Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation Chapter 1733 - 949: High-Spirited

By the river.

Jiang Ning and his group departed from the small pond. Before their departure, Chen Siyu offered her goodbyes to Xu Wenyi.

Xu Wenyi observed their receding figures, unable to refrain from remarking, "They didn't even utilize a fishing rod."

Yin Yu mused, "They don't strike me as the type who would fish."

Xu Wenyi: "They are truly impressive."

Zhuang Jianhui, who had maintained a frown throughout, suddenly interjected: "Cease your chatter, you're frightening my fish away."

Lin Zida: "Ahem."

Xu Wenyi felt an urge to roll his eyes; what did it have to do with him?

Yin Yu offered a polite apology: "Apologies."

Gong Jin provided timely comfort: "You are not mistaken, Jianhui is."

Zhuang Jianhui appeared vexed. How could he articulate his feelings? The fish in the pond were akin to a goddess he yearned for yet could not pursue; upon turning, he discovered the goddess was already leashed like a common dog.

Yin Yu persisted with her apologies: "It is my fault. Had I not disrupted you, you would undoubtedly have caught fish."

Her sincerity, innocence, and purity were evident, yet her words carried an unsettling undertone.

As if laced with a subtle contempt.

Zhuang Jianhui felt a surge of inner annoyance and gruffly vowed, "Once I succeed in catching fish today, I shall present them to Boss Yang for preparation, and we shall indulge in a fish feast at midday."

Yin Yu applauded, her smile radiant: "Splendid! I sincerely hope we can savor the fish you catch this noon."

Zhuang Jianhui's tone shifted to displeasure as he glanced at Yin Yu: "You?"

Wang Yong, witnessing this, understood Zhuang Jianhui's pride and intolerance for any perceived slight. He quickly intervened: "Brother Zhuang, Brother Zhuang."

Lin Zida also added his voice: "Jianhui, please maintain your composure!"

Concurrently, he cast another glance at Yin Yu; her surname seemed familiar. Recently, a provincial inspection team had visited, and he recalled someone bearing the surname Yin...

Gong Jin advised peace: "Come now, why such anger, Ah Hui?"

Yin Yu contemplated for a moment before smiling: "It's likely because he intends to barbecue fish for us at noon, yet hasn't caught any. Perhaps he's feeling anxious."

Yin Yu: "You are truly considerate of others; you are a good person."

She casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, exuding an aura of purity and grace.

Zhuang Jianhui nearly choked on his own breath.

'Who invited her to the riverbank? Ah, it seems she encountered Wang Yong and came along on her own accord...'

Zhuang Jianhui managed to regain control of his emotions, calming himself shortly and stating: "Fishing and catching fish are distinct actions."

Yin Yu: "Oh, is that so."

She lingered by the wild pond, her gaze fixed upon the water's seemingly unfathomable depths: "Then perhaps you should try going in to catch the fish yourself."

Zhuang Jianhui retorted, his voice sharp: "Do you truly believe I would shy away from such a challenge?"

Agitated, Zhuang Jianhui dropped his fishing rod and took a decisive step forward.

Lin Zida quickly intervened to stop him: "Wait! Wang Yong is finding something to measure the water’s depth. Let us ascertain that first."

Wang Yong heeded the suggestion and scanned his surroundings, preparing to search for a suitable pole.

At that precise moment, Gong Jin reeled in his fishing line and spoken softly: "I shall handle it."

Lin Zida looked on with confusion: "Do you intend to use a retractable fishing rod for measurement?"

Gong Jin simply shook his head, a calm smile gracing his lips. With evident confidence, he retrieved a spherical object from his tackle box and attached it to his hook.

He cast it gently into the water and then reeled back his rod, the line instantly becoming taut.

The hook submerged into the murky depths.

Gong Jin began to count: "1, 2, 3...7."

Upon reaching the count of 7, the tension in the line suddenly eased.

He announced his findings: "This sphere descends at a rate of 0.3 meters per second. It took 7 seconds to reach the bottom, so the water depth should be slightly over two meters."

Lin Zida expressed his astonishment: "Incredible, Brother Jin!"

The nearby anglers turned their attention, commending him as a genuine enthusiast of wild fishing.

This public praise significantly bolstered Gong Jin's confidence.

Yin Yu's clear eyes shifted towards him: "Then you must possess considerable skill in fishing as well."

At this very instant, Yin Yu's perceived value in Gong Jin's eyes diminished by a single point.

With a water depth exceeding two meters, if Zhuang Jianhui were to enter, forget about netting fish; he wouldn't even be able to stand.

Zhuang Jianhui's expression underwent a noticeable change.

Lin Zida, unable to bear witnessing his good friend's mounting embarrassment, made a decision: "Let's drain the water! We'll dry it out completely to catch the fish!"

This plan instantly invigorated Zhuang Jianhui; the thrill of netting fish was irresistible!

"However, this wild pond has a small canal that connects to the Hui River..." Zhuang Jianhui hesitated, voicing his concern.

Lin Zida responded decisively: "We shall seal it! We'll procure some burlap sacks, fill them with sand or soil, and directly obstruct the canal!"

Excellent, all potential risks were now neutralized.

Zhuang Jianhui placed an arm around Lin Zida's shoulder, deeply touched: "My good brother!"

Gong Jin observed their interaction, a sense of melancholy washing over him. Having grown up within his own social circles, engaging in various activities, yet even among his friends, none had reached such a profound level of brotherhood.

He felt genuine envy at this moment, a kind of friendship that many might never experience in an entire lifetime.

The youngsters moved with swift determination. Lin Zida suggested: "I recall Boss Yang's place having a water pump, quite powerful, capable of handling dozens of tons per hour."

Abandoning their earlier fishing plans, they resolutely set off towards a rural tourism spot, their spirits visibly lifting from their previous despondency.

Xu Wenyi pondered, "Should I also come along?"

Wang Yong instructed, "You remain here. If anyone comes inquiring, inform them the pond is being emptied soon."

...

Chen Siyu inquired, "Tongtong, are you still intending to capture photos and share them on your social media?"

Xue Yuantong replied, "I'm merely taking pictures for enjoyment."

Chen Siyu then produced her phone, stating, "It's just a single fish; there's no need for ostentation. I personally dislike broadcasting on pages and social media platforms."

In contrast, Xue Yuantong perceived a lightening in her own mindset, fostering a moment of self-reflection concerning her vanity.

Following this, she observed Chen Siyu taking a rapid series of shots, posting them simultaneously across family groups, sisterly circles, class forums, and gaming communities.

Xue Yuantong was utterly bewildered.

Chen Siyu placed her phone aside, subtly shared the images in exclusive resource groups, and then, with a sense of accomplishment, put her device away.