"Uncle Niu, what's this guy on the field called now? He looks so unlucky, already several fish behind Xiaomin! Weren't the number three players supposed to be the backbone of the team? How did they send a rookie up?" Wang Zhen turned his head to the stage and asked curiously.
Luckily, Guo Limin couldn't hear these comments while competing; if he could, he might have been so angry his organs would burst.
Niu Ben shook his head and said, "This is no rookie! He's the vice captain of Tiancheng Club, Guo Limin, Second Level Competitive Fishing Master! A well-known veteran angler in the community!"
"With this performance, a Second Level Competitive Fishing Master? His master status wasn't bought with money, right?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
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Guo Limin was feeling very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable!
