"Welcome back to the 10th Global Luja Final Tournament!"

In front of the camera, the famous Russian fishing show host Robert Jonny cheered to the audience, and behind him was the famous mecca of bass fishing in my country - Qiandao Lake.

The Global Lure League is held at the end of summer every year, after three months, thousands of anglers have been selected and eliminated from more than a dozen countries and dozens of fishing grounds, and finally the ten players left here gather here to compete for the title of fishing king!

Chen Mu, one of the ten finalist anglers, drove a motorboat to drop a rod on the side of a small island in the north of Qiandao Lake, holding a valuable imported lure rod DAIWA (Dawa), fishing quietly.

"We're halfway through the competition, let's see how the players catch their catches!"

After Robert finished speaking, the photographers on each motorboat turned their lens to the fishermen's catch boxes, which were specially made of clear glass in order to make the audience see more clearly.

"Oh! Jonathan's angler from North America has caught a lot of fish! I'll count! Look! There are five largemouth bass in total! The two largest ones weigh more than 10 pounds each (one pound equals about 0.9 catties)!"

"Then there's the Japanese angler Nozawa Kenki, who is a strong contender for this year's fishing title! His catch, not much, only three tails, but this one! The two largest tails add up to at least thirty pounds! To be able to breed such a fat wild largemouth bass! China's Qiandao Lake! Amazing!"

"Photographer! Give the lens to the last fishing king - Mr. Chen, Chen Mu! Look, his focused eyes, his steady arms! Whew! I love this charming posture! Photographer, give Mr. Chen's catch!"

When the photographer moved the camera to Chen Mu's catch box, all the audience, including the host Robert, opened their mouths in surprise.

"This! There is only a few in Chen Yuwang's fishing box! And the size of this only tail is too small! I estimate that it is less than a pound, and it may be a pound. Oh my God! I can't believe it's Mr. Chen's catch! Although the rules of the competition are to take the maximum two perch after the end of the race, the total weight of the two bass is still the same, but time is running out, and his only catch is still this one! I'm really worried about Mr. Chen!"

In the northern part of Qiandao Lake, when other players have caught a lot of fish, Chen Mu is still adjusting the bait unhurriedly, after adjusting, he holds the rod in his right hand, lifts it, swings, and the bait crosses a beautiful arc in the air and accurately falls to the target water surface. The water drop wheel in Chen Mu's hand rotated lightly, two tight and one loose, two sheets and one gallop, the frequency was like a dragonfly dotting water, imitating the swimming posture of the injured fish to the fullest.

Chen Mu's purpose for participating in the competition, one is that he is a fishing enthusiast, and the other is more important, he needs a lot of bonuses after winning the championship - 100,000 US dollars, which is about 700,000 yuan.

After winning the last Luya League, Chen Mu began a very luxurious round the world fishing trip, the championship bonus of 700,000 yuan, he squandered it in less than half a year, and even the ticket to return to China was obtained by selling the fishing gear at hand, but Chen Mu did not regret it. After returning to China, when he heard that the 10th Global Luya League was held, Chen Mu immediately signed up, and the Dawa in his hand, which was penniless, was borrowed from the big man in the fish circle.

"As long as I win the championship, I can have another luxurious year. Chen Mu thought so.

"Come to me, come to me......"

On the motorboat, Chen Mu's mind echoed the girl's voice again, the voice was louder than before, he shook his head, and tried to look at the water seriously.

"The competition is coming to an end, but Mr. Chen still only has that poor fish, will he lose the title of the king of fish?" In front of the camera, Robt was full of loss, "Poor man, betrayed by the lake of his motherland!"

"Whoa!"

As soon as Robert's words fell, the water drop wheel in Chen Mu's hand was frantically reversed, and the fishing line was pulled out a few meters away in an instant.

"It's on the fish! Mr. Chen is finally on the fish! Look at this posture, this fish is not light!"

Chen Mu immediately pressed the hand brake on the Dawa water drop wheel, and after the fishing line was tightened, what was passed into his hand was an amazing huge force!

"I've been waiting for you for so long, and I'm finally hooked!"

Chen Mu became excited, and the brake in his hand loosened slightly, "Let you run for a while, but don't run too proudly!"

Even if the brakes had been loosened, the force from the fishing rod was still not light, and after a while, there was not much left of the 120-meter fishing line in Chen Mu's water drop wheel.

"What should I do, there are less than ten minutes before the end of the game! Mr. Chen can catch this big perch! Even if he really catches it, can he defend his title as the king of fish with such a big gap as the first one?"

Chen Mu looked at the end of the fishing line, the big bass was struggling desperately, and the few remaining fishing lines were still unloading, Chen Mu pouted: "Since you have eaten my bait, don't think about running!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Mu had already moved: the muscles of the left hand holding the pole were tight, the right hand pressed the brake to the full, the left hand lifted the rod and dropped the rod, and the right hand turned the wheel and reeled the line, the whole process seemed to be engraved in the bones, all in one go!

"He! Mr. Chen actually chose to face off against the big perch! But I remember that Mr. Chen only used a 0.3 mm fishing line, so he was not afraid that the fishing line would break if he pulled it so hard?"

Chen Mu kept in his hands for a moment, lifting the pole, reeling the line, and then lifting the rod and rewinding the line, and the big perch obviously would not easily give in and struggle desperately, and on the lake in the distance was the waves caused by its tail flicking.

"Sting!"

The friction between the line and the iron ring of the club head makes a wail, and the carbon rod is bent in an exaggerated arc, making it impossible to doubt that the rod and line will break in the next second.

But Chen Mu didn't realize it at all, he just desperately adjusted his movements, lifting the rod and closing the line, as if the rod and line in his hand were made of iron.

The big perch gradually approached the boat in the pull, and Chen Mu shouted to the photographer: "Change the net!

"Why are you stunned, go quickly!"

The photographer was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the other party was shouting him, but the game was not conducted by the contestant alone, can I help him?

"XX! the fish ran away and counted yours!" Looking at the indifferent photographer, Chen Mu couldn't help but burst into foul language.

The photographer was also angry, put the camera on the boat, took out the largest copy net from Chen Mu's fishing tackle box, and threw it in front of Chen Mu, "I tell you, don't blame me for your disqualification!"

"Nonsense! You are to blame when the fish runs away!"

Chen Mu locked the brakes, held the rod in his left hand and the net in his right hand, bent down cautiously, and then went towards the head net of the big perch.

Chen Mu gritted his teeth: "Come and help me! It's too heavy! I can't pull it!"

"XX!" The photographer stroked his arms and spouted, "Lao Tzu's photography has been in good practice for so many years, and today it is considered to be out of the way!"

"The game is over!" all the anglers immediately stop what they are doing and turn back!" Robert shouted to the camera.

"The photographer on board 03! Where's your lens? Why is it pitch black? Alas, I don't know if Mr. Chen's big perch has caught it. ”

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"Come to me, come to me......"