Fishing Livestream

Wang Zhen switched to fishing at a farther spot, constantly catching fish from the nest, but things were rough next door.

He didn't expect to keep some tricks up his sleeve while there were fish around. As the fish stock in the nest dwindled, the situation inevitably took a turn for the worse.

The rate of biting for the golden carp dropped considerably. Occasionally, there'd be some movement in the nest, but it was just nibbling bites. Occasionally, a silver fish would be caught, among them a few thin, old slick fish.

In this situation, Wang Zhen quickly approached the end of the second round of the competition. Earlier, Xue Kai had set a precedent for him, prompting Wang Zhen to be cunning in the final minute.

The middle nest had fewer fish, but farther away, more were found. Wang Zhen laid an additional nest symmetrically on the other side, based on the initial near-and-far spots.

No one noticed his actions as the bites were quick; now that the pace had slowed, his intentions to prepare the nest were immediately noticed by Lei Ming from the Hua Clan next door.

Thus, a humorous scene unfolded as the second round neared its end.

Both Wang Zhen and Lei Ming pinched wet scatter to set the nest at a distance, and after casting twice, the Tianyuan and Zhongsheng teams across also copied them.

Amid the rhythm of nest-setting by the four anglers, the staff megaphone reminded everyone that it was time to switch!

At the sound of the megaphone, Yue Feng stood up from his fishing spot and leisurely walked towards the stage.

Wang Zhen, seeing Yue Feng approaching, specially reminded him, "Brother Feng, I've set nests at the far left and right front. Try them out later!"

Yue Feng helplessly scratched his head, "Alright, I got it! We'll talk after the competition is over!"

Yue Feng felt rather helpless because of Wang Zhen. Sneaky tactics are the essence of victory!

Now, Wang Zhen's move has turned a sneaky advantage into an outright rob! Openly setting new nests, even the blind could see it, leaving no tactical secrecy effect.

Though he was grumbling internally, the competition had to continue. Taking the rod, Yue Feng first cast a lure to the primary nest right in front.

The outside nests just started, and gathering fish certainly takes time. But the middle nest, having been refilled with bait, was empty for a while. Now, there should be some fish to catch here, pulling a few while waiting for the distant nests to bloom counts as a not too shabby strategy.

Casually fishing a few rods at the primary nest, Yue Feng gauged the fish situation and felt more frustrated.

Wang Zhen, that rogue, had emptied the nest. Despite this being the primary nest with the largest bait intake and longest management time, the bait thrown down acted unusually quiet, with hardly any bites.

"Darn, this nest is done for!"

Yue Feng muttered to himself and promptly made a decision, giving up the primary nest with resolve akin to cutting off an arm and entering a far-reaching mode early, focusing all attention on the distant nests.

The competition round only lasted 15 minutes. After Yue Feng took the stage, he awkwardly fished, the old nest emptied, the new fish situation unsorted, and the third nest crowded too close to the neighboring nest, hard to rely on.

The only comforting point was a slight advantage in total number. In the last five minutes of the second round, Wang Zhen swiftly nabbed over ten fish, catching up with four to five as bonus!

With few bites and limited room to play, Yue Feng patiently cast rod after rod, ignoring small movements in the nest, focused on gathering fish density before doing anything further.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhen off the stage boastfully tried to take credit with his teammates, "Zheng, Ran, Xiaomin! My fishing this round was pretty good, right? I surpassed them!"

Zhao Zheng sneered, "Yeah, great, you're on top! The way you handled the double tails was quite authentic!"

"Haha, I've practiced those double tails for so long!" Wang Zhen, not realizing Zhao Zheng's sarcasm, thought he was being praised.

Watching spectator Wang Xiaomin eyed him askew, saying, "You caught fine fragmented fish, feeling proud, huh? You know the term 'Drain the pond for fish'?"

"How's this draining the pond? I'm setting nests! I've refilled them plenty too!" Wang Zhen felt somewhat unjust.

"The fish school in the nest was fished out entirely; if not 'Drain the pond for fish', what then? Feeling proud of your double tails? The fish color changed during the latter half; couldn't you tell?

Leaving the primary nest alone after emptying it, toying with the ones been sneakily groomed. It's all fine, but why open new nests near the end? Afraid others didn't know you were sneaky?

To summarize your second round performance in just ten words: Victorious in results, scattered in tactics!"

Though Zhao Zheng was slightly subtle with Wang Zhen, Wang Xiaomin, close friends, spoke frankly, cut to the chase, and made an insightful analysis. Wang Zhen, having been rather cheerful off the stage, turned silent immediately.

"Alright Xiaomin, his scores didn't drop in the matches, there's more to fight for! The captain's assessing the fish situation, if the school can regroup, there's future potential!" Zhao Zheng couldn't bear it anymore and pulled Xiaomin aside.

Wang Xiaomin sneered, "Hear that? You thrilled with casts and double tails, the primary nest wasted, leaving Brother Feng to clean up after you. Complete with a fierce aura, huh!"

Wang Zhen hung his head, his face flushed red, "I, I didn't think that far! Had I known, I wouldn't have caught double tails so aggressively!"

Niu Ben observed Wang Zhen and Wang Xiaomin's spirited conversation, worried they might escalate the conflict, waved his hands urging, "Come now, in such situations, who can tell when on stage? Treat it as a lesson, stop bickering, don't let others laugh, summarize after the game!"

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Yue Feng on stage continued casting rod after rod into the sneaky nest to gather fish, after five to six minutes and dozens of casts, fish density in the nest visibly increased,

Yue Feng didn't get cocky, cautiously managing his nest bit by bit. Feeling the bite location slightly higher, he secured a rod to catch a fish before continuing a few rods to reinforce the nest. Fully committed to steady defensive tactics.

Meanwhile, the third angler next door had replaced their opening line and rods with finer backups; the shy slick fish were subdued, biting even less frequently, barely catching much since the third round started, widening the gap with Yue Feng to nine tails.

Watching from below, Zhao Zheng and Zhao Ran exchanged looks, with Zhao Zheng speaking first, "Teacher Cong's designed competitive fish situation is extraordinary. How familiar with different fish personalities does one have to be for such effects!"

Zhao Ran nodded, "Xiaomin complained about Wang Zhen, but honestly, we might not be able to hold steady at critical moments either! When the raw and slick fish gather, there's both influence and promotion; controlling rhythm in fast-biting phases beforehand is tricky!

Old Zhao, when I get up there later, I'd still follow the captain's strategy for a steady round, striving to leave a fish burst point for you in the fifth round; be mentally prepared!"