Dad: Leisurely live broadcast life in mountain village

"I said, are you ready? Start when you are ready?"

Zhang Qiuming looked unhappy when he saw Qin Luo's indifferent attitude.

"It's okay, you can start first."

Qin Luo said indifferently.

He doesn't even mind that Zhang Qiuming gets the priority in the game!

Such contempt made Zhang Qiuming suddenly feel angry.

"Okay, that's what you said. The fishing rod hasn't been assembled yet. I'll see if you'll be as arrogant as you are now when the competition is over!"

With that said, Zhang Qiuming ignored Qin Luo and walked to the front of his fishing position, minding his own business, ready to teach Qin Luo a profound lesson.

Qin Luo still looked unhurried and unhurried.

"Brothers, let's get started. In order to prevent people from saying that the host is bullying others, let's run thirty-nine meters first."

Hearing this, the audience burst into joy again.

"The forty-meter sword is ready, right?"

"What a unique skill, host, I just like your unruly look!"

"Oh my god, if the anchor really wins, will the kid opposite dare to fish in the future?"

"I think the anchor should take it easy. I have been fishing for more than ten years. The guy opposite is very professional. Whether it is finding fishing spots or making nests, he is a master at first glance. Now the nests have been taken over by others.

It’s done, and when the camera shot over just now, the fishing movements were exactly the same as those of the professional players in the competitions I participated in before..."

There was an old man who was good at fishing in the live broadcast room who couldn’t help but remind him.

Don't blame him for being worried.

After all, Zhang Qiuming was also the county's former fishing champion, so he naturally had a few brushes.

As for Qin Luo, he hasn't even started assembling the fishing gear yet!

Comparing the two, it is no wonder that the water friend in the live broadcast room is so worried.

If one's own anchor is bullied, isn't that equivalent to a slap in the face of viewers like them?

Qin Luo said with a smile: "Everyone in the audience, don't worry. If I didn't have enough confidence, how could I propose such a competition, right?"

"Let the bullets fly for a while, don't worry, fishing is a job that requires patience~"

The audience, who were a little worried at first, felt a lot more at ease when they heard Qin Luo's resounding words.

They all buttoned up "666" in the live broadcast room.

But right here at this stall.

Zhang Qiuming, who usually had just thrown down the fishing rod, was already taking action.

A crucian carp that shone phosphorescently in the sun, about the size of a palm, was successfully pulled out of the water.

"Damn it, why did this guy start catching fish?!"

"Damn it, this crucian carp is probably not at least three or two in weight, right?"

"The anchor is still dawdling, and the first fish has been caught. Can't you be more anxious!"

"Why do I think the host is not fishing for fish but us?"

"Come on, hubby, but you must not be compared to that hermaphrodite!"

"I think everyone should believe in the anchor's ability. Is there any time in the past few days that the anchor has boasted that he has not realized it?"

Some of the viewers in the live broadcast room were anxious, and some were cheering Qin Luo on.

Of course, there are also some crazy fans of Qin Luo. No matter how bad the situation is, they all have unconditional trust in Qin Luo.

Zhang Qiuming threw the fish into the empty water tank next to him and glanced at Qin Luo provocatively.

At this time, the competition between Zhang Qiuming and Qin Luo had quickly spread among many fishing guys, and everyone was attracted by the competition here.

Many people didn't even care about their own fishing rods and gathered directly next to Zhang Qiuming and Qin Luo.

One of human nature is to eat melons. You can catch melons at any time. Such great fun is rarely seen on weekdays.

What's more, the two of them were competing on the fishing techniques they were most familiar with, which was even more interesting.

Su Mingyue and Qin Xiaonuan couldn't help but feel worried next to them.

"Qin Luo, is it really okay?"

Su Mingyue said with worried eyes, her position is always on Qin Luo's side, and naturally she doesn't want to see her beloved man embarrassed.

"Dad, come on, don't let that bad uncle compare you!"

Qin Xiaonuan also looked nervous, but still cheered her dad up.

Qin Luo laughed: "Don't worry, when have you ever seen me do something I'm not sure about?"

As he spoke, he took out all the contents of his backpack.

The brand-new props were quickly assembled in Qin Luo's hands, and the bait was specially configured according to the knowledge of a master-level fishing proficient. All fish like to eat it!

"Mingyue, please help me take care of Xiaonuan. It's time for us to show our true skills!"

Qin Luo's face was already full of seriousness.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of Xiaonuan."

Su Mingyue didn't even think about answering directly, and directly held Qin Xiaonuan in her arms with one hand.

Qin Luo nodded with a serious face, flicked the fishing rod in his hand, and loaded the bait.

He looks like a general with his horse and whip ready to go to war.

"It's started, it's started, the anchor's moves are so cool! Damn it!"

"Wori, it's obviously just an ordinary fishing rod, how did the anchor become so handsome?"

"I feel like holding this fishing rod in the anchor's hand is like holding a spear. Is it my imagination?"

"Handsome, handsome! Come on, anchor!"

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