Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 615 - 357: Godlike Eight Matches, One Point Each

"Haha, I'd really love to go, but unfortunately, our team has already made prior plans with friends! Maybe we can add each other on WeChat first, and meet up when there's a chance!" Zhang Yang cheerfully declined.

"That's fine! Since you've already made plans, let's catch up next time if possible!" The referee nodded understandingly, took out his phone from his pocket, and added Zhang Yang on WeChat.

"Alright!"

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After a few simple pleasantries, Zhang Yang signed his score sheet, then greeted a few people and walked out of the competition area with his fishing box.

Before he reached the meeting point, the referee named Zhao sent a message to Zhang Yang.

"I wanted to congratulate you in advance; unless something unexpected happens, you should also score one point in the last game! One point in all eight rounds, setting a new record for the Fishing King Cup preliminary scores!"

Along with the referee's message, there was an electronic document of the total scores ranking of athletes after the first seven rounds had ended.

"Got it! Thanks!!"

Favors go around easily; knowing Zhang Yang's level as an angler, even the referees who had no previous interactions with him were extending olive branches voluntarily.

Zhang Yang's past experiences had made him see through these so-called 'human connections,' so he just casually humored them without paying much attention.

Once Zhang Yang came out with his fishing box and rod bag, most of the other team members were already waiting at the meeting point.

Han Mocheng was also in the crowd, cheerfully handing out cigarettes to everyone. A newly opened pack of Dajie was passed around, disappearing rapidly in plain sight, but he didn't mind at all.

Han Qiang: "The captain's out! How did it go, boss?"

"Yeah bro, how did the last match go?" Meng Fan also looked over inquisitively.

Zhang Yang recalled the bizarre experience next to the troublemaker in the last match and grinned: "Encountered a big float and heavy lead splashing water to stir me up! Got me so mad I gave a serious warning and didn't cast the rod, lost a fish! If disqualified doesn't count, final score -1 fish!"

"Damn! Someone interfered with your game again? What about the score? How's it looking?"

"Damn it, which bastard is playing dirty? I'll finish him off!" Wang Yan said with a cigarette hanging from his mouth, looking like a hooligan, full of rogue vibes.

Zhang Yang also took the cigarette, shielded the flame to light it, took a puff, and then leisurely said: "Handled it! Didn't affect the score, one point! Rock solid!"

"Holy crap! Last match you had one point too, right? So, you're saying eight matches, all one point?"

Han Mocheng looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief, his eyebrows subconsciously knitted slightly.

"Haha, it should be eight points unless something goes wrong! The referee sent me the ranking document via WeChat! We are solid in terms of skill!"

Zhang Yang showcased his prowess in front of everyone, grinning arrogantly, playing the little pretender perfectly.

"I'm calling to book the hotel right now! Going for the top-notch one in the city! Damn, tonight we must celebrate a bit! This score is dazzlingly brilliant!!"

Han Mocheng started dialing on his phone directly in front of everyone to book the restaurant for the evening, and no one tried to stop him. On the contrary, they all felt whether it was a high-end hotel or not, celebrating the eight-point achievement was definitely not extravagant or wasteful.

Zhang Yang turned around to see Liu Zi and Little Meng approaching slowly.

"How did Liu Zi's last match go? Do you think you have a chance to qualify for the finals?"

Liu Zi nodded: "It should also be a minor score! I stuck to the old method, had a decent bite, much better than other anglers!"

"How much weight did you catch? Roughly how many points can you get in your group? Let me analyze if there's a chance to grab a spot in the finals."

"11.21kg, at most three points!!" Liu Zi said confidently.

Zhang Yang quickly scrolled through the document he just received on his phone.

Truly, after Zhang Yang's simple calculation, if Liu Zi's score estimation was accurate, his total score should be in the top ten!

"Based on three points in the last round, even if the anglers ahead also score one point, you should be able to rank tenth! If they score outside of three points, at the very least, you'll rank ninth! There's a super high chance to qualify!"

"Whoa! Really?" Liu Zi jumped for joy upon hearing these stats.

Being on the brink of qualifying or being eliminated made him uncertain, but hearing Zhang Yang's analysis felt like the weight lifted from his heart.

After all, being young, his character is still lively and cheerful, and his happiness was written all over his face.

But Liu Zi wasn't low on emotional intelligence either, calming down slowly after being excited for three seconds.

Other team members probably didn't make it, and his excessive excitement might seem inconsiderate towards his teammates' feelings.

"Alright, stop standing around! Overall, qualifying two out of ten places with our few people is already an extraordinary performance!

It's normal to be eliminated due to poor scores from a few half-matches in the Fishing King Cup preliminary!" Zhang Yang comforted everyone.

Everyone was an adult, and they quickly adjusted their mindset. After a short while, they were all chatting and laughing again.

Taking advantage of the downtime before scores were announced, Zhang Yang and the others loaded their fishing gear into the car, then stood in the parking lot corner, chatting while waiting for the scores to be announced.

Someone shouted loudly: "The rankings are out!!" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

All the anglers, who hadn't left and were waiting for the scores to be announced, rushed over, surrounding the bulletin board where the printed ranking sheet was posted.

With hundreds of contestants, even though some withdrew midway, nearly a hundred and more still stayed on the grounds.

The staff posted the scores one by one, while the crowd began searching for their own or their familiar friends' scores.

Just within three seconds of crowding around, an echo of amazement erupted from the spectators.

"Who knows this Zhang Yang? His score is insane, eight single points!"

"What? Eight single points? That's nonsense, right? How's that possible! Could it be a mistake? Where is it, let me check!"

"The boss of the Famous Fishing Tackle Company! Allegedly, he's also behind the Black Pit Jianghu! Amazing, it really is eight single points! This score is rock solid!"

Zhang Yang, after all, is somewhat of a figure online, and many competitors recognized him, so quickly some started explaining his background to those who didn't know.

Stuff about Little Yellow Face's founder, the renowned tackle and medicine kits from Famous Tackle, or the amazing team purchases in Jinghai Garden.

In short, Zhang Yang's previous achievements were all being relayed by those familiar with his record.

At this point, Zhang Yang and the rest of his team joined the crowd nice and unhurried.

"Damn, speak of the devil! There's Zhang Yang himself! Congratulations, eight matches, single points throughout; unparalleled, a god-like angler!"

The enthusiastic explainer turned around and saw Zhang Yang smiling and standing there, becoming even more excited.