HDRDTH -Chapter 65 The Fish Is Big, the Car Is Small—Just Fits

The next morning.

Weibo’s servers experienced the most severe crash since their creation.

The top five trending topics were all stamped with glaring “HOT” labels.

Ranked first was #Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School Anniversary “Shanhe Tu” God-Tier Live Performance#, and closely behind it—showing signs of overtaking—was a second topic that made all music critics fall silent and all fishing enthusiasts stand up in respect:

#Yu Xian’s Weibo Statement: “Rich Clothes Are Not Worn at Night”#

Opening the account named “Yu Xian Ben Xian,” the first photo alone was enough to make netizens’ scalps tingle.

The background was a deserted nighttime street in Jiangcheng, dim yellow streetlights casting long shadows.

A million-yuan black business car was parked by the roadside, its red taillights glaringly bright, illuminating the rear bumper where a massive black carp king was tightly bound with hemp rope.

Yu Xian stood beside the car.

He wore a washed-out gray hoodie, his left hand wrapped in thick medical gauze faintly stained with red. His right hand, however, was arrogantly pointing at the giant fish thicker than a human thigh.

He wore his signature plastic flip-flops, chin slightly raised in front of the camera, eyes lazy yet filled with an unmistakable “I finally didn’t get skunked in my life” arrogance.

No editing. Just raw, overwhelming aura—the ultimate romance of a top-tier angler.

The caption was short:

“Fish is big, car is small—just fits.”

The comment section completely exploded.

“I’m done! This guy is hardcore! Caught a nearly extinct 30-year black carp king while injured, and the first thing he does is tie it to his car and parade it around?”

“I can testify! Last night when this car passed a street stall, the fish tail was still slapping the license plate! This isn’t a parade—it’s a declaration of war from anglers to humanity!”

“Look at his hand—that’s from fighting a giant fish! Showing off a fish with that kind of injury? That’s a real man!”

Jinshui Bay Villa

Around noon, Yu Xian was woken up by vibrations.

He had been sleeping soundly, dreaming he was pulling a 60-jin black carp king surfing in the backyard pond. Suddenly, his phone by the pillow started buzzing like it was having a seizure.

“Wang Dafu, this better be important…”

Still half-asleep, Yu Xian answered. The moment he swiped the call, Wang Dafu’s loud, pitch-shifted voice blasted through the speaker.

“Dad! Stop sleeping! You’ve poked a goddamn hornet’s nest!”

“Your Weibo account got exposed! The whole internet is spreading that ‘Yu Xian Ben Xian’ is actually the composer ‘Master Yu’ himself!”

Yu Xian instantly opened his eyes, half his drowsiness gone.

He opened Weibo—and saw 999+ notifications.

His account, once only followed by a few fishing buddies, was now skyrocketing in followers at an absurd speed.

One million… 1.2 million… 1.5 million…

“Are these netizens radar-equipped or something?” he muttered, then opened the comments.

It all started with a long investigative post by a user called “Jiangcheng’s First Lover.”

The post zoomed in on the photo of the fish tied to the car, enlarging Yu Xian’s bandaged left hand tenfold.

“Brothers, look at the bandage shape and blood seepage! Compare it to the close-up from last night’s ‘Shanhe Tu’ performance where Master Yu finished stitching the drum—it’s the SAME HAND!”

“And this car—even though the plate is blocked, that blurry side profile in the window gives off that ‘I just want to fish, don’t mess with me’ vibe. In all of China, only Master Yu has that energy!”

A single spark ignited a prairie fire.

The hashtag #Yu Xian Ben Xian shot to the top of the trending list.

“It’s confirmed! It really is him! The hardcore man who sang ‘Shanhe Tu’ is actually a fisherman in private!”

“I’m in! Showing off fish is way more real than showing trophies!”

“Master Yu, please check your DMs! I’ll pay 5 million for a song—and is that black carp for sale?”

Yu Xian stared at the flood of comments, feeling a headache coming on.

Why did he post that Weibo in the first place?

To show off to other anglers that he finally escaped the curse of “going skunked.”

That was it—pure pride.

And now?

He caught the fish… but lost his peaceful life.

“This is cursed…”

He buried his face in the pillow in despair.

He could already imagine that starting today, the entrance of Jinshui Bay Villa would be surrounded not only by chefs and anglers, but also countless fans and paparazzi with cameras.

Just then, the door opened gently.

Su Xi rushed in wearing pajamas, holding a laptop, eyes sparkling.

“Uncle Yu! Look! I gained 500,000 followers too! Everyone is calling me the ‘Little Princess of Giant Carp’!”

Yu Xian raised his head, looking at the excited girl, then at his own bandaged “pig trotter” hand.

He wanted to say, “We need to stay low-key.”

But seeing her genuine excitement, all he could do was sigh.

“Fine… let it grow, then.”

He got out of bed, shuffling downstairs in flip-flops, sounding completely defeated.

His left hand, wrapped like a white swollen bear paw, throbbed faintly as the anesthesia wore off.

“Dafu, did you clean that fish? Let’s have a big iron pot stew at noon—I need to replenish blood.”

Just as he finished speaking, a loud crash came from the courtyard.

He rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window and saw Wang Dafu directing several bodyguards, sweating as they lifted the massive black carp into their heated swimming pool.

“Dad! This fish is tough—it’s still alive!”

Wang Dafu wiped his sweat excitedly.

“I thought it’d be a shame to stew your trophy right away. The pool was just refilled and hasn’t had disinfectant yet, so I figured we’d keep it here first!”

Yu Xian looked at the giant black silhouette slowly swimming in the blue pool, its tail sending waves half a meter high.

Instead of getting angry, he looked almost affectionate.

“Good job!”

He crouched by the pool and casually sprinkled some corn kernels.

“This fish has spirit. It fought with me for twenty minutes—it’s a hero. From now on, its name is ‘No Skunk.’ Our house doesn’t swim people anymore—we swim fish!”

Just then, Wang Dafu answered a phone call. His expression changed, and he shouted urgently:

“Dad! Lin Yaodong has been released on bail! His disciple Zhang Jieke is stirring things up, saying your injury proves violent tendencies and that your drum repair shows antisocial behavior!”

Yu Xian’s lazy expression darkened instantly.

Before he could respond, the guest room door opened.

Wu Fei, who had come back with them last night, had already washed off the mud and changed into loungewear from Su Wanyi.

Even in soft clothing, her aura remained cold and powerful like a diva.

“You don’t need to act. I’ll handle this kind of clown.”

She immediately called her agent in front of Yu Xian.

“Chen Jie, issue a statement. First, confirm my new song is produced by Yu Xian. Second, tell Xinghuang Entertainment—the master tape of Lin Yaodong’s dirty secrets is in my hands. If they don’t apologize within three minutes, I’ll make their entire company disappear from the industry.”

She hung up.

Less than three minutes later, Xinghuang Entertainment’s official apology was trending, along with screenshots of Zhang Jieke crying and begging in internal chats.

The internet exploded.

#Wu Fei Announces New Song Producer Yu Xian# instantly hit #1, shaking the entire internet.

Comments flipped immediately:

“Why would a man who caught such a fish have time to be violent? He’s just showing off! Even the diva confirmed it—she said inspiration only comes by the water!”

At that moment, the gatebell at Jinshui Bay was being spammed.

Qin Yue rushed into the courtyard in high heels.

“Master Yu! Reporters are everywhere! And a few chefs carrying giant iron pots are here—they say they’ve realized a connection between pressure cooking and music and want to learn about soul resonance!”

“This is insane…”

Yu Xian looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, feeling his peaceful lazy life drifting further away.

Just then, his phone vibrated again.

He answered.

On the other end, Shen Zhian’s excited voice cracked across the entire courtyard:

“Mr. Yu! The provincial department approved it! The entire reservoir behind the mountain is officially yours—but there’s one condition…!”