Fishing Livestream

Wang Zhiqiang rambled on and on for a full five minutes before leaving, and those five minutes were enough to drive the rest of Yue Feng's team members up the wall.

How to describe it? It was like an emperor flaunting his grand new clothes in front of you, gleaming white butt and all, claiming how magnificent and beautiful they are. You want to call it out, but fear the repercussions; you hold back, and it just makes your chest tighten with suppressed laughter.

Finally, Wang Zhiqiang left. Wang Zhen, Xue Kai, Zhao Zheng, and Zhao Ran exchanged glances and, in perfect unison, got up and headed towards the restroom. Their pace quickened with each step, and soon laughter erupted from the bathroom, echoing endlessly.

In contrast, Yue Feng remained much calmer. When Wang Zhen and the others returned, Yue Feng said, "Don't be so smug, all right? What was I just telling you guys? Stay steady, steady—got it?

You can't keep anything to yourself; how do you expect to win the competition? With that attitude, if you get on stage and meet the opponent's eyes and laugh, won't the cat be out of the bag?"

Wang Zhen took two deep breaths, finally suppressing his laughter. "My gosh, everyone says Wang Zhiqiang is a big shot, but even he can't handle Boss Feng! That pretentious small talk act just now was hilarious! He really thinks we're idiots!"

Niu Ben timely tugged Wang Zhen's sleeve: "All right, tone it down! The draw is about to start! As usual, you go up and draw the opponent!"

Hearing that he was the one to draw lots, Wang Zhen, who was cocky just a moment ago, suddenly cowered. "Huh? Me? I'm not so sure about that. How about the captain goes up instead?"

Yue Feng pursed his lips: "It's you. If you draw Tianyuan, this month's bonus doubles. If you draw Hua Clan, you'll be cleaning the toilets for a month!"

"What if I draw Sleeping Beauty?" Wang Zhen's mind lingered on the images of Wang Zhiqiang's various expressions.

"If you draw Sleeping Beauty, I'll put you up first, to give you some pressure to handle things on your own!" Yue Feng declared uncompromisingly.

"Uh... well... I can handle cleaning the toilets, but the first spot, I can't do that!" Hearing he was up first, Wang Zhen immediately wilted.

Arranging the lineup requires predicting the fishing conditions and matching them with the anglers' skills. The crucial first angler should absolutely be someone with strong abilities. Having a newbie like Wang Zhen start is somewhat reckless.

Despite his usual bravado and chatter, when it comes to being the first up, Wang Zhen has no confidence whatsoever.

"Not up for it? Where's that cockiness of yours now? Build some mental resilience and get ready to take the stage! Once your skills mature, you'll have to handle things on your own. You can't always hide behind us during competitions to learn how to stand on your own! It's settled!" Yue Feng decisively declared it settled.

Three minutes later, the staff called up representatives from the Final Eight teams to draw lots.

At Yue Feng's nudge, Wang Zhen braced himself and went up on stage.

The other teams all sent their captains, or at least a team leader. Only the Yuefeng Club sent the youngest angler up, and Wang Zhen quickly attracted everyone's attention when he appeared.

Seeing that Wang Zhen's stage demeanor was fairly decent, Niu Ben turned to look at Yue Feng: "If he really draws Sleeping Beauty, are you seriously going to let him start? The fishing conditions are unknown; it seems too risky to me!"

Yue Feng nodded: "No problem, the mixed pond hasn't been fished yet. When it starts, it's likely to be fresh fish. Wang Zhen can handle it! No personal growth without trials. I may have joked about it earlier, but I was serious!

Xiaomin's confidence is already built up. What's left is for Xue Kai and Wang Zhen. Given the right opportunities, they should frequently show their faces to boost their confidence! Xue Kai, keep that in mind, got it?"

Hearing Yue Feng's words warmed Xue Kai's heart. That's a captain for you—not much older than the rest, but truly wishing the best for them from the bottom of his heart!

"Yeah, definitely won't let the team down!" Xue Kai responded.

Soon, the staff finished verifying the temporary lot slips, tossing them into the box at random.

With Yue Feng's team having had the best performance in the last round, they were scheduled to draw lots first.

Wang Zhen gathered his courage, reached into the number box, and came up empty on his first try. The slips were too small, the box large, and he just couldn't catch one.

His fingers slid across the box's bottom until he finally let out a relieved breath, successfully pulling out a rolled-up slip of paper.

The staff took the slip and opened it in front of everyone. Wang Zhen's heart instantly raced as he saw the words on the paper!

Damn it, such bad luck! What you fear comes true—out of a 1/7 chance, he actually drew the Sleeping Beauty Club!

Now it's all over—taking the flag right at the start!

"Our representative from Yuefeng Fishing Tackle has drawn Sleeping Beauty Club as their opponents! Congratulations!"

The host emphasized just that, and though a smile was on Wang Zhen's face, his heart was pounding uncontrollably. In that instant, his heartbeat shot past 180.

After Wang Zhen's draw, next was the second team's draw, followed by the third, and fourth.

With four groupings complete, it was time to draw seating positions. Wang Zhen reached in again and grabbed a second position!

There are 12 fishing positions in pit number three, four edges excluded from use. Getting the second position is effectively the main side. The challenged opponent sits on the neighboring third position.

From just the seating draw's perspective, it's fair to say that luck favored the seating arrangement.

With the draws complete, everyone went down to the field, and teams had ten minutes to declare their lineup according to the rules.

When Wang Zhen returned, his legs were still trembling, "Boss Feng, are you seriously putting me in the first spot?"

Yue Feng nodded, "Wasn't that the plan? In other teams, young members fight for a chance to start! Why are you being so choosy?

The majority of their anglers are just Quasi Third Level Masters. I feel like you're about the same level as them. Fish well; we've got your back—just perform normally and nothing will be affected!"

Hearing the assurance about having support, Wang Zhen finally felt slightly relaxed.

"Fine, but let me just say this first: if I screw this up, I'll clean toilets for a month, but I won't take any additional blame!" Wang Zhen had even thought of his backup punishment.

"All right, you won't even have to clean toilets! Stop stalling and prepare to get on stage. Just be alert as the first one up. Stay steady, and everything else will just be normal performance!"

"Okay!" With this round of reassurance, Wang Zhen carried his Fishing Box and gear, leisurely heading onto the stage.

Just as the Fishing Box was placed neatly with its number, Sleeping Beauty Club's captain, Wang Zhiqiang, also came up carrying his Fishing Box.

Seeing Wang Zhen as the opponent, Wang Zhiqiang paused, then quickly adjusted his facial expression.

"Little brother, did your captain send you to start the match?"

Wang Zhiqiang sized up Wang Zhen. He had done his pre-match research, and Wang Zhen was considered the weakest link in Yue Feng's team, yet Yue Feng was bold enough to send him to start.