"For me, the fall competition is naturally useless, it takes time and has no real reward." The bronzed-complexion young man lay flat on the cold stone platform and spoke, his starry eyes looking at the night sky overhead, as if the lake in front of him reflected the sky.

"The championship reward of 300 GPAs is not much?" The girl on the side gently lifted the fishing rod, and then slowly lowered it again.

Isn't it teasing the bait on the rod so as to attract the attention of the underwater giants?

"Is 300 GPAs really a lot?" The young man asked rhetorically.

"You can make fifty of them in your pocket now......

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