Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 622 - 362: Class

"Uh... Nobody, hehe!!!" Xiaobao touched his nose and giggled foolishly, clearly trying to change the subject.

This little chuckle told Zhang Yang immediately that his guess was right, so he gave Xiaobao a meaningful look.

"Hiding secrets from me? Whenever I ask you, I'm already aware of the situation, all I want is the right attitude, you know that!" Zhang Yang continued his prompting.

"Really, it's no one, just happened to run into Sister Xiaoli on the road and helped her buy something!" Xiaobao assumed Zhang Yang really knew, and confessed with a cheeky grin.

Xiaoli was the receptionist at Zhang Yang Company, quite pretty, and Xiaobao had only been at the company a few days and already managed to get acquainted with her.

Can't deny, the guy is gifted, much better than Liu Ziqiang in this aspect.

"You're all still young, your uncle sent you here to learn some skills, don't mess around! Alright, get ready, let's start practicing the rod, we're going to execute the pre-competition plan starting this afternoon."

Zhang Yang nodded and reminded with a few words, then grabbed a bottle of mineral water and took a big gulp.

"Got it, understood!"

Xiaobao nodded repeatedly, hastily put down the fishing box, and began preparing for various pre-training activities.

Regarding the basic skills of casting a rod, Zhang Yang didn't need to worry about Liu Zi and Meng Fan, but Xiaobao was different; his foundation was weak, completely self-taught with no systematic training.

A few minutes later, Xiaobao had the fishing gear all set up and sat down diligently on the fishing box.

"Alright, before starting the warm-up exercises, cast a few rods in the manner you deem appropriate!"

Once Zhang Yang entered training mode, he was no longer joking, very serious and methodical.

"Okay, okay!"

Xiaobao nodded, right hand holding the rod, left hand pinching the lead seat, casually casting the fishing set out.

After repeating the process of casting and retrieving three times, Zhang Yang remained silent behind him.

"Alright! Pause for a moment, there are a few issues with your casting!

Firstly, the way you exert force for the cast isn't correct!

The 3.6-meter short rod casting is essentially the most fundamental skill in competitive fishing, seemingly casual but there's a lot to learn!

The way you just cast is a straight cast, meaning that as the set goes out, its trajectory in mid-air is aligned in a straight line with the rod's direction!

This casting method isn't wrong, but it determines that the precision of the cast isn't high!

It's quite affected by weather and wind direction. When the wind blows stronger, the landing point can deviate, influencing the competition!

From today, don't use this straight casting method anymore! Change it to a horizontal cast!

Utilize your arm strength and eye observation to determine the double hook's landing point!"

After saying this briefly, Zhang Yang took Xiaobao's rod and demonstrated.

Raising his seemingly effortless arm, the fishing set was swiftly cast out, and the line set flew horizontally through the air, landing straight ahead once fully taut.

"Now, try it how I demonstrated!"

Zhang Yang signaled Xiaobao to follow the example.

Xiaobao tried it out simply, unable to pinpoint where it felt awkward yet sensed some discomfort.

"Your sitting posture has issues, keep your back straight! When casting, arm exertion isn't right, whether it's a long or short rod, casting involves the upper arm driving the forearm, forearm driving the wrist!

The overall exertion method is better than just using wrist strength for casting! Right now, with your posture, prolonged casting will tire you out exceptionally, too much pressure on the wrist!"

Standing behind, Zhang Yang pointed out several casting problems to Xiaobao, who sat upright, listening attentively.

After the guidance, Xiaobao attempted again a few times according to the instructions, quickly overcoming the initial awkwardness of casting. Although the range of landing points was still slightly off, at least his casting exertion posture was correct.

"Hmm, you're roughly getting the feel for casting force! Now the real training begins! 3.6 meters, fixed-point sitting casts, start with a thousand times to warm up! I'll count for you from behind!"

Zhang Yang nonchalantly announced the first training task, while digging out a mechanical counter from his pocket, pressing it adds one to the count.

"Alright, okay!"

Xiaobao hadn't realized the seriousness yet, nodded and started the casting practice, following the recent guidance earnestly.

There's a saying on the internet, don't challenge someone else's profession with your hobby!

Before officially starting the casting training, Xiaobao always felt fishing, casting and such was okay for him, accuracy and speed weren't major issues.

Even if the captain promised tough training, it might just be a bit more tiring, he could grit his teeth and endure it.

But as he began training according to Zhang Yang's requirements, Xiaobao quickly sensed something off.

The first hundred casts didn't feel problematic, but the more he cast, the more his entire arm gradually felt heavy.

When Zhang Yang's counter reached five hundred, Xiaobao already felt somewhat overwhelmed.

.His arm muscles started heating up, his rod felt increasingly heavy, and as for the dispersion of landing points, it was even wider than at the start.

Zhang Yang took a look at the time and said, "Only just past five hundred casts, still halfway to end the warm-up!

Casting speed slowed down, stabilize the previous rhythm, don't use the time for retrieving to slack off! Otherwise, you won't complete today's training plan! Pick up the pace!"