The ergence of this bullet comnt not only baffled Fang Hao but also left a major group of viewers in the live room stunned.
Where did this rumor co from?
"Didn't soone say earlier that a fisherman had died..." That person timidly posted another comnt in the live room.
"..."
"..."
Everyone watching was left speechless.
"That was soone else..."
This guy's thought process, it seed, was a bit different from others.
People talked about so fisherman dying, not the strear.
Although Fang Hao was also a fisherman, it was a different story.
Not the sa person.
But speaking of this.
The viewers were still a bit worried about Fang Hao's health.
"Strear, can your body take it if you don't rest?"
"Yeah, strear, you've already been fishing for such a long ti during the day, and then you co fishing at night without resting... Can your body handle it?"
"Why don't you just fish casually for two hours tonight, strear, and then go to sleep? Don't pull an all-nighter."
The crowd was genuinely concerned for him, genuinely afraid that Fang Hao's body might suffer from overexertion.
"Don't worry everyone, I'm in great shape, otherwise, I wouldn't have co out to fish."
"It's strange to say, but."
"This afternoon, when I had so ti, I studied the Innate Skill and practiced the Breathing and Exhaling Technique according to the steps described in the secret manual. Surprisingly, after practicing for a while, I felt more and more spirited; even better than after six or seven hours of sleep."
"Right now, I feel like I'm brimming with energy, like I could punch a cow to death."
Fang Hao saw the concerned bullet comnts from the viewers and shared his own situation with them.
He also ntioned his attempt to practice the Innate Skill that afternoon.
That was sothing he could feel himself.
"Ha? Punch a cow to death? Strear, you're blowing your own trumpet... why not say you can fly to the heavens and dig through the earth now?"
"Strear, you're not fooling us, are you? Did you really practice the Innate Skill?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you really are bold, strear, daring to try it out."
"Strear, you keep practicing, keep it up... I want to see if there will be any changes after a few months of practice."
"If you really do master it, strear, you'll have to teach us brothers in the live room."
"Right, in tis of prosperity, don't forget each other."
The viewers didn't pay much attention to Fang Hao's practice of the Innate Skill.
Most took it as a joke.
Like doing radio exercises.
As for whether he could really master anything, that was almost an impossibility.
No one believed you could train to beco a master.
Fang Hao was unable to prove it now.
He had only been introduced to it for a little over an hour that afternoon, scarcely enough ti to beco a master.
He just felt that his ntal state and physical energy were better than before.
Other than that, there seed to be no changes.
How could he demonstrate that?
He could only continue to practice and see if there would be any changes later.
Fang Hao wasn't in a hurry, he had all the ti in the world.
He would just practice when he had the chance.
Martial arts couldn't be achieved overnight; it needed ti and gradual accumulation.
Whether he could master it was another matter.
He was currently just treating it as a health activity, taking it as exercise.
"Who knows if it can be mastered, just treat it as cultivating health."
Fang Hao was quite open-minded about it.
He was just practicing casually, not necessarily aiming to achieve any special feat.
"By the way, do you guys know if the National football team has any matches coming up?"
Fang Hao rembered the previous radio sports news and asked in the live room.
He was still quite skeptical that the National football team could beat Italy and unsure whether there was a match.
He wasn't very familiar with football, just aware that the National football team's level was quite poor, the kind that's at the bottom of the rankings.
"Eh? Strear, have you taken a liking to football now?"
"Strear, if you want to watch football, don't watch the National football team, watch the top five leagues. That's where the action is."
The viewers thought Fang Hao had beco a fan of football and recomnded he watch the matches of the top five leagues, which were more exciting and enjoyable to watch.
"Exactly, anyway, the National football team is a hopeless case, 'mud that won't stick to the wall'."
"But... it seems like the National football team changed coaches a while ago, the forr head coach Li Tong got arrested, and they got a new coach; there might be so changes."
"The National football team... has a match the day after tomorrow against Italy."
There were quite a few inford people in the live room; they quickly clarified the details about the National football team's upcoming match.
Indeed, there was a match against Italy the day after tomorrow.
"No point in watching that match; the National football team playing against Italy is pure masochism."
"Blindly predicting a 7:0, Italy triumphs."
"If Italy had a sense of propriety, it might end with a score like 5:1."
Not a single person was optimistic about the National football team; everyone believed Italy would crush them.
The two teams were simply incomparable.
It's like our table tennis; would we lose to a small African country? That's basically impossible.
Is it really that bad?
Seeing everyone thinking that Italy would trounce the National football team, Fang Hao started to doubt the authenticity of the radio news.
He hesitated for a mont but still shared the news he had heard on the radio.
Of course, he didn't ntion it was from the radio.
"Is there a possibility that the National football team might beat Italy..."
"Ha ha ha, strear, you're too funny."
"How could that possibly happen?"
Everyone burst into laughter at Fang Hao's words.
"This isn't a sci-fi or fantasy movie."
"Such a cold joke."
"Even if Italy filled the Pacific Ocean with water, they still wouldn't lose to the National football team."
"Unless it's a rigged match."
"Strear, are you talking about won's football?"
"Strear, let's not make wild guesses if we don't know football."
"Rather than guessing if the National football team can beat Italy, let's bet on whether the strear can catch a fish tonight."
No one took Fang Hao's words seriously.
Seeing everyone's opinions, Fang Hao began to doubt the information from the radio broadcast.
He'd just have to wait for the match the day after tomorrow to see the actual result.
Never mind; better not think about it.
Just focus on fishing.
This is where he shines.
Tonight, he would show everyone what a real fishing expert looks like.
"Previously, it was just a warm-up; I haven't shown my full capability yet."
Fang Hao beca confident.
Ard with a new fishing rod and fully prepared, could he possibly fail to catch a fish?
That's unthinkable.
"Oh? Strear, you're quite confident tonight."
"Let's see what the strear catches tonight; anyway, I don't believe it will be a fish!"
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