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On the morning of Coconut Breeze Island, the first rays of sunlight greeted the third day of filming.

In the courtyard of the Conch House, three large buckets of fresh water brought back last night were neatly stacked.

At 8:00 AM sharp, as soon as the live stream signal was connected, the number of online viewers immediately surpassed 20 million. The entire internet was waiting for the Salted Fish Superstar who dominated the trending topics with his song "Mojito".

Lin Yan pushed open the door and yawned widely.

Standing by the door, Chen Yu held a glass of mouthwash at just the right temperature, his posture impeccably upright.

Since being double-baptized by "The Ordinary Road" and "Mojito", this top boy group's center has completely figured it out and seamlessly switched to becoming the chief number one lackey.

"Brother Lin, the water temperature is just right." Chen Yu handed over the cup with both hands.

Lin Yan took the water glass, rinsed her mouth, and spat it out.

Looking up, my gaze fell on the center of the courtyard.

There stood a young man who exuded an aura of "I'm expensive" from head to toe.

Her hair was dyed silver-gray, she wore a limited-edition sun-protective windbreaker, and her makeup was so exquisite that you couldn't even find a pore.

There were also three extremely eye-catching high-end sea fishing equipment boxes standing at his feet.

Director Wang was giving an introduction from the side, holding a megaphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Zhao Yifan, a rising star singer and dancer from Xingyao Entertainment. He will be joining us as a guest performer on our island adventure for the next two days!"

Starry Entertainment.

Upon hearing the name, Teacher He and Chef Huang exchanged a glance, immediately understanding the situation perfectly.

Lin Yan just broke off his contract with Xingyao, and now he's bringing in his own newly promoted traffic, clearly trying to cause trouble.

Zhao Yifan took a step forward, raised his chin slightly, and fixed his gaze on Lin Yan, bypassing everyone else.

"Hello, Teacher Lin. I heard you caught some crabs yesterday, that was quite interesting. But beachcombing is just kids playing house. Since we're going out to sea today, I brought a full set of top-of-the-line imported carbon fiber fishing rods. I hope they can improve the meals for the seniors a little."

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with paid trolls:

[Yifan is so handsome! This is the professionalism of a top idol!]

[Bringing your own money to the crew really makes you tough! A full set of gear worth tens of thousands of yuan could easily crush someone's crappy red barrel!]

[Lin Yan thinks he's a playboy just because he can sing a couple of songs? Let's see how Yifan teaches him a lesson today!]

Lin Yan didn't say much and casually handed the mouthwash cup to Chen Yu.

He turned and walked to the corner, picked up the black airline case he had brought to the island, and pulled out a matte black, unpainted spinning lure rod.

"Alright, let's go out to sea." Lin Yan casually slung the fishing rod over his shoulder. "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

Half an hour later.

Two fiberglass speedboats chartered by the production team sailed away from the dock and headed straight for the deep-water reef area ten nautical miles away.

The waves grew larger and larger, tossing the speedboat up and down with each wave.

Zhao Yifan stood at the bow of the boat, holding an expensive electric winch fishing reel, just about to throw out a few technical terms at the camera to establish his persona.

"Bang!"

A two-meter-high wave crashed heavily onto the bow of the boat. The boat suddenly sank.

Zhao Yifan's pretentious expression froze instantly, his face turning as green as if he had eaten a bitter melon.

His Adam's apple bobbed wildly as he grabbed the gunwale.

The young master is seasick, and very seasick indeed.

When Xingyao assigned him this deep-sea fishing persona, he never considered whether he was destined for deep-sea operations.

On the other side, Lin Yan was firmly planted on the swaying deck like a nail.

He completely ignored the retching sounds beside him and reached into the plastic bucket to grab a dark red piece of meat that emitted a pungent, fishy stench.

That was pig liver I swiped from the neighbor's house last night, drizzled with a special drug. The smell was so strong it went straight to the top of my head.

"Lin Yan, can your bait really catch fish?" Chef Huang covered his nose and took three steps back.

"There is no light on the seabed, so big fish rely entirely on their sense of smell and the lateral currents to find food."

Lin Yan's fingers flew, firmly hooking the stinking pig liver onto a large fishhook as thick as an adult's thumb.

"The fishier and smellier it is, the more lethal it is."

The speedboat stalled and anchored.

Zhao Yifan suppressed the churning in his stomach and, with trembling hands, cast the line with the exquisite lure into the sea.

Less than ten seconds later, he suddenly jerked the rod tip: "Got it!"

Everyone turned to look.

Zhao Yifan's fishing rod bent into a large bow, and the winch clattered loudly.

He excitedly turned the handle while provocatively raising the corners of his mouth towards the camera.

Lin Yan leaned against the railing, glanced at the lifeless rod tip, and burst out laughing: "Can't pull the line out, not even a slight movement. You've snagged it, young master."

"What do you know! This is the force with which a big fish bites and kills!" Zhao Yifan panicked and grabbed the fishing rod tightly, pulling it backward violently.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The imported carbon fiber sea fishing rod, worth tens of thousands of yuan, snapped in two and slid into the sea along the line.

Zhao Yifan was dumbfounded. His face turned as red as a pig's liver, and he wished he could jump into the sea on the spot.

Before he could even process the awkward feeling, his stomach churned again, and with a "whoosh," he leaned back against the ship's side to vomit once more.

The sentiment in the comments section reversed dramatically in an instant:

[Zhao Yifan: It's all a lie. No fish eats plastic.]

[Hahaha, help! This guy's acting like a pro, snagging the bottom and thinking it's a big fish, broke his expensive rod worth tens of thousands of yuan!]

[Lin Shen saw right through the clown with a single glance. And this guy dares to lecture our Lin Shen on how to do things?]

Is this an undercover agent sent by Xingyao Entertainment? Came here specifically to entertain everyone?

Lin Yan was too lazy to watch the farce over there anymore.

Hold the lure rod with one hand, press your thumb against the spool, and then forcefully pull with your wrist.

"Whoosh."

The line, adorned with a lead weight and rotten pig liver, traced a parabola and precisely struck the confluence of undercurrents thirty meters away.

It entered the water. The spool spun rapidly, and it descended sixty meters.

Lin Yan gripped the line stop, feeling the water flow, and began to rhythmically twitch his wrist.

One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes passed. Apart from the sound of the wind, there was no movement on the sea.

Zhao Yifan finally caught his breath, wiped the sour taste from the corner of his mouth, and made a sarcastic remark.

"Looks like someone's rotten pig liver is nothing special. Deep-sea fish don't eat spoiled food."

The words hadn't even landed.

Lin Yan slammed the tip of his black lure rod down hard!

Immediately afterwards, the entire rod was violently stretched into a full-moon bow!

"squeak!!!"

The unloading alarm on the spinning wheel emitted a piercing shriek, and the braided line with hundreds of pounds of tension was pulled out wildly, instantly cutting a glaring white mark on the sea surface!

"It's on."

Lin Yan's legs sank, firmly planted on the slippery deck, his hands gripping the pole handle tightly, the veins on his forearms bulging.

The force underwater was ridiculously strong, pulling the bow of the entire speedboat and tilting it ten degrees!

"Holy crap! What's that noise?!"

Chen Yu was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud. Teacher He and Chef Huang rushed over to help.

"Don't touch me!" Lin Yan shouted sternly, "Don't touch the thread! It'll cut your fingers off!"

Lin Yan adjusted his center of gravity constantly as the speedboat rocked.

Instead of pulling it out forcefully, he relied entirely on the strength of the pole's waist and its powerful drag system to engage in a frantic tug-of-war with the underwater monster.

Let out the line, lock it in, lift the rod, reel it in! Every movement exudes an undeniable, brutal ferocity.

This thrilling tug-of-war lasted a full forty minutes.

Lin Yan was soaked in sweat and seawater, his clothes clinging to his body, revealing his strong muscle lines.

Shen Qingqiu, standing behind, quietly watched the broad back of the man, a secret smile creeping onto her lips.

The monster at the bottom of the water finally ran out of strength.

Lin Yan seized the opening, locked the force, and began to crank the wheel.

A huge dark shadow rose from beneath the sea.

"Splash!"

A huge splash shattered the calm surface of the sea.

A giant deep-sea creature, the size of an adult calf and covered in black spots, was pulled out of the water, its huge tail fin splashing through the water!

"Giant Grouper! Giant Grouper!!"

The old fisherman on the boat was hoarse from shouting and his eyes were wide open.

"Thank God! This thing must weigh at least 200 pounds! It must have lived for at least 40 years!"

Director Wang gasped in shock as he watched the walkie-talkie fall to the deck with a thud.

Lin Yan supported himself on his knee with one hand, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his sharp jawline.

He looked up and glanced at Zhao Yifan, who was standing next to him, his legs trembling with fear.

"Do you see that?" He spoke calmly, as if stating a truth.

"This is what jungling is all about."