It's almost impossible to sleep at sea; most of the time, you just wake up naturally.

Of course, Chu Mingcheng was an exception.

At a little after five in the morning, he was forcibly dragged out of bed by Jiang Luoluo. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he was dragged directly to the flybridge to watch the sunrise.

The awakened Chu Mingcheng didn't complain about his girlfriend waking him up—only about why she had a key to his room while he didn't have one to hers!

Agong was being unfair, treating them differently!

Chu Mingcheng's resentful dissatisfaction instantly vanished when Jiang Luoluo snuggled into his arms.

He wrapped his arm around her slender waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and took a deep breath. So fragrant!

As time slowly passed, the sun gradually rose from the sea level, its golden light shining on the sea surface, creating a beautiful scene.

"Luoluo, aren't you going to film this with your camera?"

Jiang Luoluo, nestled in his arms, shook her head slightly. "There will be plenty of opportunities to see sunrises and sunsets in the future. Filmed versions are never as beautiful as the real thing. There's no need!"

Did she want to see the sunrise?

She just wanted her boyfriend to watch it with her. The sunrise wasn't the main point.

Although the morning at sea was a bit colder than on land, Dongsha was in the south, and the overall temperature wasn't low. The two of them, huddled together on the flybridge, didn't feel cold.

It wasn't until the sun had completely appeared on the sea surface that they went hand in hand to the dining hall for breakfast.

Having a chef was a blessing. You just had to show up at mealtime, and the food was delicious.

At Wei Jianguo's age, he couldn't sleep in.

As Chu Mingcheng and the others were eating, he soon arrived at the dining hall.

"Agong, are we going for the big fish today?"

"Yes, our main targets are tuna and marlin. If we can't find them, we'll consider fishing for something else."

It's very difficult to find tuna and marlin in the vast sea, but Wei Jianguo, who was familiar with the fish situation here, knew the migration routes of these two types of fish and which waters had a higher chance of encountering them.

After breakfast, Wei Jianguo went to the cockpit to start the fishing boat and set off.

Chu Mingcheng also stayed in the cockpit, mainly to learn about some fishing spots.

But if he was there, Jiang Luoluo would be there too. Then the two of them would sit on the sofa behind, whispering to each other, occasionally being intimate.

Wei Jianguo didn't want to bother with them, but the two of them were right behind him on the sofa. He would occasionally see them when he turned around.

To have to endure this kind of torture at his age—what had he done wrong?

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. He told Chu Mingcheng all the coordinates of the fishing spots and then kicked them out.

The two who were kicked out were a little confused, not knowing what had gotten into Wei Jianguo.

But Chu Mingcheng, looking at the fishing spots he had recorded, was quite satisfied.

The fishing boat kept going until lunchtime without stopping. From the route, it was clear they were moving away from Dongsha and continuing into the deep sea.

It wasn't until one-thirty in the afternoon that the boat finally stopped.

Chu Mingcheng had thought they would be fishing near Dongsha, or diving for fish. He hadn't expected to go so far.

The location was roughly between Taiwan and the Philippines, but not yet in international waters, still within the country's territorial sea.

Wei Jianguo walked out of the cockpit and said to the two on the deck, "A few big fish are moving at the bottom. Judging by their swimming patterns, they should be tuna."

"But they're in deep water, so you can't spearfish. You can only use a rod."

Chu Mingcheng understood. He went to get his fishing rod and prepare. The reel he was using was a new drum reel.

Large tuna referred to those weighing at least a hundred jin. The target fish would basically be over one hundred and fifty jin.

A tuna that big, plus its extremely fast swimming speed, would be difficult to handle without at least five hundred meters of line.

On the night he had bought clothes, Chu Mingcheng had specially bought two large drum reels, mainly because of their large line capacity and highest drag value.

His two drum reels had a thousand meters of Dyneema braided line. As long as it wasn't a giant over five hundred jin, he could easily reel it in.

Drum reels were very suitable for strong men to conquer the sea. With his current physical fitness, how many anglers could compare?

If he used an electric reel for assistance like an ordinary person, he would lose face.

The frozen bait for chumming was brought over and cut into pieces by a crew member, so they didn't have to bother themselves.

Chu Mingcheng assembled his fishing rod on the gunwale, then baited the hook with a frozen mackerel and let the sinker carry the baited hook down.

The drum reel creaked as it spun rapidly, the fishing line constantly being released.

Jiang Luoluo was already wearing a life jacket and was also fiddling with her fishing rod, clearly wanting to fish for tuna as well.

Originally, Chu Mingcheng had wanted to give her the electric reel. A fish within two hundred jin would be no problem.

If she was lucky enough to encounter a bigger one, she would only need to assist a little and would have a high chance of pulling it up.

But Jiang Luoluo refused the electric reel, also wanting to try her hand at catching such a big fish.

Then, Chu Mingcheng looked at Wei Jianguo's operation.

Seeing that he was just throwing the cut frozen mackerel bait into the water, he asked, "Agong, is it okay to just throw the chum like this?"

"Yes, just throw these frozen baits into the water at a steady pace. The current will carry them and spread them out. As you throw more, the bait will gradually form a large fishing spot of dozens of square meters."

"The nearby fish will be attracted, and the tuna will naturally come over when they sense things sinking one by one."

So, as long as you throw enough money, more money will come on its own?

Chu Mingcheng had thought there would be some technical operation, but it was so direct.

After understanding, he picked up the frozen mackerel brought by the crew member next to him and threw the mackerel pieces into the water one by one, also helping Jiang Luoluo throw some.

In just a short while, the two of them had thrown about five hundred yuan worth of chum.

Jiang Luoluo washed her hands and sighed, "Ah Cheng, fishing for tuna is too expensive! I feel like your spearfishing is better. You don't even need to prepare bait and chum, and you can save a lot of money every time you go out to sea."

"That's true, but the restrictions on spearfishing are much greater than on fishing."

This was why they say that sea fishing is a rich man's game. The conditions in the country aren't like those abroad—it's not suitable for ordinary fishermen to make a living from recreational sea fishing.

The bait had all been thrown into the water, so there was no need to continue chumming for now.

After waiting for about ten minutes, this time it was still Chu Mingcheng's fishing rod that showed the first sign of fish.

This movement meant the fish was tentatively touching the bait and had not taken the hook.

Chu Mingcheng held the fishing rod with both hands, ready at any moment.

The next moment, the fishing rod suddenly bent violently. He immediately lifted the rod and then began to quickly turn the drum reel.

He had seized the opportunity and caught the fish off guard.

But after the fish reacted, Chu Mingcheng could no longer turn the handle.

Not only was the fishing line not reeled in, but it was also being pulled out at a very fast speed.

Tsk tsk tsk...

The sound of the fishing line rubbing against the drum reel was continuous. The thick boat rod was pulled into a surprising downward curve. This fish was quite large, probably exceeding last night's opah.

The fish was running straight out. Jiang Luoluo was two fishing spots away from him, so he wasn't afraid of the lines tangling.

Chu Mingcheng didn't take the fishing rod out of the rod holder for now. It was obviously unwise to fight with the fish at this time.

But his left hand was still holding the fishing rod, and his right hand was working hard to reel in the line.

The handle was like starting an old hand-crank engine—it required constant, forceful turning to maintain control. It was manageable for a short while, but if this went on much longer, the person cranking would be exhausted.

Chu Mingcheng did this to prevent the fish from running too far. Otherwise, a thousand meters of fishing line really wasn't enough for a tuna's run. If he let the fish go, it would snap the line in a few minutes.

Jiang Luoluo had already come to watch him, holding her breath, afraid of disturbing his concentration.

Chu Mingcheng himself didn't know how long had passed, but his hand was already sore.

Fortunately, he soon felt the fish's strength begin to weaken. The first burst was finally over.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he took advantage of the fact that the fish hadn't had time to exert its strength again, immediately took the fishing rod out of the rod holder, and braced it against his fighting belt.

The real confrontation was about to begin. Chu Mingcheng, as a man of the top lane, loved this kind of one-on-one hard fight.

Isn't this the fun of deep-sea fishing?