Live Fishing Studio

In the afternoon, the first fish pinch was not finished, and Hu Changsheng stopped halfway and tried according to Wang Xiaomin's statement.

　　 I used a sieve to sift out the fine powder, and used large crushed bait to disperse the cannon. I worked for a while and tried it out in actual combat. Good guy, the nest was made quickly, and the old slippery fish really got into the nest to eat the bait.

　　 "This pinch fish can't be played anymore!"

　　 Seeing the dense fish stars in the nest, Hu Changsheng felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. It was a sense of powerlessness that was hit by dimensionality reduction, which had already broken his understanding of the fishes in Huayukeng.

　　 "Hey, don't, your pinch is not over yet! Is it surrender now?" Wang Xiaomin grinned, his eyes and expression like a sly country old man.

　　 "I wish to bet and lose! Convinced! You guy, gave me too many surprises!" Hu Changsheng waved his hand, and put down the pole in his hand very decadently.

　　In the room, the technical guidance office, Leng Xiaojun was watching the game in the pond through the monitor display in front of him.

　　Actually, this guy has been at the base since the beginning, but he deliberately didn't see Han Luofeng and the three of them kicking the gym.

　　 In front, the two people were fishing while communicating. Leng Xiaojun could still accept it, but seeing that the pinch was halfway through, Hu Changsheng even gave up the pole. Leng Xiaojun's anger came up.

As a competitive angler, even if you lose, you must have the backbone. As the saying goes, you can kill people, but you can't scare them to death. Even if you lose, you shouldn't abstain and put down the pole in your hand. , This is no longer a purely technical problem, but has risen to the level of attitude.

　　 Leng Xiaojun had a very high degree of hostility towards the three people who came to play in the stadium. Lao Hu’s current passive game practice has already touched his bottom line.

　　 "Oh, when did you come? Are you practicing?"

　　Wang Xiaomin and Hu Changsheng were discussing the details of the large-particle scattered bait fishing for slippery fish. Leng Xiaojun’s voice came from behind.

　　 Hu Changsheng's face tightened when he heard the words practicing pole, and he realized that there seemed to be something wrong with his performance just now.

　　 Wang Xiaomin glanced back and said: "Hello Captain Leng, I am Wang Xiaomin, the contracted angler of Yuefeng Fishing Club, and come to our club with Han Luofeng and Zhao Zhengzheng!"

　　 "Wang Xiaomin, the rising star, the number one dark horse! Long admiring the name!"

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Leng Xiaojun smiled and greeted him, as if to shake hands with Wang Xiaomin, Wang Xiaomin stretched out his hand, but he took it back abruptly. Speaking in a bad mood, it looks hostile.

　　 "Hehe, fishing! It's all a rumor!" Wang Xiaomin retracted his arm casually and hit haha, his impression of Leng Xiaojun was three points worse.

　　 "Where are Han Luofeng and Zhao Zheng? Why are you here? Leave the little brother to herd the sheep? This is not a team style. In Tianyuan, if something like this happens when going out for a game, we must be warned and punished!"

　　 Hu Changsheng was a little embarrassed to raise the pole, nor did he put down the pole. He bit his head and said: "They both drank too much at noon. They are resting in the reception room!"

　　"Oh, it turns out that it's such a thing! It's fake to see that it's a fake kick, and it's real to come to find a drink. Yuefeng fishing tackle has just been set up for a while. For a company as big as Fahrenheit, how can the team be greedy?

　　 If your treatment is really bad, come to our Tianyuan, how about I get you a contract for the main player? "

　　 Seeing that the meaning of Leng Xiaojun's words became more and more acute, Wang Xiaomin's impression of him was once again three points worse.

　　 "Our small team, the treatment is definitely not as big as your first-line brand! But I am a bit of a bone, and I believe that the location does not like Gao Zhier!

　　 No matter how fierce Lv Bu is, he is also a slave of the three surnames. In case one day I get mixed up and become the fishing king, the shame of changing my old club is a blemish for a lifetime. My Wang Xiaomin can't afford to lose that person!

　　 I don’t know what treatment Captain Leng will give to the company in the club, or I will ask Brother Feng to help you talk about it, come to our club, and the current treatment will be doubled for you! "

　　 The front was quite normal, but when we talked to the back, Wang Xiaomin suddenly offered an invitation, which was tantamount to a slap in the face brightly.

　　 After listening to Leng Xiaojun, his face instantly turned pale.

　　 "You scold me" Leng Xiaojun asked, pointing to his nose.

"Why, Captain Leng is sensitive! It's not a joke! Don't be a little kid like me for a captain as big as you! Tell me who will throw you out! Brother Hu, are you right?" Wang Xiaomin Haha, he smiled and looked at Hu Changsheng.

　　 Hu Changsheng touched his nose in embarrassment: "The joke is a joke, or don't be silly, it's not appropriate!"

"Old Hu doesn't let you talk, then let's not talk about it. I have seen your game, and the basic skills are quite comprehensive. Otherwise, let me play with you? Let me learn and teach you the skills of the first dark horse in Yuefeng fishing tackle. ?"

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Leng Xiaojun caught fire in his stomach and directly initiated the pinchfish invitation.

　　 "Okay, I think your club is good except for Big Brother Hu's skills, and the other young players are all for nothing. I don't know how the skills of Master Leng Xiaojun, the captain of your dignified Tianyuan club team, are there, and if there is a false reputation!"

"you…"

　　 "Hey, kidding, don't be angry! Don't be angry!"

Wang Xiaomin swished and smiled again. UU reading www.uukānshu.com made Leng Xiaojun unable to get angry even if he wanted to get angry. It was as if he shook his fist violently and slammed into the pile of cotton. of.

　　 "Let's talk about the pits here, pick whatever you want! I don't bully you, let you get ten fish for the target fish, and three catties for polyculture!" Leng Xiaojun confidently said the pinching conditions for letting the fish.

　　 "Okay, it's still a cold team, with a captain's demeanor! Then the second pond, I just caught the fish for a while, I just figured out the fish! If you want to play, just play here for a while!" Wang Xiaomin agreed happily.

　　 "Okay! Old Hu, I will use your equipment! Learn the skills of young geniuses!" Leng Xiaojun naturally took the pole in Hu Changsheng's hand.

　　Hu Changsheng reminded: "The fish in Pit No. 2 is not easy to catch. Just now I discussed with Xiaomin about using scattered bait to attack the mouth. The effect is very good!"

After hearing this, Leng Xiaojun curled his lips indifferently: "Pinch the fish with Xiaomin. I will use whatever fishing method he uses! I want to see where your arrogance comes from! Really we are. Tianyuan Club is a soft persimmon!"

　　 "Okay, my scatter cannon and hand food divide you half! Let's hit the male bait!" Wang Xiaomin also raised his anger, and directly placed the opened scatter cannon.

"it is good!"

　　 The original atmosphere of communication, being joined by Leng Xiaojun, was instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder.

　　 Three minutes later, the two changed their positions without nests. Hu Changsheng set the pinch alarm clock for forty minutes and greeted him, and the pinch officially started.

　　 In the next second, two people simultaneously pinched the cannon and threw the pole into the water, and the polyculture of pinchfish in Pit No. 2 started.