Fishing Livestream
Chapter 401 - 401 390 Old Horse

401: Chapter 390 Old Horse 401: Chapter 390 Old Horse Yue Feng nodded, “Yes, two versions, a regular edition and a super high difficulty edition!

Upload them at different times, and we’re sure to hit the trending list!”

“I think it’s a good idea.

Shall we shoot after we eat?

I’ll call Tingting over!”

“What meal are we talking about, with all this equipment here?

Let’s shoot the clip first while we haven’t packed up yet, then after eating, we can go back to the dorm to rest properly,” Yue Feng said.

“Sure!”

Before long, Zhao Zheng had called Ma Tingting over.

The girl had been quietly squatting on the Fishing Box all morning, only coming over to give Zhao Zheng a bottle of water during the big break, without making any other peeps—a far cry from her usually bouncy and lively personality.

After a brief discussion, Yue Feng divided the challenge into two parts.

The first part was the difficulty set by the instructor in the morning: a water cup mouth about eight centimeters in diameter, a three-point-six meter cast without a leader, a casting challenge!

For Yue Feng, with his strength, such a challenge was a piece of cake, easily accomplished on the first try.

“Not bad!

Your accuracy is way better than mine!” Zhao Zheng, along with Ma Tingting, after watching the footage they shot, could not help but exclaim.

Yue Feng grinned, “This is nothing.

Find a beer bottle and I’ll show you a trick!”

“Do you mean…” Zhao Zheng started to say, swallowing his saliva mid-sentence, feeling that his thought was somewhat unbelievable.

Yue Feng nodded with a smile, “Exactly, the size of a beer bottle’s mouth.

Let’s see if I can make it.

We’ll film with two cameras and see if it can be done!”

“Impossible, right?

The mouth of the bottle is so small, only a little bigger than Lead Skin!” Ma Tingting said incredulously upon hearing Yue Feng’s idea.

“Let’s give it a shot!”

Soon, Ma Tingting went and grabbed a beer bottle from the side of the cafeteria, a 550ml Snow Beer bottle.

“Shall we start filming normally now, or practice a bit first as a test?”

Although Yue Feng felt confident, he had never tried it before and spoke with a bit of uncertainty, “Let’s try first!

I think it shouldn’t be a big problem!”

Quickly, Yue Feng placed the bottle at a distance, holding the rod, ready for casting.

All eyes on him, Yue Feng took a deep breath, relaxed his body, flicked his wrist, and cast the rod—go!

The sinker drew a smooth arc in the air and, with a clink, hit the bottle’s mouth.

It did not fall in, instead, it bounced off the rim.

It was a hit, but because of the angle, when the sinker hit the mouth of the bottle, the main line was tilted and formed an arc.

To be more specific, the line was too taut and lacked the right angle at the moment of impact.

“Damn, so close!” Zhao Zheng exclaimed in surprise.

Yue Feng scratched his chin and took a step forward with the rod in hand, closing the distance by about sixty centimeters.

“Too much tension on the cast last time, leaving no angle.

This time should be about right!”

Indeed, after Yue Feng moved forward just a bit and cast again, he hit the target precisely.

“Holy smokes!

Awesome!!” Zhao Zheng gave a thumbs-up—such precision was simply incredible.

Yue Feng glanced at the bottle again and said, “Okay, let’s start recording!”

After some simple adjustments, in the following ten casts, Yue Feng hit the target precisely every time.

The seemingly difficult task was completed in a very short time.

They quickly finished the main shoot, but it was the “staged” behind-the-scenes footage that wasted quite a bit of time.

It was not until 12:10 that they published the effect they wanted for the segment.

After packing up the equipment, they returned to their dorm to put it away, and then the three of them sluggishly made their way to the small dining hall.

Having delayed for so long, the main dishes at the dining hall were already gone, leaving only some vegetables.

“We’re late, there’s no meaty dishes left!” Ma Tingting pouted, a girl just like a child, seemingly gentle and slender but a bona fide carnivore at heart.

Zhao Zheng said, “Can a little thing like this stump your brother Zhao Zheng of society?

Go ahead with Feng and find a seat, our specially arranged meals are on their way, I’ve already made arrangements!”

After saying this, Zhao Zheng went into the kitchen through a small side door next to a window, while Yue Feng exchanged a look with Ma Tingting and casually found a table by the window to sit down, waiting for Zhao Zheng’s arrival.

They had finished shooting the segment, but some post-production editing was needed.

While waiting, Tingting took out her phone and busied herself, and Yue Feng, bored out of his mind, also bowed his head and took out his phone to browse around on the platform.

At that moment, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, accompanied by a young man in his early twenties, strolled into the dining hall.

Not many people were left in the dining hall when the middle-aged man entered.

His gaze swept the room and immediately landed on Ma Tingting sitting by the window.

The next second, the middle-aged man walked over quickly.

“Tingting, why haven’t you eaten so late?

What are you waiting for here?” the middle-aged man greeted.

Ma Tingting was editing video clips on her phone when she heard the greeting.

She looked up, her eyes lit up: “Dad, why are you free to come over here?

Little Sea Brother, have you two had dinner?”

Yue Feng turned his head, stood up quickly, and greeted, “Mr.

Ma, good evening!

I’m Yue Feng, Tingting’s classmate, the team leader of class 30!”

Mr.

Ma swept Yue Feng from head to toe with a slightly aggressive gaze and said bluntly, “I’ve heard about you.

Lately, you’ve been quite close to my daughter!”

These words were somewhat impolite, and Ma Tingting’s pretty face changed, “Dad…

what are you talking about, Feng and I are just classmates!”

The moment she uttered these words, Ma Tingting regretted it; she would have been better off not explaining at all.

To others, this seemed like a case of “the more one tries to hide, the more one reveals,” or “protesting too much.”

Yue Feng smiled with half-closed lips and said with neither humility nor arrogance, “Indeed, we’re quite close!

Tingting is a good girl!”

“I also heard you’re a live-streamer?” Mr.

Ma continued asking.

“Yes, on the Seafood Platform.

It’s been going quite well!

Tingting has just started working on it.

We were filming together after training this morning, so dinner is a bit late.

My friend has gone to get some food, he isn’t back yet!

Why don’t you join us?

There should be enough food!” Yue Feng invited politely.

“It’s fine, you eat.

Mr.

Li has prepared food for us, and a bunch of kids from the team are waiting to start their meal.

I’ll say hello to Xiao Yang in a moment, Tingting, come home tonight!”

“Okay!” Tingting responded.

After a brief conversation, Comrade Old Ma left with his apprentice, Little Sea.

It wasn’t long before the two of them, carrying a bunch of takeaway food boxes, disappeared around the corner of the sightline.

It was my first time seeing Mr.

Ma up close; he was a bit different from what you see on TV.

Mr.

Ma was very fit, with a strong voice and thick, black hair.

If it weren’t for the few age lines on his face, some might even believe he was in his thirties, as his frequent outdoors activities with the team had given him a healthy tan, a shade darker than the average person.

“Sorry about that, Feng.

My dad is just like that, don’t be mad!” Ma Tingting said quietly.