Liu Xiaotao, who had figured it out, slapped his head. Perhaps because he was emotional, he didn't notice the force he applied, resulting in a resounding smack. Instantly, Liu Xiaotao felt a burning sensation on his forehead.
Next to him, Zhang Yang was focused on casting his rod for fishing. Hearing the smack, he was startled and turned his head, only to have a soul-staring encounter with Liu Xiaotao clutching his forehead.
"What's going on, buddy? If the fish aren't biting, they're not biting. No need to slap yourself!" Zhang Yang commented casually, as if nothing was amiss.
Already feeling down, Liu Xiaotao felt even worse hearing Zhang Yang's words.
"Damn it...," Liu Xiaotao said, irritatingly scratching his head, almost spitting blood. If it weren't for fear of being reprimanded by the referee, he would have already cursed.
