Live Fishing Studio

Chapter 904

"It's also possible! If we lead us by a big score, we will naturally be noticed by the Fahrenheit team. From this motivation, it makes sense!"

"Fuck! These guys look down on people so much. I will play in the next quarter and see if I won't blow them up!"

Meng Weize spit fiercely, it is not ashamed to lose to others, but if the opponent ignores him before the match, it will be a bit hurt.

What do you say? The harm is not great, but full of lethality!

The third quarter ended in such an unhurried state. Meng Weize, suffocating his stomach, couldn't wait to take the stage. After taking the pole in Xiao Kai's hand, he gave Wang Xiaomin a very unfriendly look.

It happened that Wang Xiaomin looked this way when he was changing, and the eyes of the two people gathered in the air.

One side was frowning fiercely, and the other side was full of vigorous eyes. When a confrontation came down, from the aura, it was half a catty.

"What's the matter?" Wang Xiaomin asked with a slightly tilted mouth.

Meng Weize snorted coldly, and said, "Huh, it's okay! Don't think that we will kill us if we win a few games! There is still a gap of almost ten fishes, see me come up and overtake you!"

"Okay! Anyway, my task is completed! Feel free to say hello! The guy who took over my class is my brother, named Wang Zhen, and it’s fine to clean him up hard, don’t give me face! If we lose in the end, Just let him take the blame!"

"Um...Xiaomin, you don't bring such a thing. Isn't this cheating? Who am I to offend?" Wang Zhen couldn't help but complain.

Wang Xiaomin's almost joking remarks made Meng Weize as if Mou Zu vigorously punched the cotton, which was uncomfortable.

"Come on, I'm going down! Let's talk when you have time!"

After leaving a word, Wang Xiaomin stepped off the stage lightly, leaving Meng Weize on the court alone in a mess in the wind.

However, this mess is only temporary. His grades are temporarily lagging behind. Meng Weize quickly picked up his mentality and began to frantically speed up the pace.

With this, Wang Zhen, who played on the 4th, felt a little uncomfortable.

Next door, Meng Weize was frantically throwing rods to lure the fish. Wang Zhen wanted to stabilize his advantage, but he could only follow the rhythm forcibly, and finally stabilized the pressure of the fish. Because of the increase in the amount of bait, he became faster again.

However, Wang Zhen's control of the rhythm is not as easy as Wang Xiaomin's. After a while, the Kung Fu nest fish are gathered, and the frequency of eating soon far exceeds that of Meng Weize who is next to him.

Now, Wang Zhen was a little embarrassed.

Let it go without fishing? It looks a little fake, as if it was deliberately released.

How fast is it to fish? The fishing policy implemented by Brother Feng before the game was not implemented properly.

How to make a compromise between the two demands has become a thing that makes Wang Zhen uncomfortable.

After fishing crappy for a while, Wang Zhen really couldn't stand it anymore, and simply learned the state of Wang Xiaomin in the last game, and let the water openly.

There was a fish next door, and I followed. I didn't have a mouthful next door. I just paddled lazily and got acquainted with it once and for all. Don't say it, Wang Zhen found the feeling just halfway through the fourth quarter.

Seeing Wang Zhen lazily fishing, Meng Weize had a murderous heart.

Damn, what's the problem? I'm getting cramps when I'm twitching, and the fish is not fast, but the guy next door slackens and smokes a few shots, and the fish in the nest seems to never fall out.

Once the mentality is out of balance, it is difficult to adjust it in a short time. Meng Weize gets angry more and more fishing.

Seeing no hope of hard work, the anger grew from my heart to the guts. I directly took out a bottle of barley sweet potato paste, and poured it about three lids into the hemp pellets. The well-made raw material particles were a little dirty. , Exuding a strong complex flavor of barley and sweet potato paste.

After doing this, the next thing is even more embarrassing. As a relatively broad-spectrum medicine, the barley sweet potato cream can be regarded as the necessary medicine for fishing polyculture, practicing rods, and taking turns. This taste is given to the fish in the pit too. What a bad memory, I have already scared the fish.

The medicated hemp pellets with a high concentration were thrown into the nest. There were still many fish in the nest, and immediately became silent.

Meng Weize told the students about the risk of adding medicine to the boring particles that Yue Feng told the students.

Suffocating emotions, Meng Weize drew at least ten more shots before he suddenly reacted.

Something's wrong, I still had intermittent mouths before, so after the adjustment, even the small movements of rubbing the line and bait were gone!

In the audience, the captain Hu Changsheng saw this scene, and the sweat on his palms came out.

I felt bad when I saw Meng Weize adding the medicine just now. The amount of the medicine was a little too much visually. Even if it was pure raw food, it could not be added such a large dose!

Seeing that the fish mouth was slower in the follow-up, Hu Changsheng lit a cigarette irritably, and after a few puffs, only the cigarette holder was left. This game is too difficult to play, so disheartened!

For the next ten minutes or so, Wang Zhen's small life became more comfortable. Meng Weize was not able to catch fish. He also rubbed two soft sticky bait cores to get embarrassed. Sometimes even the embarrassed could catch fish. Meng Weize's mentality exploded. . UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Soon, the fourth quarter of the game was over. Wang Zhen led the Tianyuan Youth Training Team by at least ten fish in a single game. With the previous advantage, he was close to twenty fish, which was more than ten catties.

This is the result of Wang Zhen desperately pressing down on all sorts of releases, laziness and passive sabotage. If he is a little more bold, I am afraid that he won't need to play in the fifth quarter and enter the garbage time ahead of time.

As the fifth angler at the end, Zhao Zheng took the pole when he took the stage and patted Wang Zhen on the shoulder.

"Yes, the small rhythm of the last game was pretty good!"

Wang Zhen scratched his head: "Hey! It's mainly the Meng team next door to give opportunities! Good luck, good luck, hahahaha!"

Meng Weize, who was about to step down, almost staggered when he heard Wang Zhen's words. Is there such a shock? This is too shameless!

"Hey, Brother Meng, don't go so fast, wait for me, I feel that our brothers are very good friends, the game is over, we chat together!" Seeing Meng Weize almost slipped, Wang Zhen deliberately flirted with Meng Zewei Greeted.

Meng Zewei didn't raise his head, Quandang didn't hear it.

At this moment, he can't wait to find a place to get in and hide, how arrogant he is to talk ruthlessly before fishing, how embarrassed he is at this moment!

"Look at you, our coach often educates us, come out to the game, friendship first, the game second, you walk slowly and wait for me, let's talk about 50 cents! Let’s discuss this fish together. How to catch it!"

Meng Weize really couldn't hold back, biting his molars and whispered: "Go..."

"Hahahaha" the appearance of the two live treasures made even Zhao Zheng, who had always been steady on stage, unable to hold back, and laughed.

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