Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 600 - 346: A Friendly Reminder

The use of the wet scattered small ball wasn't in vain. Less than ten minutes into fishing, Zhang Yang's spot was already teeming with bubbles indicating fish.

Veteran competitive anglers are familiar with this boiling bobber state. The spot is already activated, with dense fish gathered, just waiting for the density to reach a critical point, at which time they would start feeding frantically, connecting bites continuously.

Zhang Yang focused and cast a dozen more times, the bobber showing more and more activity, with bites coming faster. From slow jumps to quick jumps, then from quick jumps to consecutive catches, and in less than five minutes, the fish conditions had completely settled.

The following period was Zhang Yang's forte.

High-speed fishing!

Zhang Yang skillfully wielded the wet scattered small ball rod. Each time the bobber reached the preset fishing target, it signaled bites immediately with popping sounds, and these small fish were being caught nicely.

Throughout the competition, from start to finish, the bites at Zhang Yang's spot never ceased, continuing all the way to the end!

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All anglers, please note, there is one minute left until the end of the competition! Please manage your time sensibly and put down your fishing rods immediately upon hearing the whistle!

All anglers, please note, there are five seconds left until the end of the competition, countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, competition over!

As the whistle blew, Zhang Yang's last fish was successfully netted right under the sound.

"Phew…"

Zhang Yang let out a long breath, placing the fishing rod back onto the competitive stand.

The whole fishing session was steady and flawless. Zhang Yang made almost no mistakes, and there were no surprises.

What's considered a surprise?

Frankly speaking, surprises in mixed fishing ponds usually come in two forms: encountering a giant fish or having progressively increasing bites.

The just-ended competition had stable bites throughout, but the fish conditions remained at a bottom-feeding state.

Zhang Yang attempted to change the frequency to further speed up the fishing pace, but after trying several times, the fish showed little intention of rushing to snatch the bait.

The reason for this state is quite simple; although there was a certain density of fish at the spot, the feeding concentration effect remained relatively stable.

The efficiency of attracting a fish and catching a fish was almost the same, maintaining the fish density at a relatively balanced state.

Such fish conditions are related to the fish's feeding desire and the fishing spot conditions. Zhang Yang maintaining a continuous catch with a flying copy throughout was already commendable.

It can be expected that unless a special spot like a big edge or an aerator is drawn in the next session, the fish conditions will only worsen, not improve.

After the weighing began, Zhang Yang waited a few minutes before the staff quickly arrived.

The old routine: lift the fish keeper, pour the catch into a basket, then cover with a blanket for weighing.

In the end, Zhang Yang achieved a single-session result of 37.8 kilograms, seventy-plus pounds of fish, clearly leading among the anglers in the same group.

After signing his name on the catch score sheet, Zhang Yang efficiently packed up his fishing gear, slung the tackle box over his shoulder, and casually left the competition venue.

By the time Zhang Yang emerged from the exit, Wang Yan and Han Qiang were already out ahead of him.

"Boss, how did you do? I didn't do well in the last session, probably didn't even make the top ten!"

As soon as he came out, Zhang Yang had not even begun to ask, and Wang Yan was already complaining with a gloomy face.

"What happened? Didn't we analyze the fish conditions before the match?"

Zhang Yang was a bit surprised. Logically speaking, Wang Yan's fishing performance had always been relatively stable, and with clear fish conditions, he shouldn't be outside the top ten.

Wang Yan scratched his head: "I thought since the aerator ran all night, the small crucian carp would be quite active, so on a whim, I tried fishing higher.

But the fish conditions were much worse than I expected, wasted too much time, and the fish didn't come up. By the time I adjusted back to fish deeper, it was too late!"

"Uh…you're something else!"

Now Zhang Yang didn't know what to say.

Wang Yan not only had a daring attitude in general situations but also in fishing.

It's already the second day of the competition, and he dared to fish higher. Who knows what goes through his mind.

Just as they were discussing fish conditions and chatting, Han Mocheng also came out.

This guy was wearing anti-glare sunglasses, looking cool, and stuck himself among Zhang Yang's group without saying a word.

"How did you do, Xiao Han?" Zhang Yang habitually asked.

"Not bad, within the top three! Just like you suggested, I used a lot of medicinal wine, and it worked well!" Han Mocheng stated frankly.

"Brother Yan chose to fish for the target fish and fished higher in the last session, what do you think?" Zhang Yang mischievously asked a sensitive question.

After hearing Zhang Yang's words, Han Mocheng shrugged and spread his hands: "I'll just watch with a small stool!"

Hearing Han Mocheng easily dodge the question, Zhang Yang grinned and didn't pursue the topic.

He wasn't asking to simply probe Han Mocheng's understanding of fishing but also to lay the groundwork for his integration into the team.

Why do I say this? When a newcomer joins a team, their initial status is generally relatively low, and managing the relationship with veteran team members can be sensitive.

Commenting on Wang Yan's decision-making mistake abruptly would not be wise given Han Mocheng's current situation.

Zhang Yang's question was actually a test of Han Mocheng's emotional intelligence, observing how he would answer. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Han Mocheng immediately saw through the implication behind Zhang Yang's words, neither taking the bait nor falling into the trap, showcasing his consistently excellent emotional and intellectual intelligence.

This answer was humorous and didn't actually pass judgment, making it a perfect response.

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Meanwhile, on the other side, Qiu Wu, also exiting the competition, spotted Han Mocheng mingling and laughing with Zhang Yang's group from a distance.

Qiu Wu observed for a moment before heading towards his team's gathering spot.

"Boss, something's up. If nothing unexpected happens, I suspect Han Mocheng has joined Zhang Yang's team!" Qiu Wu whispered to his company leader, Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao, who was summing up and discussing fish conditions with his team, showed no change in expression upon hearing Qiu Wu's report, only habitually raising his eyebrow before returning to normal.

This wasn't good news for Qin Xiao. Although Han Mocheng had filed a report to leave the team, contractually, he was still a signed angler with the Northwest Wolf Fishing Tackle company. Any team with a bit of sense would maintain a certain distance from Han Mocheng after Qiu Wu's reminder.

But Zhang Yang's team didn't seem to care at all, taking no heed of the reminder.

"Xiao Kai, Jinhui, neither of you has much chance of making the finals by now, right?" Qin Xiao asked bluntly to his teammates.

"Yeah, with two big margins, we're over thirty points out now!"

"Similarly for me, I'm out!"

"Alright, you two, take the lead and contact the few teams we're familiar with! If anyone draws Zhang Yang's team in the next round, give them a heads-up!!!"

"Got it!"

Faced with the request from their leader, the two teammates readily nodded and took out their phones to contact through WeChat.