You brat!

McCarthy Delin finally felt himself cracking.

Ethan,

You despicable little man,

Are you trying to make me sleepless for a month!

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