Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 605 - 351: Sitting in a Private Booth, Facing a Blank?

After six rounds, Zhang Yang alone secured six first-place finishes, totaling six points and ranking first! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

In official fishing competitions, getting a first place indicates skill combined with a bit of luck.

But six first places in all rounds? What kind of concept is that?

It can no longer be described as mere skill—it's simply outrageous.

Even though Zhang Yang himself was the person involved, when he saw the string of "1s" in the document, he couldn't help but curse.

In his mind, considering the competitions this morning and yesterday, in a few rounds, he performed decently but wasn't confident about taking first place, yet unexpectedly, he did.

"What's going on?"

"Yeah, boss, what's happening?"

Hearing Zhang Yang curse, his teammates asked with concern.

Zhang Yang pushed his nose with the back of his hand and said, "Six firsts, my luck is incredible!"

"Wow! Six rounds and six points! Boss, are you going to make history?" Xiaobao marveled.

"Whether it's historic or not doesn't matter, but the results are certainly impressive! There are two more rounds left; if you maintain your performance and get two more firsts, the preliminary rounds will definitely be unprecedented and unmatched!" Han Mocheng couldn't help but say.

"I'll do my best! Everyone, just like me, let's try our best!" Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly.

After being stimulated by the rankings in the video, Zhang Yang felt that his mind had been successfully activated, becoming even sharper.

He continued to look at the rankings in the document.

After Zhang Yang, the angler in second place was Zhan Wenju, with eleven points.

Third place, Ye Shibin, fourteen points.

Fourth place, Zou Wen, fifteen and a half points.

...

For these anglers in the top ranks, Zhang Yang recognized most of the names, after all, the circle is only so big.

He continued down the rankings and saw Meng Fan's name at ninth place.

Liu Zi was temporarily in sixteenth place. Wang Yan and Han Qiang were mostly beyond the twenties and thirties.

This meant that in the last two rounds, for Zhang Yang's team to successfully qualify in the top ten, they would need a bit of luck.

So, what does relying on a bit of luck mean?

Not only does one need to perform well and secure a first place, but those ahead also need to perform poorly, scoring higher points. This way, with one adding and the other subtracting, there's a theoretical chance for the overall rankings to change significantly.

"Alright, everyone has seen the general ranking situation! Some people, probably have no chance to qualify, but Liu Zi and Meng Fan still have a good chance! Next, let's analyze the fish situation for each of us in the last two rounds this afternoon!"

...

Zhang Yang, relying on his precise judgment of the fish situation, analyzed the possible fish scenarios for the last two rounds for his teammates and reminded everyone about the relevant response directions.

The people in Zhang Yang's team were participating in the next two rounds at that pond, but by this stage of the competition, the fish situation was already extremely difficult.

Think about it, after being repeatedly fished six times, the injured fish were obviously less likely to bite.

It became nearly impossible to fish enthusiastically with consecutive bites; steady performance and utilizing one's basic skills to catch every biting fish and aiming for success rates became the norm.

After some analysis and reminders, it was getting late. The loudspeaker in the field started the drawing process for the last two rounds in the afternoon.

Zhang Yang routinely took out his phone, logged into the WeChat mini-program, and clicked on the drawing button.

Pond No.1, Zone C, spot 13.

After the first six rounds, the remaining competition would be slow-fish target fish in Pond No.1, which was already fixed. However, Zhang Yang was slightly surprised to draw position C13.

Position 12 is right next to the oxygenator, and 13 is a fishing spot right next to the oxygenator. Relatively speaking, this position is slightly better than a regular spot.

"Let's go in! There are the last two rounds left! Everyone stays steady and gives your best!"

Zhang Yang finally called out, picked up his fishing box, and headed to Pond No.1.

Compared to the previous rounds' excitement, in the last two rounds of the second afternoon, visibly, there were slightly fewer participants in the competition area.

Many people had no pursuit of points, so after confirming that entering the top ranks after six rounds was hopeless, some simply withdrew from the last two rounds.

As soon as he entered the competition area, Zhang Yang began looking for his spot while silently praying in his heart: "Private booth! Private booth! Private booth!"

With the fish situation so difficult, if he happened to be next to a competitor who withdrew, the competition pressure would significantly decrease, providing more fish to catch.

Perhaps his prayers worked to some extent. After finding his seat, Zhang Yang started preparing while observing his neighbors.

Other spots were gradually filled with people, but surprisingly no one was next to Zhang Yang.

Until five minutes before the competition, a chubby middle-aged angler hurried over with a quick trot and sat on Zhang Yang's left side, panting heavily.

Zone C is on the north bank, and the left-side position is 14.

The spot directly facing the oxygenator, number 12, remained vacant even as the competition started!

In a dramatically unexpected turn, Zhang Yang's few whispered prayers actually came true.

Getting a 'private booth' as he hoped, Zhang Yang was in a good mood and slightly raised his expectations for the fish situation.

In this relatively comfortable state, the first competition of the afternoon began.

Slow fish target fish, the start of the seventh round on the second day, officially began!

It was a slow fish target fish, so at the start, Zhang Yang didn't intend to set a bait for fish aggregation.

Fish aggregation wasn't realistic; finding fish and catching them was the correct approach.

He casually pulled two bait balls slightly smaller than soybeans and tossed them towards the full-pole position right in front of him.

The fishing setup and bobber entered the water normally, smoothly turning over and beginning to descend slowly.

Zhang Yang fixed his eyes on the bobber's movements, not wanting to miss the slightest detail.

After casting five times, the fish situation matched Zhang Yang's pre-fishing prediction.

The fish situation was quite low, and the bobber showed no reaction!

After six rounds, with poor fish situation and the high temperature at this time of the afternoon, expecting a decent bite was challenging.

Zhang Yang was mentally prepared and adjusted his fishing method according to plan.

He pushed the sinker seat below the bobber seat and then directly used the heavy-lead method to search across the entire water area for fish layers possibly consuming bait.

Based on previous trial fishing, the original fish situation in Pond No.1 preferred rising to relatively high positions; therefore, using the heavy-lead method was quite a reliable solution.

The fishing layer search space for this method extended from very high under the water surface to the bottom.

Logically, as long as there was continuous effort and fish around, there ought to be some biting action.

But surprisingly, after grumping down and trying for at least five minutes, various attempts such as distant, nearby, large bait, small bait, and regular variations were made, yet no bite appeared!

Initially highly anticipating sitting in the private booth, Zhang Yang was now feeling a bit depressed.

Damn, is it possible that after securing first place in the previous six rounds, I'll get nothing in the seventh?