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As one of the standing committee members of the Club League organizing committee, Mr. Hua wields significant power and influence. As long as it doesn't involve unfair bias or rule-breaking, he can offer some degree of leniency.

For example, arranging for a mobile referee to stand behind Yue Feng during the competition,

this would put immense pressure on the anglers on both sides if they were planning any tricks, thereby reducing the chances of mischief,

and this arrangement could be settled with just a casual mention from Mr. Hua.

Illegal betting on outcomes is a grave violation, which Yue Feng firmly resists and unequivocally rejects, refusing to compromise no matter the stakes or potential gains.

Since a storm is inevitable, let the winds blow even stronger!

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In the following two days, the club entered a phase of summarizing and preparing, reviewing each angler's unique skills, reflecting on the insights gained from training, and reassessing their tournament equipment to ensure all necessary materials were sufficiently stocked.

Two days later, Yue Feng and Niu Ben led the team, driving the club's Iveco van and SUV directly to the Capital to participate in the club league finals!

The distance from W City to Beijing is approximately 800 km, which takes about a dozen hours by car.

They set off at eight in the morning and arrived at the hotel provided by the event organizers after eight in the evening.

Guohua Building Business Hotel, a four-star twin standard room.

Speaking of which, except for Wang Xiaomin, everyone else had been to Beijing before, so they weren't as excited as first-timers might be about the seat of national power.

Nevertheless, it was everyone's first time staying in a four-star hotel as competition participants.

The hotel was of very high standards, with a space of around 50 square meters, two beds, various appliances like a TV, computer, and air conditioner in the refurbished room, all shining brightly, exuding a sense of wealth.

According to the schedule, there was nothing planned for the next morning. In the afternoon, they needed to go to the Olin Fishing Base for registration, followed by the finals' opening ceremony and other trivial processes like rod inspections.

After traveling all day, everyone was exhausted. Yue Feng removed his T-shirt, ready to take a shower and rest early.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"The door's not locked, come in!" Yue Feng called out.

Soon, Xue Kai and Wang Zhen walked in.

"What's up with you two? Something on your mind?"

Wang Zhen exchanged a glance with Xue Kai, then mustered the courage to speak: "Brother Feng, we want to ask for leave!

We're already in Beijing, and we want to visit Xiaomin in the hospital. I called his wife earlier, and she said we could visit before midnight! We haven't seen Xiaomin for many days, and we miss him!"

Yue Feng almost reflexively suggested visiting the next morning, but seeing the hopeful look in Wang Zhen's eyes, he couldn't bring himself to say it. After hesitating for half a second, he stood up and put his shirt back on.

"Alright! I was planning to take you to see him tomorrow morning since we're free, but if you want to go now, let's set off. I'll drive you two! Ask if anyone else wants to join?"

"Great! I knew Brother Feng would agree!" Wang Zhen jumped up joyfully upon hearing Yue Feng would accompany them.

"Enough, act your age! Go change and wash your face; we've been on the road all day, and your clothes stink!"

Yue Feng waved dismissively at the two rookies.

"Will do!"

Originally, Yue Feng thought it would just be him driving Wang Zhen and Xue Kai, who were closer to Wang Xiaomin, to visit. But soon, when the rest of the team heard about it, they all gathered outside Yue Feng's door.

Goodness, five competition team members plus six people including leader Niu Ben, the entire club was on the move.

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At 9:30 in the evening, Tiantan Hospital, Neurology Department, Room 302.

Wang Xiaomin's external injuries had healed enough for the stitches to be removed after some time. His main daily tasks now were acupuncture and physiotherapy.

It was only after staying in Tiantan Hospital that Wang Xiaomin realized how influential his captain's connections were.

In such a top domestic hospital, even the smallest room is a highly valued resource, not to mention getting top neurology experts.

But ever since Wang Xiaomin was admitted, he was assigned to the best single room with leading experts providing daily acupuncture and physiotherapy.

Every two or three days, the hospital director would come by with a group, showing concern and giving Wang Xiaomin an illusion of being treated like a leader.

Initially, Xiaomin was being looked after by people arranged by Wawa and Gu Qingtian, without informing Taozi of the situation. However, Taozi, being shrewd, noticed something amiss through video calls.

After finding out about Xiaomin's hand injury and hospitalization in the Capital, Taozi began visiting and taking care of Wang Xiaomin daily whenever she was not in class.

This arrangement delighted Wawa as she enjoyed seeing the two getting closer, while Wang Xiaomin, ironically benefited from his misfortune, growing more intimate with Taozi.

At this moment, Taozi was lounging on the sofa, holding an Apple phone in both hands.

Wang Xiaomin was in a similar position, though his right hand's fingers were still not very agile, making him appear somewhat awkward.

"Gosh, use Cheng Yaojin's first skill to slow down Li Bai! His dash has been used, and yet you let him pull off a combo, ending my kill streak, idiot!"

Taozi grumbled, somewhat displeased, at Wang Xiaomin, who was half-reclining on the bed, looking at the now-static game screen.

Cheng Yaojin is a simple and straightforward beginner-level hero that even a dog tied to a bun could play, yet Xiaomin couldn't manage it. His right hand was slower in control, lacking tactile feedback, making it feel unfamiliar.

Previously, Wang Xiaomin had never engaged in video games, preferring to practice rod techniques silently in the backyard when free.

Once hospitalized, the doctor recommended finger exercises, and with Taozi's love for gaming, she insisted on dragging him to learn from scratch.

Wang Xiaomin has a sharp mind and quick reflexes,

often his brain had already reacted, but his fingers just couldn't keep up, occasionally resulting in cramps, making the simplest hero a mess in his hands.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to slow him down, but my fingers didn't respond fast enough. I'm too clumsy and caused your death!"

Wang Xiaomin apologized dejectedly, looking at his right-hand fingers with mixed feelings.

Just a moment ago, Taozi was complaining about Xiaomin being slow, yet upon hearing his apology, she paused, with her eyes suddenly misting over.

"I'm sorry, Xiaomin, I didn't mean it..." Taozi realized her mistake, instantly covering her mouth, feeling a bit at a loss.