Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 608 - 353: Liu Zi’s Time to Shine

On the other side, after Zhang Yang signed his name, he walked out of the competition venue early with his fishing tackle box on his back.

Han Mocheng and Meng Fan had already come out in advance, speaking softly while puffing on cigarettes.

"Boss!"

"Captain!"

The two of them simultaneously greeted Zhang Yang.

"How did this round go? Any chance?" Zhang Yang glanced at the two and casually asked.

Meng Fan scratched his head, looking embarrassed, "Not too well, I think it's going to be tough! In the last round, we'd be lucky to even get ten points!"

Han Mocheng also frowned, "I'm in the same boat! Damn it, the fishing conditions were so terribly difficult. I tried every trick but still didn't catch many fish! It's frustrating!"

While the two were complaining about the difficulty of fishing, Liu Zi walked over from a short distance with a tackle box on his back.

Before he even reached them, Zhang Yang and the others turned to look at him.

It wasn't because of anything else, but because Liu Zi was whistling as he walked over.

This was quite irritating, as everyone else was downcast over their poor fishing results, while Liu Zi was light-hearted and whistling.

Needless to say, he probably did well in the seventh round just now.

"Liu Zi!" Meng Fan called out.

"Hey, Brother Fan, Brother Yang, Brother Han!" Liu Zi grinned and called out to everyone one by one.

"How was it in the last round? Caught anything good?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Yeah, pretty good! The fish weren't biting much, weren't responsive, so I took a risk and used mashed bait dipped in medicinal wine, and unexpectedly, it worked very well. The stimulation of the medicinal wine got the fish to bite! While the mixed fish conditions were generally bad, I managed to get quite a few bites!"

Liu Zi talked about his adaptive strategy and the good haul with bright excitement—a state similar to a student solving a difficult math problem with internal and external pride.

"Whoa, who knew medicinal wine could be used like that?" Meng Fan couldn't help but blurt out.

"It works! The fish I caught all had wounds on their mouths, but they were still biting fine! By the way, I used a 0.15 sub-line! I have to admit, normally when Brother Yang made me practice with small baits and fine lines, I didn't think much of it, but they really helped when it counted. I actually broke two sub-lines in the last round! I think I scored either one or two points!" Liu Zi continued enthusiastically.

"Alright, not bad! Do well in the last round! Try to secure a spot in the rankings!" Yue Feng listening to Liu Zi's excitement, nodded continually, encouraging him to keep up the effort.

Liu Zi went on, "If I can get one point in the seventh round, I should be able to make it into the top ten! If the fish conditions don't change drastically in the last round, I think I should be good! The mashed bait with medicinal wine really works well for mixed fishing!"

As they chatted, Wang Yan, Zhou Chu, and the others also came out one after another. Everyone was pretty much the same; the fishing conditions were poor, and their catches were nothing exceptional, leaving each of them with a lack of confidence, unsure of how many points they might lose after finishing a round of fishing.

Seeing everyone in low spirits, Zhang Yang took out a pack of cigarettes and offered them around, saying, "By this point in the competition, it's unrealistic to expect the fishing conditions to be great. If we didn't fish well, others probably didn't either, so don't worry about it!

I remember a record from a reservoir fishing competition where one crucian carp and one small wheat ear won the championship!

If the anglers in the same group didn't do well either, we still have a chance to score! Even if we really don't stand a chance, it doesn't matter.

This rare competition experience is worth analyzing in-depth. Enjoy the process, and after it's over, we can summarize the issues we encountered and make targeted adjustments—there's always something to gain!"

To be fair, Zhang Yang became the pillar of support for everyone. Before he comforted them, their spirits were low, but after his encouragement, everyone's mood improved noticeably.

Zhang Yang's logic made sense; the competition results are ranked by everyone's catch, not by how much they catch. You don't need to catch a lot of fish, just more than others in the same group.

During the waiting period between competitions, Zhang Yang shared Liu Zi's new discovery with medicinal wine with everyone once again, and without realizing it, the sound for the draw of the last round's positions started again.

In the previous round, there was a small booth next to the aerator in Area C, which Zhang Yang was extremely pleased with.

He wondered how his luck would fare in the last round.

Buddha, Jade Emperor, Buddha from the Western Heaven, bless us—I've prayed thirty-six times already, all that's left is this one more leap—give me a good spot!

While mumbling to himself, Zhang Yang pressed the draw button heavily.

After quickly flashing through the numbers, the data came out soon.

Area D, number 21!

Seeing the draw results for the final round, Zhang Yang quickly glanced up to check the competition site's location.

Area D was situated in the southwestern part of the southern bank, neither a great corner nor near the aerator in the middle, just an average fishing spot.

"Whew!" Zhang Yang let out a long breath, his chest relaxing slowly.

At Zhang Yang's level, luck wasn't as crucial as skill.

Getting a good spot in the draw would be ideal, but even if he didn't, getting an average position would suffice for him.

During the draw, his biggest fear was drawing a lousy spot, like those near the athlete's entrance, which could be hopeless regardless of skill.

With this result, Zhang Yang felt reasonably confident that as long as the regular fish conditions weren't too poor, he could use the techniques and adaptive skills from the last round to catch a few fish.

"Haha, a great corner! I got a great corner!" At this time, Liu Zi's excited voice came through again.

This guy was holding his phone in both hands, grinning from ear to ear with a face full of joy.

"A great corner position?"

"Yeah, number 50! The eastern great corner!! It's great for fishing there; I'm pretty much guaranteed to qualify!" Liu Zi continued.

"Great, not bad at all! It's within our expectations to have two guys qualify! Perform well, stay steady, don't get cocky!"

"Hehe, will do! With the good spot and my invincible bait method, there shouldn't be any problems!" The last competition hadn't even started yet, but Liu Zi was already full of confidence for the upcoming eighth round.

"Let's go! Keep your wits sharp. When you encounter problems, think back to how you're trained!

If there's no reference from the training cases, then observe the anglers around or across from you to see what methods and bait they're using!

If you're meticulous, analyze thoroughly, and boldly verify, there's absolutely no problem!"

"Mm-hmm, got it!"

Zhang Yang gave a nod and, with his tackle box and other gear on his back, headed toward his fishing spot.

The eighth round, here I come!